“What kind of ice cream?”

“Rocky Road. Coffee. Vanilla with fudge. One of these days I’m going to take an entire day off. It will be raining, I’ll have my raging fire, and I’ll sleep for at least twelve hours, then I’ll read a sexy romance novel and eat a gallon of ice cream. Now, that would be a great day. It’ll never happen, but it would be a great day.”

“Where are the boys on this great day?”

“With Camille, the nanny. Every mom deserves a day to herself once in a while.”

“Well, how about on this great day of yours, you share it with me and we sit on a soft blanket by that raging fire after you’ve had at least twelve hours of sleep. We’ll eat ice cream, then I’ll make love to you until you’re completely satisfied and devoid of energy. I’ll kiss every inch of you and run my hands over your soft skin. I’ll finally get your hair out of that ponytail you like so much and spread it across the blanket and run my fingers through it, while I completely ravage your mouth with mine. I’ll bury my hands in all that hair when I fill you. I’ll be so deep inside you that you’ll think we couldn’t possibly be any closer. Then, I’ll take you on the ride of your life where we’ll both end up tangled in that blanket and hotter for each other than any fire could ever burn. Your sexy romance novel will blush at the things I’ll do to you.”

She blushed from the tips of her newly painted toes to the top of her head. No one had ever looked lovelier or smiled bigger.

“Your dream day is far better than mine.”

“I’ll make it your favorite dream day.”

“You’re going to have to work up to that rainy day with me. It won’t be tonight.”

“I knew you were going to say that.” Still, the disappointment hit him hard.

She pointed to the sunset sky. “No rain,” she teased. “But perhaps the cookies in the cooler will appease you for now. Will you get them out?”

He grabbed the plastic container and opened it. He glanced up at her and smiled. “Just how much did Jerry tell you?”

“Enough. I hope you like them.”

Peanut butter cookies loaded with peanuts, just the way he liked them. He felt spoiled for the first time in a long time. She’d made him one of his favorite meals and baked his favorite cookies in between everything else she had to do. “You’ve got more than a full plate, yet you took the time to do all of this for me. Why?”

She met his gaze. “Because I wanted to do something nice for you. That’s all.” She shrugged, then stared into the fire.

She was so simple in the nicest ways. He couldn’t remember a time when a woman had done something for him just because she wanted to be nice. Ulterior motives usually came with anything good someone did for him. Sarah’s sincerity touched him deeply. “Tell me what you don’t like.”