Page 86 of Worth a Chance


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I wondered if she was nervous being alone with me. “I think they would like that.”

I looked outside, where they were running in circles around the tent. “You want to do the honors?”

Brooke sighed. “In a minute. We should probably enjoy the quiet.”

“We could make our pizza while we wait for them.” I poured two glasses of white wine, setting one in front of her.

She took a sip. “We’ll need this if we’re going to be sharing a tent with two seven-year-olds.”

I winked at her. “We’ll limit ourselves to one.”

She flushed.

“Now, tell me. What are your favorite toppings?” I’d gotten everything I could think of and set them in small serving bowls so that it would be easy and fun for the kids to help.

“Hmmm. Mushrooms, black olives, green peppers. Everything looks good.”

“Everything but pepperoni. I got that one for the kids.”

“Should we each do one half?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Brooke came around to my side of the island. I reached for the olives at the same moment she did, our hips bumped, and her hand brushed mine.

“Sorry about that,” she said, moving slightly away from me.

“No worries.” I liked her in my space.

I let her get what she needed first, watching as her tongue popped out slightly as she concentrated on decorating her side.

“It’s just pizza,” I finally said, when it seemed like she was having a hard time choosing between mushrooms and green peppers.

She smiled at me. “I’ll throw on both.”

I helped her rearrange the toppings until the pizza was evenly covered.

Brooke examined the results. “Your side looks empty next to mine.”

I’d chosen fresh mozzarella, tomatoes, and basil. I tapped her nose. “If you’re good, I’ll let you try a bite.”

The kids chose that moment to open the door and run inside.

“Can we get a puppy?” Cammie asked.

That was one question I’d been dodging since we moved. My excuse in the city was that we didn’t have a yard, but now we did. “Let’s find a house first.”

“Then we can get a puppy?” Cammie’s voice rose with each word.

“That’s not exactly what I said—” I exchanged a look with Brooke, and she covered her smile with her hand.

Cammie looked at Hunter with barely contained excitement. “I told you we were getting one.”

I held up my hands. “Cammie, that’s not what I said. I’m not making any promises. We’ll find a house first, get settled in, and then we’ll see.”

Cammie must have taken that for a yes, because she was practically bouncing on her toes.

“You two want to make your pizzas?” Brooke asked as I put ours in the oven.

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