Free Love Under Two Kendalls by Cara Covington Page B

she’d let on.

Chapter 7

    Jake carried his precious armful easily, confident he wouldn’t drop the boy, but mindful that Benny had fallen into the kind of deep sleep that only puppies and small children could achieve.
    He kept his movements smooth so the little guy wouldn’t awaken.
    Adam and Ginny, hand in hand, walked ahead of him up the stairs. This wasn’t the first time that either he or Adam had carried a sleeping Benny Rose to bed.
    It was, however, the first time that Ginny didn’t flutter over them as they did so.
    Adam held out his hand, and Ginny gave him her key. None of them spoke as the door swung open. Adam flipped the light switch that illuminated the table lamp in the far corner of the sitting room, giving off only a soft glow. Ginny had left the bathroom light on, and together that was enough light for him to see his way into the bedroom.
    “His bed is the one on the left,” she said softly.
    “We’ll take care of him,” Adam said. “Why don’t you make us some coffee, sweetheart? We can enjoy it out on the deck.”
    Ginny reached over and ran her hand gently over her son’s small head. Jake loved that look on her face, the one she got whenever she was gazing at her son.
    Was there anything more moving for a man to see than a woman’s maternal side? A year ago, Jake wouldn’t have considered that expression, or that trait, to be sexy.
    He did now, and he figured the change in his own attitude was a sign of how far in love he’d fallen—with the mother, and the son.
    Ginny looked up and met his gaze. “I think the sea air has taken a toll on him. It’s not even his weekend bedtime yet.”
    “The sea air will do that,” Jake said. “How’re you feeling? Are you tired? Is the sea air getting to you, too?”
    Ginny shook her head. “No, it’s not the sea air that’s been getting to me.” The heat in her gaze seared him, and he felt his cock begin to stir. Though that didn’t surprise him—he tended to be in an almost perpetual state of arousal when Ginny was around—it sure as hell pleased him. She switched her gaze to Adam, and Jake knew she had an identical effect on his brother.
    “I’ll put the coffee on, then. The two of you can tuck him in.”
    Adam walked ahead of him into the bedroom. Together they undressed Benny, then got him into his pajamas. While Jake lifted him off the coverlet and pulled back the blankets to settle him between the sheets, Adam went into the bathroom and came out with a washcloth and towel.
    By the time they pulled the blankets over the sleeping boy, he had a relatively clean face and hands—and was still sound asleep.
    Jake left the bedroom door partially open. The scent of fresh coffee brewing in the small kitchenette teased his nostrils. Ginny wasn’t inside, waiting for them, or hovering close by the bedroom door to check on Benny. Looking up, he could see her silhouetted on the deck. She’d closed the screen door, but left the inside one wide open. From the way she was standing, he figured that the same full moon that allowed them to see her, let her see the ocean. The rhythmic sound of waves washing ashore pulsed on the air. He paused for a moment and met Adam’s gaze.
    “I’m glad we’re here.” Inevitably, his gaze was drawn back to their woman. “I never would have wished that bastard, Walters, free. But I wonder if these circumstances aren’t just exactly the right circumstances that will bring us that next step closer to her.”
    Adam’s hand came down on his shoulder. The firm gesture reminded him that they were in this quest for Ginny’s heart, together. “She needs us,” Adam said. “And I think you’re right. I think she’s ready for that next step. So let’s go and take care of our woman.”
    Jake grinned. “That’s the best idea you’ve had in a long, long time.”

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    Arms slid around her from behind, bringing heat and security and the scent of man. Ginny inhaled deeply even as she relaxed into the