Chapter Thirteen
At four o’clock sharp, Travis pulled up in Weston’s truck. Elaine had barely managed to get Dax showered and into a clean pair of shorts – he’d positively squirmed with excitement when he heard they were going to be visiting Travis’s ranch.
“Does he have horses, too?”
“I don’t know, kiddo. You’ll have to ask him.”
Dax bounded over and waited impatiently as Travis hopped out of the truck looking positively yummy. Heat pooled between her legs. He’d showered and changed into a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Now she could secretly drool over the corded muscles and veins in his forearm as he drove.
She couldn’t hear what Dax asked as he bent to give the boy a fist bump, but her pulse skittered at the smile he gave her son. Even Dax’s father, when he’d been a
