Chapter 8

She had been right, though. I had deadlines, but I couldn’t let the kids starve and the twins were a handful on a good day. But with an entire workday wasted, I had to catch up now. No sleeping for me.

With a drawn-out groan, I turned on my computer and checked my to-do list. Only one thing was urgent—a webshop I’d promised the client by Friday—the rest could wait a day or two.

But as I stared at the monitor, I couldn’t concentrate. Instead, my thoughts wandered back to Saturday. To Beckett’s quick smile and warm eyes that had sparkled every time he’d looked at me. How cute he’d been in that dorky beanie.

I loved how easy he was to talk to. How he genuinely cared. I was dying to get to know him better, on a deeper level. I wanted him to be my friend, too.

Scratch that. I wanted to be more than his friend.