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“One more after this,” Kaden pleaded with wide eyes and a demure smile. Cuteness usually got Kaden a lot, but not this time.
“Last time. Are you ready? I’m going to throw you way up thistime.” Jagger swore he could feel Kaden’s anticipation ripple through the water. “Ready?”
“Ready!”
Jagger lifted and threw Kaden. He’d gone a little higher, but not too far. While Kaden wore water wings and Jagger was in the pool with him, he still didn’t want to take any risks.
Kaden sputtered to the surface. “Again!”
“Sorry, champ. We’ll do it again tomorrow.”
Kaden swam toward him and Jagger dragged him to the stairs. By the time they’d exited the pool, Mitch and his scowl were standing on the patio.
Chelsea blewout a breath to steady her nerves and rapped on the door. She was relieved when Jagger opened it instead of his butler.
He smiled, his blue eyes twinkling, and as usual, they dazzled her into confusion.
“Come in.” He stepped back to give her room.
She walked in and stood, feeling awkward. His hand snaked out, wrapped around her, and pulled her to him. He bent his head, pressing a kiss to her jaw, sending delicious spirals of sensation through her. “Remember, we don’t have to hide anymore.”
He lifted his head, his gaze capturing hers in an expectant stare. She supposed he meant someone was watching and they needed to put on a show. She wasn’t sure what compelled her to slide her hands around his neck, threading her fingers through his short hair, except maybe her desire to take back some control in this out-of-control situation. Or maybe it was that she couldn’t stop thinking about tasting him after he’d pulled away from her in the parking lot.
She pulled him to her and kissed him, long and hard. He groaned,and one of his hands tangled in her hair, pulling so her head tilted back farther and he could take the kiss deeper, and as he did, her control slipped away, replaced by an edgy need.
When he finally came up for air, his expression was amused. “We’re out back.” He put his arm around her, guiding her on the same route they’d taken before. She didn’t see anyone else along the route, until they reached the terrace, making her wonder what the show in the foyer was all about.
Kaden sat on a porch swing, reading to Mrs. Stanton. The butler stood next to the swing, his features looking stern, making Chelsea wonder if it was a requirement of butlers. Not that she’d met many butlers, but on TV, they’d always looked so serious and severe.
“Miss Beemer!” Kaden scooted off the swing and ran to her. She knelt, giving him a hug as he reached her arms. “I was reading the book you said I should get. Mrs. Stanton got it at the bookstore for me.” He turned, ran back to the swing, plucking the book from Mrs. Stanton, and returned to Chelsea. “See?”
“Yes. That’s a good one. Are you enjoying it?”
“Some of the words are hard.”
“You’ll learn them and then your brain will grow and grow.”
Kaden’s eyes widened and one hand went to his head. “It won’t grow out my ears, will it?”
Chelsea laughed. “No, your skull will grow too.”
“Where’s Miss Z?” Jagger scanned the terrace.
“Finishing things for dinner.” The butler nodded toward the French doors as a stout woman stepped out carrying a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and glasses toward a table set for three.
“I can help you.” Chelsea made a move to assist, but the woman shot her an annoyed glare.
“I can do it.”
Chelsea flinched and stepped back.
Jagger’s hand caressed her back. “She’s sensitive about her kitchenand duties.” He kissed her head and then turned to his staff.
“Chelsea, this is Grayson and Miss Z, and you know Mrs. Stanton.”
“Hi.” Chelsea lifted her hand in a hello gesture.
“Everyone, this is Miss Chelsea Beemer.”
