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“Oh, Parker, you’re funny,” Teddie said. She hugged him. “I think you’re just the right shade of tan.”
He hugged her back. “Thanks, sprout.”
Teddie sighed. It would be so nice if her mother ever hugged her.
“I’m going to play games on the Xbox. Okay?” she asked her mother.
“Tomorrow’s Sunday. Just remember, we’re going to church. Don’t stay up too late.”
“I won’t,” Teddie promised. She looked at Parker. “Do you go to church?”
“Of course,” he said. “But not quite in the way you do.”
“Can you tell us about it?” she asked excitedly.
He chuckled. “Plenty of time for that. What game are you playing?”
“Minecraft,” she said. “It’s awesome!”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s maddening. I like sword and sorcery stuff, like Skyrim.”
“That’s ancient,” she said.
“That’s why I like it,” he returned.
“No, it’s ancient. Old. Out of date!”
“Not my fault,” he said. “Tell Bethesda Softworks to get busy on Elder Scrolls VI and I’ll give up Skyrim.”
“As if,” she said with downturned lips. “I’ll be grown and married before we ever see it.”
“Don’t I know it,” he agreed.
Teddie waved and went down the hall.
“Bethesda? Elder Scrolls? Skyrim?” Katy wondered aloud.
“I’m a finicky gamer,” he said. He moved toward her, pulled her into his arms, and bent to kiss her very softly. “I’ll have more chores for a week or two, so we may have to put Teddie’s riding on hold, just for a bit,” he said gently. “But I should be free by the time your attorney gets here, so I can defend my rights.”
She laughed softly. “He’s just going to help us keep Bart. I don’t have any plans to move back to Maryland, whatever the temptation.”
His mouth brushed hers. “You sure about that?”
“I’m becoming addicted to Benton,” she said, and she sounded breathless.
“To Benton?” he asked at her lips. “Or to me?”
“Same . . . thing,” she managed, just before his mouth covered hers and became drugging, deep and slow and arousing. He lifted her up against him and held her hungrily for a long time before he finally drew back and let her go.
“Wow,” she managed unsteadily.
His eyebrows arched and he laughed involuntarily. “You’re bad for my ego,” he teased. “I won’t be able to get my head through doors.”
“You’re bad for my self-restraint,” she returned.
He pursed his sensuous lips. “That’s a sweet admission.”
“Don’t take advantage of a weakness I can’t help,” she said firmly.
