at the top of her head.
And kissing her would take their relationship to a level neither of them was ready for, not when three kids stood in the balance.
So he reined in his lust and didn’t kiss her at all. But he probably should have taken the opportunity while he’d had the chance, because it seemed as though she was pulling away from him and getting to her feet before he knew it.
She was leaving? So soon?
“It’s been a long day,” she said. “I need to go.”
He followed her to the door. He hated to see her go, but the fact that she was wearing his shirt and shorts gave him some comfort. If he wouldn’t be sleeping with her, maybe his clothes would.
“Thanks for dinner and for understanding,” she said, as she grabbed the oversized purse and the wet shoes she’d left just outside the front door.
When she straightened, their eyes met.
A good-night kiss crossed his mind, but he pondered the wisdom of doing so for a beat too long, because she said, “I’ll talk to you later.”
Then she headed for her car.
As he stood on the porch and watched her go, the sway of her hips and those long, shapely legs taunted him. He kicked himself for his lack of courage, his foresight and his strong sense of family values—or whatever the hell had convinced him to do the right thing and keep his lips and his hands to himself.
He’d had two opportunities to kiss Angie tonight, neither of which he’d taken. He tried to tell himself that he’d done the right thing, that he’d made the right call, but his libido wasn’t buying it.
But wouldn’t you know it? Once he’d lost his chance to kiss her, he wanted her all that much more.
After Angie left, Toby went into the bathroom to take a shower and spotted her wet workout clothes hanging over his towel bar. He’d assumed she’d taken them with her, along with her purse and the wet shoes she’d left outside by the door, but apparently, she’d forgotten them after she’d changed.
He’d return them, of course, which would give him an opportunity to see her again soon.
That was a good thing, right?
Less than twenty minutes ago, he’d been tempted to kiss her. In fact, he’d been tempted to do more than that, right there on his living-room sofa—and despite having a house full of kids.
But that wouldn’t have been good. He blew out a sigh.
As long as those three children were depending upon him, he’d better not even think about having a woman spend the night. And since he hoped they’d be living with him until they each went off to college, he’d better get used to sleeping alone—unless he tied a cowbell around each of their necks.
The image of him doing that was actually kind of funny, and he might have even chuckled out loud if being twenty-six and facing the possibility of ten years of near celibacy wasn’t downright unsettling—and unthinkable.
Surely it wouldn’t come to that.
He ran his hand through his hair, then turned on the water in the shower, adjusting the temperature to warm—hoping cold sprays wouldn’t be the only ones in his future.
Something told him this was going to be a long night, and that sleep would be a long time coming.
And he’d been right.
The next day, as soon as school let out, he surprised the kids by driving to the Superette and telling them they could each pick out a snack. As they unbuckled their seat belts, he reached for the plastic bag holding Angie’s now-dry workout clothes.
Then he herded the happy kids into the mom-and-pop grocery store, riding pretty high in the saddle himself. No matter what he told himself, being with Angie always brightened his day.
Trouble was, once he got inside and the kids took off, he didn’t see her at any of the checkout registers.
Where was she? He could’ve sworn that she worked at the market on Thursdays. But it was tough keeping up with her schedule. Had he been wrong? Was she working for Sawyer and Laurel today?
Dang. Was this what his life would be like if he were to actually date her? Would she always be working at some odd job, changing shifts frequently, possibly moving to another city?
She didn’t have a history of stability, and no matter how many family conversations she livened up or how many heated looks passed between the two of them, nothing was going to change that fact.
Just when he began to realize he’d have to take the plastic bag back to his truck, Justin ran up and asked, “Can I have one of Angie’s cupcakes? She put little race cars on top and everything.”
“Slow down, Justin. What are you talking about?”
“I’ll show you.” The boy turned and dashed off toward the bakery section.
Toby followed him to the display case—and to Angie, who stood behind it, wearing a white apron tied around her slim waist.
“See?” Justin said, imploring Toby to tear his gaze from Angie and to look at the tray of cupcakes behind the glass enclosure, each one blue and topped with candy sprinkles and a tiny toy race car.
“You’re a baker, too?” Toby asked her.
“It’s a long story. The baker called in sick, so I stepped in. And when I spotted the toy cars stashed in one of the cupboards in back, I thought they might add a little more pizzazz. Apparently, the customers agreed because we sold the first batch already and the second is going fast.”
“So can I have one for my treat?” Justin asked again.
“I want the one with the purple car,” Kylie chimed in.
“All right,” Toby said. “We’ll take ’em.”
“Do you want to eat them here?” Angie asked. “Or should I box them up for you?”
Justin, always one for instant gratification, said, “I want to eat mine right now.”
Toby laughed. “I’ll never hear the end of it if I make them wait.”
Angie carried the cupcakes to one of the two small bistro-style tables, where the morning customers enjoyed their doughnuts and coffees. She set them before Justin and Kylie, then passed out a couple of napkins, just as Brian walked up with a highly caffeinated energy drink in his hand.
“I’m gonna just have this instead of a snack,” Brian said, as he sat down at the table.
“Oh, no, you won’t.” Toby snatched the can out of the boy’s hand. “Kids aren’t supposed to drink this crap. It’s not good for you.”
“Mike
