or twice, Pete turned and flashed her a smile if she glanced his way. By the time he turned around for the fourth time, Timberlynn had reached down and took my hand in hers as we stood and sang one of the worship songs. Pete glanced around, then looked at our joined hands. He turned back around and didn’t look our way the rest of the service. Timberlynn also didn’t let go of my hand. And that left me feeling like a fucking giddy school boy.
Chapter Sixteen
TANNER
Christmas Eve
After the service was over, my folks introduced Timberlynn to a few people. I watched as she smiled politely and spoke to folks.
As Kaylee and Lincoln introduced Timberlynn to a couple of their friends, I stood off near the entrance of the church and waited patiently. Lincoln and Brock were showing off Blayze and Morgan and answering the same questions over and over again. No, they didn’t know if it was a boy or girl yet; no, they were not finding out ahead of time; and yes, they would be happy with either a boy or a girl.
My mind drifted to Timberlynn’s father. What was he doing tonight on Christmas Eve? Had he not even thought about his own daughter at all? How could a father not want to be involved in his only daughter’s life?
Finally, everyone started to make their way over to me. Timberlynn stood by my side as we all waited for my father to finish his conversation with the pastor. I looked around at the church, which was quickly emptying out. I nearly groaned when I saw Lindsey walking my way.
I pulled my hands out of my pockets and laced my arm around Timberlynn’s waist. She didn’t so much as flinch.
“Why, Mr. Shaw, are you using me to distract a certain ex?”
“She is not an ex, and yes, I am totally using you right now. Is that okay?”
When she leaned into me more, I smiled and tried not to let her know both my heartrate and breathing had sped up. “Is that your answer?”
“Yes, plus, I’ve missed being near you.”
As Lindsey made her way through the small crowd, her eyes locked on my arm wrapped around Timberlynn. She frowned and then turned to speak to my mother. “Why, Stella, it’s so very nice to see you.”
My mother flashed Lindsey a polite smile. “You, as well, Lindsey.”
She glanced my way and then back to my mother and gave her a fake pout before she spoke. “I’m hoping you can talk Tanner into attending one of our closest friend’s weddings. I’ve asked him, and he’s turned me down.”
Mom looked at me with my arm around Timberlynn, then focused back on Lindsey. “Honey, I’m guessing he said no because he has a good reason to say no. You have a lovely holiday season. Tell your mama I said hi.”
And like that, my mother dismissed Lindsey who huffed, spun on her heels, and walked away.
Without missing a beat, my mother gave my father a knowing head bob.
“Okay, Shaw crew, let’s head on out!” my father announced as we all piled out of the church and made our way to the parking lot.
“Did you want to ride with Ty and Kaylee, or with me and my folks?” I asked Timberlynn, not letting go of her.
Her eyes lit up. “As much as I love my cousin, seeing her and Ty kiss the back of each other’s hands every two minutes does get a little old.”
I laughed. “Have you ridden with my parents anywhere yet?”
She rolled her eyes and let out a fake moan.
Blayze ran up to us and faced Timberlynn. “Miss Timberlynn! Will you sit next to me at the restaurant?”
Timberlynn dropped down some and smiled at Blayze. “Why, I would be honored to sit next to you.”
My nephew beamed with happiness before he shot me a triumphant grin. Cocky little bastard. He was going to be upset when he found out I was sitting on the other side of her. My folks walked and stopped next to Blayze. When my mother looked my way and winked, I knew she was up to something.
“Timberlynn, sweetheart. Would you mind terribly riding over to the restaurant with Tanner in his daddy’s truck? Morgan is acting up a bit, and Lincoln has some serious morning sickness. I told her Ty Senior and I would ride in the back with the kids.”
My father’s head snapped over to look at my mother, and I almost laughed at his confused expression.