Portland Storm by Catherine Gayle

Author:Catherine Gayle [Gayle, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Night Shift Publishing
Published: 2016-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

“YOU HAVE TO help me,” I said to Sara the second I walked into the house. I tossed my gym bag on the floor just inside the door and put my purse and coat in the hall closet.

“Do I, now?” my sister-in-law said, sarcasm dripping from every pore of her being as she held out Cassidy toward me. “I have to help you?” She scowled to add further emphasis when I raised a brow in question, then she inclined her head toward everything around her. She was standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by what appeared to be a flour explosion, a mess I had completely missed in my panic. Connor was nowhere in sight, which likely meant he was the cause of her current catastrophe. That little boy caused more mayhem than all the Allstate commercials combined, and he could cause his damage in the blink of an eye. And he usually giggled about the destruction afterward, too, the little stinker.

I took my niece without hesitation. Playing with Cassidy while Sara cleaned sounded a heck of a lot better than trying to figure out how to remove all that flour, and besides, I could never get enough baby time. But I regretted my decision almost as soon as the squirming, gurgling girl was in my arms. She stunk to high hell. I scrunched up my nose, in a vain attempt to prevent the smell from making its way into my senses.

Sara rolled her eyes at my response. “Cassidy needs to be changed, and as you can see, I’m in the middle of cleaning up World War III.”

Diaper duty wasn’t a foreign concept for me, but it wasn’t exactly my favorite way to interact with Cassidy. Granted, changing diapers was still better than cleaning up Connor’s latest art project. Two minutes, tops, and I’d be done with the nastiness. Sara would probably be busy for another hour or more. Quickly weighing the two options, I carried Cassidy upstairs and took care of her own form of tiny, but disgusting, explosion.

Connor came in around the time I was fastening the new diaper in place. “Is Mommy mad?” he asked tentatively. White powder covered him from head to toe. What the heck had he done, roll in the stuff?

I gave him my best effort at a stern look. “She’s trying to clean up a bunch of flour in the living room. Do you know how flour got all over the place? Flour is supposed to stay in the kitchen.”

He shrugged with an I-don’t-know expression, his lips turning down dramatically. “I think Cassidy did it.”

“Hmm,” I said, tugging the little girl’s ruffled pants back into place. “I wonder how she’s so clean, then.”

“You just cleaned her up!”

“All I did was change her diaper, buddy. And if Cassidy did it, how come you’re the one who’s covered in flour?”

“She throwed it on me!” he said, as adamant as ever.

I picked up Cassidy and put her over my shoulder. Almost immediately, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and started chewing on it.

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