sound of Isaac’s ball in the front yard. My stomach churns. I drop the kitchen towel and hurry out.
“Isaac,” I shout as I step out onto the porch.
There’s no response, and images of a frightened Isaac being driven off in a strange car fill my mind. I run out, and as I cross the front lawn, I hear his sweet voice. My knees almost buckle from the relief. I follow his voice, and when I see him, I smile despite my anxiety.
He and the neighbor are lying side by side on respective lounges. Their chins are up, and they are looking at the clouds.
“I see a car, Mila,” Isaac says.
“I see it too,” the lady says. Her voice is sweet and gentle, the kind you cannot imagine ever sounding angry. As I get closer, I realize that it’s not just her body that is hot. She’s beautiful with wide blue eyes, a full soft mouth, and blonde locks that frame her face.
She hears my footsteps and turns her head. She stands up and smiles. Her smile deepens the dimples in her cheeks. My heart does a somersault in my chest.
“Hi, my name is Mila, and I’m your son’s newest friend.” She sticks out a hand, and I take it. Electricity sizzles as our hands touch. I’ve never had such a reaction to a stranger. Her hand is slim and long and so soft. I don’t want to let go of it.
“And I’m Brad Bennet, sorry if Isaac—”
“Not at all. He’s an absolute darling,” she says, glancing at Isaac, who grins at her as if she’s an old friend.
Her eyes rake me up and down, and I realize that I still have on my apron.
“Well, thanks for watching him. I was making dinner, and I realized I couldn’t hear him playing out front.” I’m blabbering.
“That’s fine. We had a good time getting to know each other.”
She has the bluest eyes I have ever seen. I’m about to excuse myself and Isaac when I realize how rude it is to just leave without inviting her in.
“Would you like to join us for dinner?” I really want her to say yes. Something about the softness in her face makes me think she’d make a good dinner companion. I almost laugh at myself. Plain lust is making me poetic. She’s hot, and I wouldn’t mind spending the next hour ogling her sexy body.
She shakes her head, and disappointment floods me. “Thanks, but I’m afraid I can’t. Lots of unpacking to do. I just moved in today.”
“Well, it’s a standing invitation. Whenever you’re free, let us know. We are a friendly neighborhood.”
Too friendly, I think to myself as I remember my ex-wife and Mike. I push away the thought, but it has already soured my mood.
“Say thank you, Isaac,” I say.
“Thanks, Mila,” Isaac says and comes to my side.
“Miss Mila,” I correct him.
She laughs. “Mila is just fine.”
She says goodbye and turns to enter the house. I stand and stare at her gorgeous ass. I imagine cupping it as I carry her to the bedroom and my cock stirs. She sways as she walks, and then I realize that she’s stopped. I raise my gaze and meet her stare. Her eyes drop to the bulge in my trousers. She looks away and hurries into the house.
Great. Now she thinks I’m a perv. We’ll probably never see her again. That thought leaves me feeling unsettled. I realize just how much I want to see her. To fuck her if I’m to be brutally honest.
“Dad!”
I whirl around. Isaac is already at the front door.
“Coming.” I steal a last look just as she reaches the door. She slips in and doesn’t look back.
I let out a breath I was not aware I had been holding.
Chapter 3
Mila
“I hear swish noises; what are you doing? I feel like I don’t have all your attention,” Jessica complains from the other end of the phone call.
The swish noises she’s hearing are the sound of the curtains as I push them to the side and peek through the window. I feel like one of those nosy neighbors everyone dislikes, but I can’t stop myself. “Mmmm,” I manage to say. My eyes are glued to Brad and Isaac as they leave their car. My mouth waters as I take in Brad’s chest encased in a tight-fitting white T-shirt. From behind the curtain, I can tell that he’s been sweating as the T-shirt clings to his skin.