Page 26 of Run, Little Bunny

Without thinking, I swat his butt in response. It lands harder than I intended, and Chad shoots me a playful look before leaning down to whisper in my ear. “Whatever you do to me … it’s going to happen to you later.”

“Like you need an excuse to grab my ass.”

He grins, bear-hugging me close. “You’re so feisty. I love it.”

I giggle, feeling the warmth of his arms around me, loving this easy banter between us.

“Let me make us some snack plates,” he says, ending the hug. “Do you want wine?”

“Yes, please,” I say, then take my seat in front of the easel.

Chad puts together a plate of cheeses and nuts, placing it in front of me before sitting next to me. I pick up a piece of cheese and hold it to his lips. He bites down, his big brown eyes locked on mine. The bite was intentional, sexy.

“You looked hungry,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, although that bite was hot.

“I am,” he replies, not breaking our eye contact.Oh we’re definitely hooking up after this. But still … where’s dinner?

Just as I’m about to say something, Sarah begins the instructions for our painting. It’s a spring-themed piece with bright colors and floral details.

“Mine is going to look like a five-year-old did it,” Chad whispers as Sarah talks.

“Mine won’t look much better.”

We pick up our brushes and start following the steps.

“How do you know Sarah?” I ask.

“She’s close with my oldest sister.”

“How old are your sisters?”

“Kelly just turned thirty-two, Ashley is almost thirty, and Heather is twenty-seven.”

I make a little face, feeling our age gap. “Do any of them have kids?”

“Kelly has two boys. Three and two months.”

“Such fun ages.”

“Yeah. I love being the fun uncle.”

He likes kids.Another point for Chad, I think while painting.

“So concentrated,” Chad teases, glancing at me as I furrow my brows in focus.

“I’m trying to do a good job!” I protest, and he chuckles, brushing a streak of paint onto the canvas. As our paintings start to take shape, Sarah finishes her guidance, encouraging us to focus on the details.

“So, Anna … what should I know about you?”

I hesitate, not sure how deep I should go. “I don’t know.”

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“Am I not grown up?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I’m not super career focused. Honestly, I want to meet a nice guy and start a family. Like having my own family is what I want for my life.”

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