Chapter 13
Pippa bustled around the kitchen, a temperamental ball of impatience as we packed lunches to bring on our hike. As she shoved sandwiches into the lunch boxes, three for the people and one for the dog, her tiny pink lips pursed into a displeased grimace.
“Is Daddy ready yet?”
“Not yet. These things take a while.”
“He said it would only take a minute.” She crossed her arms and tapped impatiently on her bicep.
“Let me check."
I peeked into the bathroom where Adam lay on the salmon-pink tiles, his head buried underneath the sink. The clink-clack-clatter of a pipe wrench clued me that he wasn’t done. I drank in the way his tight jeans tugged against his thighs and drew my eye to certain portions of his anatomy that a lady would not ogle.
I guess that meant I was no lady, for m
