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He pushed my shirt over my breasts and pulled down the cups so that he could suck on my nipples. I arched against him, needing friction, but he held himself away from me.
He kissed down my stomach, pulling my skirt and panties over my hips and off. I lifted up to get rid of my shirt and bra, and then he settled between my legs.
When his tongue hit my clit, I realized that I was happy here with him, his daughter down the hall. I had a new group of friends, and I was teaching art. Everything was coming together.
Chapter Nineteen
Dalton
Over the past two weeks, Blake was engrossed in preparing for her class, ordering supplies and testing various subject ideas. There were more canvases in my living room than ever before, but I loved having her things in my space.
I promised Hudson I’d talk to Shep, so I showed up at his house on Saturday morning. When I arrived, he was cutting boards on the front lawn.
Shep turned off the saw. “You here to help?”
“Blake has her art class at the library today. But I wanted to check on you.”
Shep rolled his neck to ease the kinks. “Everyone worried about me? Or was it Hudson?”
“You know it was.”
He gestured at the piles of wood next to him. “Tell him I’ve got everything under control here.”
“I can do that.”
He gripped the table in front of him. “The house is keeping me busy. But it’s good. I’m excited to bring this place back to life.”
“Grandma would love that you’re doing this.”
His expression softened. “She sure would. I want to fill it with family. Once I get the renovations done, we should hold Sunday dinner here.”
He gestured for me to follow him around the back of the house to the patio and pool. There were a few tall palm trees but nothing impeding our ocean view. I settled into one of the chairs he’d arranged around a wrought iron table, and he grabbed me a water from his outdoor fridge.
I twisted off the cap and drank from the bottle, considering him.
His phone rang; Kinsley’s name came up on the screen. “She almost never calls. I should take this.”
Kinsley was supposed to be helping him film the renovations. Although I hadn’t heard if they’d made any progress yet.
Shep stood and paced the patio, not bothering to go somewhere more private. “Kins, what’s going on?”
He listened for a few seconds, then stopped walking. “You’re kidding me. He never fixed it?”
At her response, he bit off a curse. “You can’t live there. Everything is ruined. You said so yourself.”
He fell silent, and I assumed Kinsley was telling him something about where her and her daughter were going to live.
Shep ran a hand through his hair. “You can live here. In my house. I haven’t touched the bedrooms. You can share my bathroom until the guest bathroom is finished. I can take you shopping for clothes.”
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my thighs, wondering why Shep had offered to let her stay with him. She worked for our company, so any one of us would have stepped in to help her, but I’m not sure any of us would have invited her to move in with us.
But then again, Shep was the last single Kingston brother, and his house had six furnished bedrooms.
“You sit tight. I’m on my way.” He clicked off the call.
I raised a brow. “You gotta go?”
“I need to lock up.” He stood frozen in one spot as if he couldn’t decide what to do first.
