Page 57 of Hard Hat Hottie

Harrison had no trouble pushing me into the sand when I tried to keep him from stealing third. Then, when I was up at bat, he snuck up behind me and untied my bathing suit top. It was a decorative tie, and he knew it. But my kids nearly lost it when they saw him sneaking up behind me. The looks on their faces as they covered their mouths to contain their hysterics was priceless.

Once Rob was pitching, Harrison would take turns carrying the boys like a sack of potatoes and running the bases after they successfully hit the ball. It was the most fun I can remember having, even if I was completely surrounded by testosterone.

No one wanted to leave. But it’d been a long weekend, and we all needed a good night’s sleep. The boys would be spending the night with their dads. Yet, as tempting as it was to want to stay here with Harrison, I had to be at work for the 7:00 a.m. shift and given he was there to greet me most days, he’d have to be up even earlier.

We all said our goodbyes to Harrison before walking the boys to the truck to buckle them in.

“Can we come back here?” Alec asks, rubbing his little eyes. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind he’d be out before Jimmy’s truck had left Harrison’s driveway.

“Maybe. I’m glad you had fun.”

“It was awesome.” He yawns.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say, kissing Justin on the head.

“Okay, Mom.” His yawn mimics his brother’s. “I like Harrison.”

“Me too, buddy.”

Giving a quick hug to Jimmy and Rob, I start to make my way to my car when I hear rustling behind me.

Rob runs over to where I’m standing. “Harlow, thanks for tonight.”

I laugh. “Don’t thank me. It was all Harrison’s idea.”

“Well, I’m glad you found him. I think he’s a keeper.”

Shock. I’m in complete shock.

“What?”

“I told you that you deserved better. I’ve never met anyone quite like that guy. I mean, who invites your exes to have dinner?”

I giggle. “I know, right?”

“Well, I’m just saying, if you don’t hold on to him, Jimmy and I might ask him out.”

I’d laugh, but I don’t think he’s joking.

CHAPTER TWENTY

HARLOW

9:58 p.m.

Harrison

Okay, there’s something wrong with me.

10:01 p.m.

Harlow

Oh no. Are you sick? Maybe the steak was too rare. (worried emoji)

10:05 p.m.

Harrison

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