we know something could happen. We’ll find another baby, or even an older child, who needs us.” Watching her mom struggle was enough to keep Dani from ever willingly putting another person through that if she could help it.
“Okay. That’s your call,” Sam conceded. “But,” he said, stroking his hand up and down her arm. “I do think maybe we should go home and practice some more so we’re ready when we get the okay.”
She felt so light and happy that she really did think floating was possible. “You don’t think we’re ready?” she asked, pretending to misunderstand. “We’ve already changed a lot of Ava’s diapers and the bottle thing has gone pretty well.”
“Yeah, diapers and bottles, that’s exactly what I was talking about,” Sam said, grabbing her hand and heading back out into the store.
They stepped out from the dressing rooms to find Tina still at the front counter. The shop was closed for the night, the front door locked and most of the lights off, but she wasn’t alone. In fact, she was making out with a guy. A guy they didn’t know. A guy who definitely wasn’t Dooley.
“Uh-oh,” Danika said quietly.
Tina’s shirt was whipped off and tossed to the side.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to let Dooley know that she’s got great breasts,” Sam said, eyes wide.
“I’m sure you will.”
They should probably leave. But Dani couldn’t make her feet move. And Sam certainly didn’t seem inclined to rush out.
Clearly they’d been forgotten—or Tina and her guy simply didn’t care if someone saw.
The guy’s shirt came off and pants started being unfastened, and finally Dani took Sam’s hand and started for the door.
“Hey, you know that blueberry syrup you haven’t been using on your pancakes?” Dani asked.
“Yeah?” Sam swiveled his neck to keep Tina in sight as he followed Dani out of the store.
Rolling her eyes, Dani took Sam’s shoulders, turned him toward their car and pushed.
“I was thinking maybe I have a better use for it than breakfast.”
He quickly focused on her, the look in his eyes hot. “Blueberry syrup goes great with melted butter.”
She instantly flashed back to the melted butter that had been a part of some of their first, very sexy, lovemaking. “Yes, it does,” she said huskily.
Sam pressed her back against the side of the car. “In fact, I’m thinking of some really great ways to have my blueberry syrup and eat it too.”
Heat swept over her. But along with it was love, deep love that shouldn’t have been inspired by something silly like blueberry syrup. But it was. Loving Sam Bradford was like that.
“Let’s go home, Sam.”
“Right behind you.” He chuckled as he kissed her neck. “Kind of like in the dressing room, you know? Right behind you. Get it?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I get it.”
Chapter Four
Sara and Mac
“Okay, I’ve got two virgins for Kevin and about fifteen non-virgins for Dooley,” Mac said, settling onto the bench next to Sara. He straddled the seat and leaned an arm on the picnic table next to her, putting her between his knees. Possessive postures like that were common with him, especially since she’d gotten back from her three-month trip to Europe without him. She loved it.
Things had been good before she left, but Sara living too far away for Mac or any of their friends or her family to jump in if needed, was completely new to all of them. She knew it had been especially hard on Mac. Not only had he always been one of her protectors, he was also crazy in love with her. Crazy in love was also new to him.
It had been a little rocky figuring how independent she wanted to be and how involved she wanted everyone else to be. But they were working on it.
“Fifteen?” she asked. “Wow.”
“Non-virgins are a lot easier to find. Who knew?” He gave her a grin and tipped his beer mug for a drink.
They were sitting in the beer garden area of the