Dylan's Daddy Dilemma (The Colorado Fosters Book 04) by Tracy Madison

Author:Tracy Madison [Madison, Tracy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-09-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

“Where are we going, Dylan?” Henry asked from the backseat of Dylan’s car on Saturday morning. Chelsea was surprised he’d waited this long, as they’d already been on the road for close to ten minutes. “I bet it will be somewhere fun!”

“You bet, huh?” Chelsea said, pivoting slightly in her seat so she could see her son. “Maybe not. Maybe we’re headed to the mall so we can shop for clothes. For you!”

Henry scowled for about two seconds before giving his head a decisive shake. “Uh-uh, and no way! I don’t want to do that and Dylan won’t want to, either!”

Dylan chuckled while he drove. “Well,” he said, “I did have other plans for us, but if your mom thinks you need clothes, I don’t mind changing them.”

Chelsea winked at Henry to let him in on the joke.

“You guys are silly and I don’t believe you at all!” he said, laughing. “Tell me where we’re going, Dylan. Pretty please? Ice flying again? Or the movies? Or something new?”

“Something new, but it’s a surprise. And on a different scale than anything else we’ve done this week. Overall, it...ah...should be enjoyable.” He then lowered his voice, making it seem as if he were mumbling to himself, and said, “I hope so, anyway.”

“Mommy? Tell me!”

“I don’t know, sweetie. I have no idea what’s on Dylan’s agenda.”

But if she had to guess, she would assume the same as Henry—somewhere fun. For the past five days, Dylan had hit it out of the ballpark with one childcentric activity after another. She’d tried to dissuade him on Tuesday and Wednesday, but by Thursday she’d stopped fighting so hard. For Henry’s sake. This might be the only experience he would ever have that would remotely resemble a father-son type of relationship.

Even with her concerns—all valid and sensible—she couldn’t bring herself to yank the rug out from under Henry’s feet. Not yet. Not unless she had no choice.

“You really don’t know?” Henry asked, his doubt ringing loud and clear.

“No, baby, I really don’t.” Facing front again, Chelsea tried to think about anything other than how ridiculously sexy Dylan looked in his plain, not-fancy-at-all long-sleeved charcoal-gray thermal jersey and so-dark-they-were-almost-black gray denim jeans. It wasn’t the clothes so much as the man himself. He just had that strong, capable, all-male look going for him.

She was finding it increasingly difficult not to pay attention to the details of his body. It was both annoying and liberating. Annoying because she didn’t want Dylan to have such an effect on her. Liberating because...well, her entire focus had been on Henry and making ends meet for so long, she’d—somewhere along the way—forgotten what it felt like to be a girl.

As in a spray-on-perfume, shave-her-legs, do-her-nails, primp-and-feel-good-about-how-she-looked girl. Oh, she always took care with her appearance, but she hadn’t really cared. She’d gone through the motions. But this week, she’d suddenly started caring again.

That didn’t mean she appreciated her intense reaction to Dylan. Or how she seemed to pick up on something different every time she so much as glanced in his direction.

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