Fatherhood 101 by Mae Nunn

Author:Mae Nunn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-12-14T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

FROM THE DOORWAY of Cullen’s bedroom, Sarah had a perfect view of her three beautiful daughters and one long-legged blond puppy tangled together in a snuggly web. Their breathing had changed as soon as their heads had pressed into the pillows atop the huge pine sleigh bed. Though the girls were fast asleep, Sarah switched on the flat-screen television, tuned it to the country music channel and dialed the volume low.

“They’re down for the count,” Cullen whispered into her ear. “I bet they don’t wiggle before daylight.”

“I’m afraid you may be right. How am I going to get them home and into their own beds now?”

“Just leave them here. I’ll move Rocket into one of my guest rooms with me later and the girls can sleep over. You can bring them a fresh change of clothes for church in the morning.”

“I can’t ask you to be responsible for them all night.”

He smiled and gestured toward the comatose mound of warm bodies beneath the covers on his bed.

“I don’t think you have much choice, my dear.”

His hand was warm on the small of Sarah’s back as he guided her away from the bedroom and into the kitchen where they’d shared their meal. He’d swept away all signs of the carryout burgers and fries he’d generously provided. She’d been prepared to cook spaghetti, feeling a bit guilty for taking the day for herself. But it had been a relief to arrive at Cullen’s house to find he already had dinner covered.

And now he had the girls covered for the night, as well. The man was making himself indispensable and Sarah wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“What will I do all by myself in a quiet apartment?”

“You can soak in a hot bubble bath with a glass of pink wine while you listen to Michael Bublé. I hear ladies enjoy that activity.”

“And where did you pick up such a tidbit?”

“I’m a well-rounded man. I watch The View.”

“Of course you do.” She nodded her head at the mental picture of Cullen watching a panel of women yakking over the top of one another about fashion and food. “Well, I have neither bubble bath nor pink wine—” she made a sour face at the idea of the sweet drink “—and I’m more of a Tim McGraw kinda girl, so that whole plan is a no-go. What else have they taught you on The View?”

He opened the glass door of the small refrigerator that held his wine collection and pulled out a dark green bottle with a foil-wrapped neck and two chilled crystal flutes.

“That a lady can’t refuse a glass of champagne and sunset by the pool.”

“Champagne? Are we celebrating something?”

“Peace and quiet for starters. And that pretty new hairdo.”

“Thank you for noticing.” She made a production of fluffing her auburn waves.

“I heard what you said a little while ago.”

“About my hair?”

He set the flutes and the bottle on the countertop. In a motion so fluid and fast that she couldn’t possibly resist, he wrapped Sarah in strong arms and pulled her close.

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