“What kind?” he asked Becca, his big brown eyes doubtful.
“What do you like?”
“Blazing Galaxy?”
“Gosh,” Becca said, wiping her hands on her apron. “We’re all out. How about corn flakes?”
“I guess so.” Toby reached for a cinnamon roll, but Jami gave him the look, and he pulled his hand back. “I know—cereal first.”
Jami smiled at her carrot-topped son.
“Where’s Grant?” Toby piped up. “Did he already eat breakfast?”
Jami’s smile faded. “Toby!”
Becca grinned. “Grant went fishing with my dad about five o’clock this morning. He’ll be back any minute.” She winked at the child. “They said to tell you that next time you could go with them.”
“Don’t you feel forgotten, young man. Grant wants us to fix a picnic basket so he can show you and your mama around Frost Lake,” Nell informed them as she tottered around the kitchen making preparations for the upcoming breakfast.
“It isn’t necessary for Grant to show us around,” Jami said, tension knotting her stomach at the thought of spending the day with him.
“Nonsense, girl,” Nell retorted, “he wants to.”
Becca chuckled. “And what Grant Carrington wants—he gets.”
“Great,” Jami muttered, tearing off a chunk of her cinnamon roll before stuffing the warm gooey sweet into her mouth. She munched absently, musing Grant might not get what he wanted this time. Not if she had something to say about it.
Another thought struck her. “Is the photographer spending the day with us?”
“Mike? Heavens, he’s too busy for that.” Becca started frying sausage as she added, “Mike lives in the valley and has a studio down in town. He did give me a message for you, though.”
“What?” Jami asked, glad that Mike wouldn’t be with them today.
“Tomorrow night you and Grant need to dress up for the candlelight dinner that Mike’s assigned to shoot for CupidKey.”
Jami frowned, displeased with the sound of that. “I brought along my coral dress. I hope it will do.”
“I’m sure it’ll be very pretty, dear,” Nell said, slicing several loaves of homemade bread as her face wreathed in a smile. The old woman hummed softly, turning her back on the rest of the conversation as Becca chatted with Jami.
When Jami and Toby returned to the suite, she could hear the shower running in the fancy bathroom off the master bathroom. Trying not to visualize Grant standing naked under streaming water, she quickly scooted Toby through the main suite and into their own bedroom.
“Why do we have to come in here?” Toby grumbled. “The big TV and all the neat stuff is in the other room.”
“Grant’s in the shower. We need to give him some privacy,” Jami explained, closing the door behind her.
“Wow!” Toby yelped, halting in front of Jami, sending her stumbling into him. “Cool! My own dream-catcher!”
Jami followed his pointing finger to the oversized purple feather, tooth-and-beaded leather web hanging above their double bed. It didn’t exactly coordinate with the patriotic red, white, and blue motif, but she found herself grinning right along with her son. “That ought to chase away bad dreams.”
“Isn’t it great? I gotta thank Grant.”
Before she could grab him, Toby threw open their door and burst into Grant’s quarters.
Dripping wet from the shower with a towel barely covering his lower torso, Grant whipped around to face them, appearing every bit as astonished as Jami felt.
“Thanks for the dream-catcher,” Toby cried, flinging himself at Grant to hug the man around the waist. At her son’s assault, Grant’s towel slid a heartbeat lower, and Jami held her breath.
Toby rushed on, heedless of the tension he was causing between the adults. “That dream-catcher’s the coolest thing. Is it really mine? When I go home, do I get to take it with me?”
“Sure, kid,” Grant said, sounding very much composed as he used his free hand to unlatch Toby from his mid-section. “Glad you like it.”
“I could reimburse you for the cost...” Jami began, aware she was staring, but unable to stop.
“No. It’s a gift from me to your son.” Answering awareness flashed in Grant’s dark gaze, sending chills through Jami as she felt the current zing between them with unspoken messages. “I’ll have to come up with something for you.” His voice dropped. “Won’t I?”
“Thanks, but I’ve got everything I need.”
“Do you?” Grant murmured, feeling his loins stir as she watched him. Was she feeling an answering desire? Did she crave him the way he had craved her when he’d caught her clad only in a towel last night? Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he willed away the image of Jami’s