Teague (The Family Simon 4)

“Sometimes a fresh new look is all it takes, you know?” Abby winked. “I hope we get to hang out before the summer is over.”

“Where’s Teague?” Harry interrupted. He yanked on Abby’s hand and Sabrina looked down at him with a frown.

“Harrison, that’s rude. Please apologize.”

His little face fell. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I just want to see Teague.”

“Don’t worry about it. He’s outside,” Abby said with a smile, ruffling the top of Harry’s head as he ran past the two women, Bingo yapping on his heels. The door slammed shut behind them. “Well, he certainly has a lot of energy.”

“Yes, that’s something that all kids seem to have,” Sabrina said as she followed Abby outside. The two women walked over to the Simon cottage just as Tucker and Teague headed down from the back deck.

Harry and Bingo were just behind them.

She kept her gaze on Tucker, because…well, because she wasn’t ready to look Teague in the eye just yet. The other night had been weird and she still wasn’t sure what had happened between them.

She accepted a hug from Tucker. “Great seeing you again Sabrina.”

“You too. Tell Jack to call me when he gets the chance.”

Tucker laughed. “That baby girl of his is taking up all his time. I’ve never seen a grown man so completely wrapped up in a baby, but it’s a good look for him.”

Sabrina smiled. “I’m sure it is.”

“I’ll pass along your message.”

Tucker and Abby climbed into their car and Sabrina watched them until it disappeared up the road.

“Didn’t take you for Trekkie.”

Was it his voice that gave her goosebumps? Or the cool morning air?

“Excuse me?” She turned to Teague, but his eyes were on her chest. And since she was still in her pajamas, it was a chest that was braless. And dammit, but her nipples were erect from the cold. Or maybe it was his voice.

She crossed her arms across her breasts and tried like hell not to react to the slow smile that spread across his face. His jaw was dark with stubble, and that mouth of his was way too damn sensual for his own good.

“Live long and prosper?” he said, finally raising his eyes to hers.

“What about it?” she replied, kicking at a pebble with her foot. “I like Spock.”

“So do I.” His response was quick, his voice still husky from sleep.

“Oh.” That was it. All she had. And for what seemed like way too long she stared up at him and said nothing else. How could she? There was no way she could utter the things that were flying through her mind.

Like the fact that he had the longest eyelashes she’d ever seen on a man.

Or that the tattoo on his arm was interesting in a kind of hot and dangerous way. And she didn’t even like tattoos.

And his nipples were as hard as hers.

That last thought had her gaze sliding away and hoping like hell he didn’t notice the blush that was rising up her neck. Jesus, it was hot out here.

“So, can we Teague?”

Startled—because good mom that she was, Sabrina had momentarily forgotten that her son was even there—Sabrina took a step back.

“Can you what?” she asked, venturing a look back at Teague. His eyes had never left her and her mouth suddenly dry, she cleared her throat and turned to her son. “Harry?”

Harry jumped up and down, his little cheeks red with enthusiasm, his eyes alight with something she’d not seen in a long time. Anticipation and excitement. Hope. It made her heart twist in a way that was both painful and wonderful.