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“Maybe it’ll come true.”
“I didn’t know you could make a wish on those.” Willow picks another. “Can I make more wishes?”
I shake my head. “If you want your first wish to come true, you don’t want to make too many.”
“Can we take them home then? I can give them to Daddy to make a wish.”
“That is a great idea, Willow.”
This little girl has the biggest heart. I hold on to Daisy’s leash as she grabs a few more yellow ones to add to her growing bundle.
“There. Daddy will like these.”
“He’ll like them because you picked them.”
By the time we get home, Mason’s truck is in the driveway. Nerves gather in my belly. I know we had a fun day, but I don’t want to disappoint Mason.
“Daddy!” Willow takes off, running to him.
I know how much he loves this little girl, and I wanted her to have the best day too.
“You’re home earlier than I thought.” Mason is sitting on the porch.
He gives me a warm smile. This time, it’s butterflies exploding in my stomach.
Damn it. I shouldn’t be having these kinds of feelings for Mason.
“I’m sure you’d be surprised by this,”—Mason pushes up to stand, his muscles flexing—“but when your attention isn’t pulled in a million directions, work is much more efficient.”
“Glad I could help.”
“Did you have a fun day?” Mason turns his attention to Willow.
Willow leaps into Mason’s arms. I’m exhausted. We’ve been going all day, and she is still full of energy. I don’t know how she does it.
“Ivy is so cool! She showed me how to make pancakes and we made wishes on dandelions on our walk with Daisy!” She thrusts the tiny bundle of weeds in his face. “These are for you!”
“I love them.”
“I can’t wait for Ivy to come back tomorrow.”
“Me too.” Mason is looking me dead in the eyes. “We’ll see you tomorrow?” Mason asks.
Does he know he’s driving me crazy? The way he is with his daughter is tugging at my heartstrings.
I didn’t think that this crush would get any worse when I took this job, but I guess I was wrong. Seeing this grumpy guy, who doesn’t want help and wants to do everything on his own, holding this precious little girl, is enough to melt even the iciest of hearts.
“Yeah, see you tomorrow.”
ChapterSix
IVY
“Thanks for coming on a Saturday,” Mason tells me again. He’s been apologetic ever since calling me over here this morning.
“It’s fine. Really.”
“Logan just needs some help with a few things, and I should be back by one.”
