How To Rescue A Family. Teri Wilson

      Just...

      No.

      Not tonight. He’d deal with Maggie’s parents later. For now, he’d watch a movie with his son, and if his thoughts wandered every so often to Amanda Sylvester, her bright smile and the subtle sprinkle of freckles across her rich complexion, then so be it.

      Why fight it?

      There was no harm in thinking about her when nothing whatsoever would come of it. Other than brief interactions at the Grille, he had no intention of seeing her again. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. There was no room in his life whatsoever for a relationship—not even with a woman who made him want things he hadn’t even thought about in months...maybe even years. Things he wouldn’t, couldn’t have.

      At least that’s what Ryan told himself as he followed Dillon into the other room and let the call roll to voice mail.

       Chapter Four

      “Tell me about the night the tornado came through.” Ryan’s pen was poised above the reporter’s notebook in the palm of his hand as he glanced back and forth between Birdie and Bunny Whitaker, waiting for a response.

      The dishes from his barbecue dinner the night before were still sitting in the sink, right where he’d left them. He and Dillon had fallen asleep on the floor in front of the television somewhere around the point when a grown-up Simba reunited with Nala. Ryan had woken up this morning in a tangle of blankets with Dillon’s head on his shoulder, and he’d been reluctant to move, despite the nagging pain in his back. One of these days, he really needed to start sleeping in a bed again.

      Back spasms aside, he’d let his son sleep as long as he could before finally relenting and waking him up for a quick bath and breakfast in time for school. It had been a good morning—the best in a long while. The dishes could wait.