Free Redwood Bend by Robyn Carr

Then she pushed her boys off in the direction of her car, telling them to get in and buckle up.
“Totally by chance,” he said. “But I’m glad I did because I wanted to ask you something. Should I apologize for…you know…earlier?”
“Oh, please don’t,” she said, giving her head a shake. “That would make it seem like you regretted it. We are thinking of the same thing, right? The kiss on my porch?”
He nodded his head. “Oh, man, you’re going to get me in so much trouble…”
“Why?” she asked, stepping toward him. “You said you weren’t married. Oh, no, is there a girlfriend? A fiancée?”
“No…”
She grabbed a piece of his shirtsleeve and, lowering her voice slightly, asked, “Are you gay?”
“No! Jesus, did I seem gay?”
“I’m no judge of that,” she said.
“There’s no one,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s just that…” He straightened and tightened his hands on the bike grips. It made him very nervous to pretend to be normal. “Listen, how’d you like to go out for ice cream?”
“I can’t,” she said. “I have the boys.”
“We’ll take them.”
“What are you going to do? Put me on the back of the bike with one under each arm?” she asked.
“Sounds like fun, but maybe we should just drive. You have a car.”
“Where?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “Fortuna? It’s an adventure. What about it? You don’t have to recalibrate an engine or anything, do you?”
She made a face; it wasn’t unusual for people to tease her about her mechanical skills, especially men. “I suppose we could meet somewhere, if you had any idea where you wanted to go,” she said.
“How about if we really get crazy and go in one car?” he returned.
She looked at her watch. “I don’t know, Dylan. It might be a little too close to dinner to give them ice cream. I try to get a couple of nutrients in them before they pack on the sugar.”
He was stumped about what to do for a minute, looking at his own watch. “Well, how about pizza or burgers and then ice cream…?”
She frowned. “Are you sure you want to do that?”
“Katie! Stop making me work so hard!”
She laughed at him. “All right, park the bike and come with me.”
“I’ll drive,” he said, running his bike up alongside the school, turning it off and following her. And didn’t she get right in the driver’s side. He held the door for her and tried again, saying, “Come on, I’ll drive.”
“No, thank you,” she sweetly answered. And in a whisper, she added, “My car.”
He gritted his teeth into a smile and said, “I’m a pilot, let me drive.”
“No. Boys, this is Dylan. Do you remember Dylan? I don’t think you met him, but he helped change the flat tire. Dylan, jump in the car.” She smiled again. “Go ahead.”
With a grrrr under his breath, Dylan walked around the front of the car and got in the passenger side.
Katie twisted around and peered into the backseat. “This is Andy,” she said, pointing left, “and that’s Mitch behind you. Dylan suggested we go out for burgers or something and if you eat a nice dinner, there will be dessert.”
Dylan looked between the boys and Katie a couple of times. Without being asked she said, “You’ll figure it out.”
Dylan could not tell them apart. “There’s not even a stray freckle,” he said. “Seriously!”
“It’s subtle,” she said, putting the big SUV in Drive. Then she looked over at Dylan and said, “Seat belt.”
He did as he was told.
Even though Dylan had spent many hours with Lang and his family, often with kids aged two to ten climbing all over him, he still marveled at Katie’s ability to multitask. She drove that big SUV down the mountain with its winding roads while keeping her boys relatively manageable and trying to carry on a conversation with Dylan. It went something like this:
“Andy, seat belt stays on or I stop the car. So, Dylan, this is how you want to spend your time—by yourself in a