“It’s okay, bud. I was just sleeping.”
“I poked you but you didn’t move.” Harry frowned, his anxiety forgotten. “Were you dreaming?”
Teague grinned, thinking about dark hair and blue eyes. “Something like that.” He got to his feet and headed to the bathroom. Harry followed him, his sandal-clad feet shuffling along. He leaned against the door jam and after a few seconds Teague turned slightly and took care of business.
After Teague washed his hands, he leaned against the sink. “How’d you get in?”
“You left the door unlocked.”
“Huh,” Teague replied, reaching for his toothbrush. He was being pretty lax in the security department. “Any particular reason you’re here?”
The little guy’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “You didn’t forget about the boat did you? You said you’d take us in your big one.”
“Nope,” he replied, spitting out his toothpaste.
“Good, because Mommy’s singing and everything. It’s gonna be a good day.”
Teague grabbed a pair of cargo shorts from his bag. “She’s singing is she?”
“Yep.” Harry was busy rifling through Teague’s black equipment bag as if he had every right to, but Teague didn’t have the heart to stop him. “She can’t sing really good. Daddy used to tease her about it.” Harry giggled. “But I just pretend that she sounds like she’s on the radio and then she smiles and sings more.”
“Smart man,” Teague replied, coming up alongside the little boy.
Harry looked up at him. “What’s this?”
“That, my friend, is a camera.”
Harry could barely lift it and he frowned. “It’s not like Mommy’s.”
“No, I suppose it isn’t.” In fact most people didn’t own this kind of gear. It was made to withstand the elements and to take pictures where no camera had a right to be. He hadn’t touched it in months.
“You should take some pictures of the boat and the islands and everything,” Harry shouted, jumping up and down and nearly dropping the expensive camera.
Teague retrieved it before that could happen. He fingered the buttons and checked the lens. What the hell, he thought, and grabbed its case.
“You ready?” he asked Harry.
“Oh yeah,” the little boy shouted. “Ready Freddy!”
Teague grabbed his sunglasses and wallet, and slipped his aviators over his eyes as he followed Harry into the sunshine. Morgan was jumping rope on their deck and when Bingo saw the boys, the little dog took off at a run and didn’t stop until it slammed into Teague’s legs.
Teague climbed the stairs to Sabrina’s place and when he laid eyes on her, damned if his heart didn’t skip a beat. She was dressed simply in faded denim cutoffs, a plain white tank top and blue flip flops. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail and those big eyes of hers shone. The only makeup she’d bothered with was gloss on her lips.
“You look good enough to eat,” he said without thinking.
“Ew,” Harry said, making a face. “That’s gross.”
Sabrina’s eyes widened a bit, her cheeks stained a pretty pink color, and Teague fought the urge to draw her up against him and let her know exactly how hungry he was.
“Harry, please get Morgan from the deck. I want the two of you to go to the washroom before we leave.”
“But I don’t have to go,” Harry said stubbornly.
“Harrison. What do we always do before leaving on a trip?
“Take a pee.”
Sabrina shook her head. “Exactly. Now get to it.”