CHAPTER SIXTEEN
As Kate entered the living room that afternoon, Jared sat on the couch with the laundry basket at his feet. Cassidy played in the bouncer, sitting on the floor. On the bottom of the television screen, stock symbols rolled by on the electronic ticker tape.
If only Kate found the stock market interesting, she would concentrate on the trades scrolling by instead of taking in Jared’s casual clothes—a green polo shirt, khaki shorts, and bare feet. He appeared relaxed. That made him even more attractive.
Her knees had shot past being wet noodles. They were at the Jell-O stage now.
She sucked in a breath. Not the reaction she’d hoped to have when she saw him.
Kate needed to focus on removing her shoes. As she steadied herself by holding on to a chair, she kicked off her sling
