Her mouth opened slightly. As her wide eyes searched his, moisture gathered in their corners. “Peter…”
He ducked his head, hiding his uncontrollable grin. He was proud of her. “That took guts.” He shook his head. “I feel like I’m on the precipice of something great, and I’m finding myself…faltering at the last obstacle.”
Her hand splayed across his back. She leaned in. “Pete—”
“You two have nothing to do?”
Pete saw his father standing in the back doorway. Keke jumped up, but Pete took his time. “I had to bandage Keke’s arm. She fell and scratched her elbow.”
“Sorry to hear that,” Titus said curtly. “If you’re all better and my son is done trying to flirt, the kids are ready to go out on the water.”
Pete smarted. He wasn’t flirting. And why did his father say it like he was failing at it?
“Pete did you find those extra life jackets?” Titus quickly looked around the room. “By the looks of things, you didn’t. Guess I’ll have to handle that myself, like I do everything around here.” He stormed out of the office.
Pete and Keke looked at each other.
“No wonder you don’t want to tell him what you’d rather do. I wouldn’t tell him anything either.” Keke gave his arm a squeeze. “I’d just run.” She followed his father out the door.
Pete took a moment to close his eyes and get himself centered. Forgetting his father, he focused his thoughts on Lea and the next tactic to employ.
The touch.
