Page 95 of The Sandbar saga

His gaze softened and explored her. She grew warm and looked out at the ocean. Bonding over their child made her feel good, but having Race talk with her and give her his time left a growing need inside of her for more.

"I should go. Callie will need dinner soon, and I've been gone most of the day." She looked at him. "Thank you for inviting me here."

He pushed to his feet in one steady movement and held his hands out. She placed her hands in his, letting him pull her to her feet. Losing her balance in the sand, she swayed toward him. Her body shook. He was so close, so strong, so familiar.

"Let's get you home." He dropped one of her hands, holding the other one as he navigated over the dune.

She held on tightly, knowing as soon as they reached the car, she'd need to let him go.

Once by the car, she rubbed her bare feet together, knocking off most of the sand. Then, she slid into the passenger seat. When they were together, the time went too fast.

Before she knew it, he'd dropped her off at her car and waited for her to drive home. She looked in the rearview mirror, spotting him behind her. She smiled to herself. He'd surprised her by showing up at her work and asking her to the beach.

She'd hoped..., stopping herself from hoping him asking her out meant something more than two parents sharing information about their child. He'd talked about her job, his swimming experience, and his time with Callie.

Not once had he asked her any questions.

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