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Her smile is instantaneous and infectious. It lights up the world brighter than the sun and does dangerous things to my heart, like remind me of how much I used to love the feeling I got every time she flashed that grin my way. There was a time where I would do anything to see that smile, give anything she wanted. Now, as I gaze over at the very smile that’s so very familiar, yet slightly different, I can’t help but feel the same way.
And I definitely shouldn’t feel that way.
“Hello, Max,” she says.
“Hi, Kate! I’m digging!” he hollers over his shoulder, not breaking his stride as he moves the shovel.
“Yes, you are, Maximus,” she says, a little giggle slipping from her lips as she watches.
My son stops and turns to face her. “My name’s not Maximus. It’s just Max.”
“Are you sure it’s not Maximilian, Just Max?” she asks, putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot, her pink polish covered toes on full display.
Max busts into a fit of laughter, making both Kate and me laugh right along with him. “It’s not Maximilian, silly. Just. Max.”
“Well, Just Max, I’m so happy you stopped by to help with the landscaping. Don’t tell your boss, but I was a little concerned about that dirt pile right there,” she says, glancing my way with a coy grin. “So thank you for fixing it for me.”
“You bet! I’m a good fixer!” he yells, turning his full attention back to the earth.
I take a step in her direction, instantly assaulted by her familiar scent. “I’m sorry about this. We’ll be out of your way in a few minutes.”
She waves me off. “It’s no problem. The buzzer sounded when you used the code so I knew I had company.”
“I was planning to just get the papers and sneak out without disrupting your Sunday afternoon,” I tell her, keeping an eye on my son and his yard work.
“Really, I don’t mind the interruption. I was neck deep in dust bunnies anyway, but the sitting room and the media room are both cleaned out,” she tells me, a proud smile on her face. “Oh, is there still the resale shop on Main? I have tons of furniture I’d like to donate.”
My eyes connect with hers once more. “Donate? I think that stuff in there is probably worth a little cash. You could probably sell it or something,” I suggest.
“Could you imagine the look on my mother’s face if she knew we had a garage sale here?” she asks, her eyes full of humor and light.
“Oh, she’d shit a brick, for sure,” I reply, immediately regretting my crude use of language.
Kate must sense it, and quickly speaks. “You’re fine. I never minded a little foul language back when we were together.”
Now my heart is hammering in my chest as I recall the first time I said the word fuck in front of her. I instantly felt guilty for cursing in front of a lady, especially someone as wealthy and worldly as Kathryn Elliott, but she didn’t seem to mind. Not in the least. In fact, she threw her arms around me and begged me to say it again, this time, while I was pounding into her sweet pussy.
My face flushes, and when I glance over, I realize hers is too. Clearly, I’m not the only one taking a dirty trip down memory lane.
Clearing my throat, I turn toward my trailer. “I’m going to grab my papers and make a quick call.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on Just Max,” she says, already heading over to where my son is digging in her yard.
I easily find what I’m looking for and dig out my phone. When I have the material list in front of me, I place the call, relaying the correct information to Pablo. He promises he has enough material on-hand, and I’ll see the delivery truck by ten tomorrow. I’m not the first delivery, but I’m close. That means I’ll be able to start really building her yard in less than twenty-four hours.
When I hang up, I head to where I left my son and my ex. They’re not there, but it only takes me a few minutes to find them. Out in the middle of the yard, where it’s flat and bare, ready for new sod, are Max and Kate. Digging.
“Uhh, guys?” I ask as I approach from behind. Speaking of behind, Kate is bent over, her hands buried in the dark earth, and her beautifully round ass on full display. My cock jumps and starts shooting inappropriate messages to my brain about all the things it wants to do to that ass.
Kate is the first to glance my way, just over her shoulder in a manner that doesn’t help talk down my wayward dick. A smile plays on her lips, her eyes full of laughter as she holds up a small clump of dirt. “Hey.”
“Daddy, we’re digging for treasure!” Max yells, furiously moving the soil from its smooth, flat stage to a clumped-up pile.
“Treasure? How do you know there’s buried treasure here?” I ask, smiling at their filthy appearance, yet wondering how in the hell I’m going to get him home and into the tub without tracking mud all over the place.
“Kate said there was!” he yells, returning to his ferocious excavating.
I walk up to where Kate is wrist deep in the ground and whisper, “There is?”
