Page 73 of His Brown-Eyed Girl

And then the bottom of the cloud fell out. The boys took off running for the overhang of the shopping areas, hooting as they ran. Lucas scooped up Charlotte who screeched and wrapped her chubby arms around his neck. Addy calmly pulled her compact umbrella from her purse and opened it.

“Prepared, are you?” Lucas asked, his brown eyes happy and his broad shoulder speckled with dark spots of rain. He looked incredibly good in that straw cowboy hat.

Addy positioned the umbrella over both their heads, unintentionally bringing them closer together. She could smell the sultry cologne he wore and the clean smell of baby shampoo. His eyes crinkled as they looked down at her. “I try.”

The moment crackled… even with Charlotte clinging to his side like a monkey and with a silly green frog crushed between them.

And there under her green umbrella in front of God and everybody, Lucas kissed her.

And it was such a tender kiss of possibility that Addy felt it down to her toes… which were sort of getting wet. But who really cared about wet feet when a gorgeous man wrapped you in his arms and took your breath away?

Not Addy.

But apparently Charlotte did.

Addy felt a little hand against her cheek and broke the kiss. Rain created tympani around them as Charlotte’s blue eyes met hers.

“Uncle Wucas wants to kiss me now,” the little girl said, turning her face to Lucas.

A small smile tipped the corners of his mouth. “I thought you were afraid I would eat you?”

Charlotte shook her head and the hair bow nearly fell to the ground. “You won’t.”

Lucas unwound his arm from Addy, cupped the child’s head, and dropped a quick kiss upon Charlotte’s cheek before dropping another one on Addy’s. “Come on, girls. We better go find the boys.”

The boys waited by the theater, clamoring to see the movie that was starting in ten minutes. Well, Chris clamored. Michael just nodded his head in begrudging agreement, but Addy could tell the teen was having a decent time.

“I want popcorn,” Chris demanded as Lucas purchased the tickets.

“They don’t serve popcorn,” Michael said, pointing to the no food or drink allowed sign.

“Man, I’m starving,” Chris groaned.

Lucas dug a granola bar out of his back pocket, tearing it open and handing Chris half and holding out the other. “Who wants the other half?”

Both Charlotte and Michael grabbed at it, but Michael pulled back and allowed his little sister to have it.

“We’ll eat after the movie, okay?”

All kids agreed and then sped off to look at the various machines offering to stamp their pennies into souvenirs.

Lucas turned to her. “Chris is always starving so I, too, came prepared… just didn’t think about an umbrella. Am I doing okay so far?”

“On being a good uncle? Or being a good date?”

“Both?” he asked, tucking his hands into the front pockets of his Wranglers, looking atypical. This was a man who was rarely uncertain. A man who likely never worried about a performance report. That he cared so much made her like him all the more.

He wasn’t merely some cowboy in a dark blue shirt offsetting his tanned skin, a hunk of manhood in a pair of tight jeans and boots. She flicked her gaze over him and was struck again at his sheer masculinity. Warmth bloomed inside her, a feeling that had a little something to do with cute kids and his success at being an uncle, and a lot to do with wrapping her legs around him.

Damn biological clock.

Nope, more like damn libido.

“I’d say you’re shooting a thousand.”

“You mean batting, right?” He stepped closer, his voice low, intimate with just the right amount of sexiness.

“Whatever,” she whispered, studying his mouth. He had such nice lips. They probably needed to be kissed.

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