He took hold of her hand and brought it to his mouth, running his lips over her knuckles and setting off a wildfire inside her. How did he do that so easily? “Her mom is fun to be with, too.”

Unnerved by her overwhelming desire for him, she said, “What do you feel like doing tonight?”

“What would you guys normally do?”

“Probably get takeout and watch Frozen for the two thousandth time.”

“That sounds good to me.”

“You don’t want to go out?”

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to entertain me. I’m totally happy to hang here with you guys and do nothing. Besides, don’t you have to work tomorrow?”

“I do,” she said, frowning. The first day back from vacation was always so depressing, especially after a vacation as great as this one had been.

“What’s the plan for Simone tomorrow?”

“Her sitter is taking her to get a gift for her friend and delivering her to the birthday party. I’ll pick her up there after work.”

“Could I maybe do that?”

Emma stared at him, still trying to decide if he was for real or if she’d dreamed him.

“What? Too much too soon?”

“No,” she said. “I just can’t believe you’re really here and offering to help with Simone and playing dolls with her for an hour and—”

He leaned across the pile of laundry to kiss her. “I’m here, and there’s nowhere else in this world I’d rather be.”

“You’ve got my heart doing backflips in my chest.”

“That sounds uncomfortable.”

“It’s actually far more comfortable than you’d think.”

Smiling, he kissed her again, seeming to pull back reluctantly. “Can I help fold?” He hooked a finger around a pair of her panties from the basket of clean clothes and lifted them for a closer look.

Emma grabbed them. “No, you may not help.”

Grayson laughed. “You’re no fun.”

“Be a typical man and watch football or something, will you?” She handed him the remote.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

While she finished folding, he clicked through the channels until he found a college football bowl to watch.

Emma caught him taking surreptitious glances at her instead of watching the game. “Do you really want to help out with Simone tomorrow?”

“I really do, or I wouldn’t have offered.”

“Okay, then. I’ll text the sitter.”

“Anything I can do to help while I’m here, just let me know.”

“You’ll tell me if it gets to be too much for you?”

“It won’t.”

“Grayson…”

“Emma… It’s fine. I like being with her.”

She folded Simone’s favorite fuzzy pink sweater and added it to her pile, which was twice the size of Emma’s. “Could I ask you something?”

“Anything you want.”

“Do you want kids of your own someday?”

“Depends.”

“On?”