Free Walking on Sunshine: A Sweet Love Story (Seasons of Love Book 1) by Krista Lakes, Darla York

quick kiss on the head, trying to disguise the blush heating my cheeks. How in the world was I going to survive an entire summer of this?
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    T he day seemed to never end. I watched the clock slowly tick by. Wednesdays were normally the busiest day. I was having a hard time concentrating on my computer screen, my mind drifted to Cee's comment about seeing me happy. The way he looked at me, just for a split second, it seemed like he was interested.
    In me. Frumpy, bumpy, divorcee me.
    I laughed at my own craziness. I was imagining things.
    Finally, 4:30 decided to show up. I hastily grabbed my purse and headed out the door. I arrived back home to the boys playing out in the yard, passing a ball back and forth with the lacrosse sticks, laughing and talking.
    It was what I always wanted for Ben. What his dad never even cared to try. A boy playing catch in the yard. Ben was happy and that was all that should matter.
    I watched for a moment, enjoying seeing my son smile. Not only that, I enjoyed watching Cee's muscular form move around the yard. My breath caught in my throat, as I stared at Cee. He had taken his shirt off, the heat of the day pounding down on him until those chiseled muscles gleamed with perspiration.
    It was the kind of thing that I happily committed to memory so that I could hopefully have it appear in my dreams tonight, because that was the only way I was ever going to see those muscles again.
    I got out of the car and ambled up to the house, focusing on each step I took. He is our nanny. He is too young for me , I kept repeating in my head. There were a million reasons why the two of us would never work out and I needed to stop my silly crush before I let it turn into anything else.
    Ben waved at me and I focused all my attention on him. Otherwise, the drool would start to escape my lips.
    “Hi, Mom. Were almost done here. Just a few more minutes if that’s okay,” Ben pleaded.
    How about a few more years? That may be enough time for me to truly appreciate this Greek god in front of me.
    “Sure, as long as we don’t hold Cee up,” I answered. I felt my vocal cords constrict. All of my blood was going away from my head and heading down south with each flex of his arms. It was not fair that the man looked that good. It was impossible not to look.
    “Nah, I'm all good. I don’t have plans till later.” Cee yelled, easily tossing the ball back to Ben. It flew past his shoulder and down into the bushes. With a groan of annoyance, Ben turned and chased it down the lawn. I tried to hold back a grin, glad to have Cee around for even a few more moments.
    I sat down on the front porch to watch the two of them play. Glancing at the neighbor's windows, I had a feeling I wasn't the only lonely housewife watching Cee work out. It was too good to pass up.
    I rolled up my pants and absorbed the warm rays from the sun. I closed my eyes, letting my thoughts drift. What if , floated through my mind. The thought of having a man who not only was sexy as hell, but also cared of my son was a fantasy I could happily stay in. It was a daydream that went on and on until interrupted cruelly by a horrible buzzing noise.
    Damn it. I looked around, not recognizing the sound, and then found a phone sitting on the porch.
    “Hey Cee, I think your phone is ringing?” I yelled, holding it up at him.
    “Who's calling?” Cee yelled back.
    “It looks like a... Grace?” I said, suddenly realizing what the name meant. Of course he would have a girlfriend, how could he not? I bit the inside of my cheek, scolding myself for getting carried away with someone who was obviously taken. It was silly of me to even let myself pretend that he was single. The man could cook and was good with kids- there was no way he was still on the market.
    “Oh?” He stopped throwing the ball and sprinted over. I tossed him his phone.
    “Hey, is everything okay?” he answered into the phone as he turned and walked a bit away. “Okay, yeah, good to know.