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Dressed to kill, at least in Adam’s book, she wore white capris and a sleeveless white shirt, showing off buff arms and her long neck, carrying a sweater over her arm. It was the first time he had the conflicting senses of holding his baby daughter protectively while desiring to jump a woman.
“This is nicer than the pictures,” she said. “It’s not a shack.”
“Come in,” he said, holding the door for her. “They’re called shacks. I don’t know what else to call it.”
She looked up at his face, into his eyes.
“We should think of a better word for it. Cottage maybe, or cabin.”
“It’s a shack,” he said, their eyes following each other as she slipped by him, a smirk on her face.
He stood aside so she could get by, leaving a trail of soap and water scent, with a hint of pine coming from her hair that was shinier than usual if that could be possible. Struck speechless, he closed the door, looking at her while baby Adelaide geared up for a screech.
“You look nice,” he said. “And you smell nice, too.”
She smiled at him, pointing to the baby.
“Thank you. Do you want me to take her for a while? I’m guessing she’s been in your arms since I saw you last.”
“Yep, only away from me when I’m driving. But I like it.”
“Well, that’s a blessing,” she said. “It would be awful if you didn’t.”
“Exactly, since this is my life from now on. You can take her while I fix our dinner.”
She held out her hands for baby Adelaide. His hand brushed up the inside of her bare arm, sending chills dancing over her body.
“Aw, she’s so light. I keep forgetting she’s a newborn. I haven’t held a newborn baby in a long time.”
He took containers out of the oven and opened them on the counter.
“We’re having meatloaf and macaroni and cheese from the deli.”
“Yum. I hope it’s your grandmother’s mac and cheese.”
“Probably. It might be the only thing she cooks anymore. That and Louisiana crunch cake.”
“Deadly,” Katy said, rocking the baby.
“It is. I have a sugar high for twenty-four hours after I eat it.”
“Are we having it for dessert?”
“I’m not sure what she packed. It’s that white bakery box. You do the honors and I’ll put Miss Adelaide to bed. She’s fed, diapered, bathed, and burped.”
“FDBB,” Katy said, laughing. “You know my generation is big on Acronyms.”
“Ha! We are different generations. Is that even legal?” he asked, taking the baby.
“If it’s not, I don’t care. I’m Generation Z and I think you’re Generation Y,” Katy said, looking in the bakery box.
“I’m on the cusp of X,” he said, laughing. “I’ll be right back.”
While he was out of the room, Katy opened the box and saw Genevieve Spencer’s award-winning Louisiana crunch cake. Smiling down at the cake, she wondered if Maw Maw Spencer had picked out the food especially for her.
“What is it?” Adam asked, returning from the back of the shack.
“What I asked for,” she said, looking up at him, grinning.
