Cindy Kirk – Jackson Hole Valentine (страница 9)
A garage door opener. A simple tool, nothing more. Then why did it suddenly feel so… intimate?
If it felt intimate to Meg, she gave no indication. She simply grabbed the control, dropped it into her pocket then turned to Charlie, who was unbuttoning his jacket.
“Leave it on, sweetie,” she said to the boy. “I’m going to need help carrying the bags into the house.”
“I don’t want to carry any dumb old bags,” the boy whined. “I wanna see my room.”
“You can see your room,” Cole answered before Meg could respond, “
Charlie’s face took on a mulish look. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it when Cole shot him a firm glance.
“Okay,” the boy said with a huge sigh.
“Thank you, Charlie,” Meg added. “I appreciate the help.”
“Is there anything I can do?” Cole asked Meg.
“Thanks for offering, but we’ll be able to manage.” For a second her smile was open and friendly. “Look at Charlie’s muscles.”
Beside her, the boy puffed with pride. “I’m real strong. I picked up this big punkin from our garden that even Daddy couldn’t lift.”
The sharp pain of loss sliced through Cole’s heart. As much as he’d wanted to take a bigger role in Charlie’s life, he’d never wanted it to come at Ty’s expense.
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