Follow A Wild Heart (romance,) Read Online Free
Author: Bobby Hutchinson
Tags: General Fiction
haircut. He met Logan's glance with clear deep-blue eyes and not a trace of shyness.
"We're both eleven," Alexander supplied. "She's Lizzie, and I'm Alex, and we're twins, but she was born first. This here's our Uncle Logan. What's your name?"
"Daniel Eric Carlson," the boy answered, "but everybody just calls me Danny. Unless they're mad at me," he added matter-of-factly, making Logan wonder if it happened often.
Liz pronounced, "How do you do, pleased to meet you," and then the conversation lapsed for several minutes as the children watched the frantic pace of the men's event, which involved much cutting, climbing, running and carrying of blocks of wood.
Logan was oblivious to any of it. He sat perfectly still and methodically considered and rejected ways and means of meeting Karena.
As soon as possible, he put his best scheme into effect and mentally crossed his fingers. Surely it would work. "Anybody want a hamburger?" he asked innocently.
Of course, Liz and Alex did. Logan casually turned to Danny. ''How about you, Danny? Would you like a hamburger with us?"
"Wow, super. But I have to ask my mom first," the boy said, just exactly as Logan had expected.
"We'd better come along and meet her, just so she knows who you're going with," Logan announced, adding innocently, "maybe she'd like to come along, too. Why not invite her?" and Danny enthusiastically led the way over the fence and toward the tent, with Logan and the twins close behind.
What was the penalty for using kids as cupids?
He strode along in the wake of the three chattering youngsters and his heart beat a little faster than usual.
"Mom?" Danny bellowed, sticking his head into the hot tent.
Karena was pulling on fresh pink cotton shorts and a dry bra and T-shirt in the tiny curtained-off area that was the women's dressing room. She ran a wide-toothed comb through her unruly curls. Those few past moments with Sara had been totally draining, calling on her to use every ounce of guile and technique she possessed. But she'd won, and there was satisfaction in that.
"Just a minute, Danny."
"Mom, these people asked us to go for a hamburger with them. Boy, you really did great in the last couple heats. Can we go, please? You know we didn't eat yet, Mom, and I'm starving, so can we go?"
Karena ducked out from behind the curtain and bent to follow Danny out of the tent.
"Danny, slow down, okay?" Nearly every conversation she had with him started with that plea. "I really think—" she stopped abruptly, conscious of a tall, broad-shouldered man in a blue checked shirt, his hands resting gently on the shoulders of a small dark-haired boy with freckles and eager eyes and a prim little girl with long red braids.
All three were staring at her intently, and Karena felt shy yet somehow compelled to glance into the man ' s face, despite the wave of nervousness that brought heightened color into her cheeks.
Chapter Two
"How do you do?" he said formally, and then his firm mouth tilted into a crooked, one-sided smile and one dark eyebrow rose inquiringly above his horn-rimmed glasses, as if he were as surprised to be there as she was to encounter him.
His eyes looked soft and dark behind the lenses and his hair was sooty, wavy and disarranged, falling over his forehead.
"I'm Logan Baxter, and this is my niece, Liz Gardom, and my nephew, Alex. We'd like to take you and Danny for a hamburger to celebrate your win at logrolling."
His voice was pleasing, deep and gentle and a shade hesitant. He was extremely attractive, somehow sophisticated despite his casual garb, and Karena hesitated the slightest bit before refusing.
"Thanks, but I don't think—"
Immediately, three young voices interceded.
"Aw, Mom, c'mon," from Danny.
"Please do come with us," from Liz.
But it was Alex who tipped the scales. He disengaged Logan's hand and walked over to stand directly in front of her, his triangular freckled face tilted earnestly upward.
"Did it take long to learn
"We're both eleven," Alexander supplied. "She's Lizzie, and I'm Alex, and we're twins, but she was born first. This here's our Uncle Logan. What's your name?"
"Daniel Eric Carlson," the boy answered, "but everybody just calls me Danny. Unless they're mad at me," he added matter-of-factly, making Logan wonder if it happened often.
Liz pronounced, "How do you do, pleased to meet you," and then the conversation lapsed for several minutes as the children watched the frantic pace of the men's event, which involved much cutting, climbing, running and carrying of blocks of wood.
Logan was oblivious to any of it. He sat perfectly still and methodically considered and rejected ways and means of meeting Karena.
As soon as possible, he put his best scheme into effect and mentally crossed his fingers. Surely it would work. "Anybody want a hamburger?" he asked innocently.
Of course, Liz and Alex did. Logan casually turned to Danny. ''How about you, Danny? Would you like a hamburger with us?"
"Wow, super. But I have to ask my mom first," the boy said, just exactly as Logan had expected.
"We'd better come along and meet her, just so she knows who you're going with," Logan announced, adding innocently, "maybe she'd like to come along, too. Why not invite her?" and Danny enthusiastically led the way over the fence and toward the tent, with Logan and the twins close behind.
What was the penalty for using kids as cupids?
He strode along in the wake of the three chattering youngsters and his heart beat a little faster than usual.
"Mom?" Danny bellowed, sticking his head into the hot tent.
Karena was pulling on fresh pink cotton shorts and a dry bra and T-shirt in the tiny curtained-off area that was the women's dressing room. She ran a wide-toothed comb through her unruly curls. Those few past moments with Sara had been totally draining, calling on her to use every ounce of guile and technique she possessed. But she'd won, and there was satisfaction in that.
"Just a minute, Danny."
"Mom, these people asked us to go for a hamburger with them. Boy, you really did great in the last couple heats. Can we go, please? You know we didn't eat yet, Mom, and I'm starving, so can we go?"
Karena ducked out from behind the curtain and bent to follow Danny out of the tent.
"Danny, slow down, okay?" Nearly every conversation she had with him started with that plea. "I really think—" she stopped abruptly, conscious of a tall, broad-shouldered man in a blue checked shirt, his hands resting gently on the shoulders of a small dark-haired boy with freckles and eager eyes and a prim little girl with long red braids.
All three were staring at her intently, and Karena felt shy yet somehow compelled to glance into the man ' s face, despite the wave of nervousness that brought heightened color into her cheeks.
Chapter Two
"How do you do?" he said formally, and then his firm mouth tilted into a crooked, one-sided smile and one dark eyebrow rose inquiringly above his horn-rimmed glasses, as if he were as surprised to be there as she was to encounter him.
His eyes looked soft and dark behind the lenses and his hair was sooty, wavy and disarranged, falling over his forehead.
"I'm Logan Baxter, and this is my niece, Liz Gardom, and my nephew, Alex. We'd like to take you and Danny for a hamburger to celebrate your win at logrolling."
His voice was pleasing, deep and gentle and a shade hesitant. He was extremely attractive, somehow sophisticated despite his casual garb, and Karena hesitated the slightest bit before refusing.
"Thanks, but I don't think—"
Immediately, three young voices interceded.
"Aw, Mom, c'mon," from Danny.
"Please do come with us," from Liz.
But it was Alex who tipped the scales. He disengaged Logan's hand and walked over to stand directly in front of her, his triangular freckled face tilted earnestly upward.
"Did it take long to learn
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