I swallow, grinding my teeth as I keep my gaze locked on hers.
Kissing her would be wrong. It would complicate her role in helping me with Grey. It could affect her friendship with my sister. It would confuse us both.
But honestly, my need to see what she tastes like is screamingfuck it.
“Dad!”
Grey’s voice cuts in, and I glance up just as Greer twists toward Grey.
Hell, I completely forgot we were on a beach in public with other people.
“Yeah?”
“You, me, and Aunt Calla against Tobias, Beck, and Greer.”
“Oh great,” Greer groans.
I nudge her arm. “You’ve been practicing in the yard with him, let’s see what you’ve got.”
An hour later, after Grey, Calla, and I have crushed the others, you’d think that my mind would have forgotten about the almost kiss with Greer, but it hasn’t.
It may be the worst idea on the planet, but kissing Greer is officially on my to-do list.
Just one kiss can’t hurt. Can it?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
GREER
Coming home to find Simon sitting on his porch is becoming routine for me. Had I moved in during the winter, I’m sure I wouldn’t notice nearly as much. Nor would he need my services as a nanny slash housekeeper slash assistant or whatever you want to call me. The point is, I wake up, I go to work, and he’s the first person I see when I come home. He’s also the last person I see at night. And after this last weekend at the lake, every time I close my eyes to go to bed, all I see is him running shirtless on the beach or him standing in the doorway of his house.
The nights are getting hot, and Simon Stone is there, filling my dreams every single time.
I duck my head as I smile. It’s not like he’s watching for me and would see me smile at just the sight of him, but still. It’s comforting to know that someone is waiting for me. Even if it’s so I can hang out with their kid so they can do something else.
“Greer!” Grey comes blazing through the front door. His dad raises his head, his gaze calm and cool as Grey races down the steps. “I have a huge favor to ask you.”
“What’s up?” I say and then turn my attention to Simon. “How’s the writing going? Think about your favorite scene for today and tell me about it later.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, it registers how flirtatious they were.
Simon smirks and closes his laptop.
“Today has been good. I forgot to mention a book signing I have later this afternoon. It’s about two hours away in my hometown of Melody. I’m taking Grey with me since I’ll be back late.”
“Unless she wants to stay with me so I can go to camp this afternoon,” Grey says, looking at me with hopeful eyes. “Please.”
“No,” Simon says in a tone that leaves no room for argument.
Grey clearly lets his father’s answer go in one ear and out the other.
“But we didn’t even ask her yet.” He’s also persistent.
“Grey, I’m sure she already has plans this evening. It could be close to midnight before I’m home.”
I decide to step into their stare-down.
“I don’t mind staying. It’s not like I have a long drive ahead of me once you get home.”
