Page 34 of Summer with a Single Dad

She chuckled and said, “Hey, veggies are important for a balanced diet.”

“If I didn’t force Hudson to eat them, he wouldn’t.”

“I was the same way when I was his age. He’ll grow out of it.”

“I hope so.”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing. And don’t forget the butter.”

I barked a laugh. “Right. Butter makes everything better.”

“I make a delicious chicken and broccoli casserole. Lots of broccoli and butter.”

“Do you now?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Is that an invitation?” I secured her around the waist.

“Mm-hm.” She clutched onto me, a different kind of hunger shining in her eyes.

I lowered my head slowly, capturing her mouth in a greedy kiss. All night, we’d played the part of responsible adults. With a few minutes to ourselves, while Hudson changed into his pajamas and brushed his teeth, all restraint flew out the window.

“I wish you could stay the night,” I said, ravishing her mouth.

“Me too,” she whispered.

The sound of Hudson’s bathroom door opening ripped us apart.

We stood like two guilty teenagers, ensuring there was enough space between us that nothing appeared suspect.

“I like your pjs,” she said to Hudson.

“It’s Luke.” He pulled at his shirt for reference. “From Star Wars,” he added for clarification.

“I hear you’re a big fan.”

“Yeah. Yes,” he amended, looking at me. I gave him a thumbs-up. “Me and Dad love Star Wars.”

“Yes, we do.” I cupped his chin. “Let me see your teeth.” He grinned and then blew his breath, proving he brushed his teeth. “Good job.”

“Well,” Emily said. “We better be going. Moose, Rufus,” she called.

Luke bounded over with his pals to say goodbye.

“What do we tell our guests when they leave?” I asked Hudson.

“Thank you for coming over for dinner.”

“Thank you for inviting us,” she said.

Of all the times I said goodbye to Emily, this had to be the most awkward. Usually, I’d kiss her, but with Hudson here, that wouldn’t send the right example.

She felt it too.

“Text me when you get home.”

“It’s a couple blocks away.”

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