Wingman by Cara Bristol

Author:Cara Bristol [Bristol, Cara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cara Bristol
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“There’s Molly!” Izzy slammed the car door and started to rush off to join the group of girls outside the school gym.

“Whoa, whoa. Don’t I get a goodbye kiss?”

She hunched her shoulders and glanced around. “Mom, please. Not here.”

“My bad.” Delia flashed an apologetic grin to cover her dismay. Izzy had entered the stage in which PDAs became an embarrassment. I thought I had more time before this happened. “You have your phone, right?”

“In my bag.” She twisted to show her backpack.

“If you need me, call.”

Her gaze darted to the campers. “I won’t need you.”

Ouch. “I’ll pick you up right in this spot at 5 o’clock.”

“I know.”

“Your supplies are in the backpack. The camp will give you lunch.”

“I know.” She shifted from foot to foot.

“All right. Go!” She waved her off.

Izzy shot away like she’d been catapulted. Delia had raised her to become capable and independent, but watching it happen, well, it hurt. My baby doesn’t need me anymore.

Halfway across the quad, she stopped dead, turned, ran back, and threw her arms around Delia. “I love you, Mom.”

Her eyes smarted. “I love you, too, sweetie. Have bunches of fun!”

“I will.” She waved at Wingman seated in the car. “Bye, Angel!” She dashed to join the girls.

Delia waited until the kids filed into the school gym before getting into the car. “She’s growing up.”

“Are you okay?” Wingman had stayed in the vehicle to avoid creating a spectacle.

“I will be.”

“She’s asserting her independence.”

“Yes. And that’s the goal, but I don’t like it.” She gave a little laugh. “It’s day camp, for goodness’ sake. She’ll be home in the evening. She attended kindergarten, and I was fine.” After crying every day for the first week. “I’ll be fine now, too.”

She would be fine! She’d wished for alone time. Now she had it. She glanced at him, and the backburner attraction heated to a sizzle. “What do you want to do today?”

He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “You decide.”

His husky voice caused her body to throb in all the right places. She knew what she wanted. “My place or yours?”

“Well, four other men live at my place…”

She started the ignition. “That answers that.”

One minute later, she pulled into her driveway. Two houses down at Trudy Beckman’s, a wiry guy marched behind a lawn mower. The prodigal son, she presumed. She caught a glimpse of his sweat-stained back and a ponytail dangling beneath a ball cap. Any other time, she’d hop over and introduce herself but not today.

Only one man mattered.

Her skin tingled with awareness as they strode to the house, her hand clasped in Wingman’s.

“Charlie is in the backyard,” she said as they entered the house. There would be no mishaps this time!

“As long as I can see where he is…”

“I’m amazed your ankle healed so fast.” He’d shown up at her house this morning, walking normally.

“Technology.” He stepped closer and smoothed her hair away from her face. Her eyelids closed as his lips met hers, and he pulled her into his arms.

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