Celeste sure liked watching Brad throw a football to his nephew on the beach. The man had muscles everywhere, and with his shirt off…it certainly was very hot at the beach that afternoon.
everyThankfully, she could watch him while wearing sunglasses, so it wasn’t too terribly creepy. She applauded as his six-year-old nephew caught the ball, and then she glanced over to the sandcastle Lizzie had been working on for a long time.
She could learn a lot about a man as he interacted with kids, and Brad was fun, and kind, and patient. She knew nieces and nephews weren’t the same as one’s own children, but she sure did like the way Brad dealt with Tommy and Lizzie.
He eventually came back to the lounger she’d secured for him, and Tommy sat down on the towel beside him. “I’m hungry, Uncle Brad.”
