A Sweetheart For The Single Dad (The Camdens Of Colorado Book 8) by Victoria Pade

told her to drive safe and closed the door before he went around to his SUV.
    So Lindie started her car and pulled out of her parking spot, putting every effort into acting as if that dumb little nothing of a peck on the lips hadn’t stunned her and left that tingle of excitement raining all through her.
    But it had.
    No matter how she acted.
    It had.

Chapter Five
    “R eally? You have to be kidding. To pick weeds? Dumb ass!” Sawyer said to himself on Saturday morning.
    He’d just finished shaving and, without thinking about it, had reached for the cologne that he never used unless he was going on a date.
    What he
was
thinking about was the same thing he’d been thinking about since he’d met her. Lindie Camden. And thinking about her while preparing to spend the day with her had caused that automatic reach for the cologne. As if picking weeds with her was a date.
    “Dumb, dumb, dumb ass!” he repeated as he pulled his hand away from the bottle without grabbing it and using the expensive ocean-breeze scented stuff inside.
    I’m as bad as Eric and Tyler.
    Worse, he amended. He was worse than Eric and Tyler when it came to Lindie. Sure the boys had tried to linger after Friday’s work was finished to get a little more time with her. But he’d put a stop to that and sent them home. So
he
could get a little more time with her.
Without
the boys interfering and taking up all her attention.
    And then he’d topped the whole thing off by kissing her.
    Oh, yeah, he was a dumb ass all right.
    Definitely worse than two hormonal twelve-year-olds. Put together.
    She’s a
Camden
!
    That’s what he mentally shouted at himself. The same thing he’d mentally shouted at himself all week long every time he realized he’d lapsed into yet another daydream about her. Every time he’d found himself restlessly counting the hours, the minutes, until he would see her again. Every time the image of her sprang into his mind complete with that long, lustrous hair and those super-blue eyes and that face and that body and even the sound of her voice...
    “She’s a
Camden
,” he told his reflection out loud as he closed the medicine cabinet door to keep himself away from that cologne.
    He wouldn’t touch a Camden with a ten-foot pole.
    Except that last night he
had
touched her.
    Because of that smudge on her face.
    The smudge was information he’d kept to himself until the evening was coming to an end, but not to embarrass her the way he’d made it seem. The little smear of dirt on the high crest of her cheekbone had actually looked so cute that he hadn’t wanted her to get rid of it right away. He’d liked that one small mar to her perfection.
    He’d liked it so much that once he wasn’t going to be the one looking at it, he’d wanted it gone, as if to make sure no one else got to see her that way.
    More dumb ass stuff.
    But that was what he’d been thinking when he’d wiped that smudge away.
    What he hadn’t expected was that something as small, as simple, as touching one lousy finger to her face, would jolt him the way it had. Would leave him incapable of taking his hand away once it was there. Would compel him to bend over and kiss her!
    What the hell had gotten into him?
    A Camden! She’s a Camden!
    Something in him had been shouting that even as he’d been headed for that kiss, and as a result nearly the minute he’d made contact he’d pulled out of it.
    But he’d still made the contact. And he wanted to shoot himself for it.
    It didn’t make any difference that she was one of the hottest women he’d ever seen. Or that so far she seemed to be one of the nicest. She was still a member of a family he didn’t approve of on any level.
    And even if she wasn’t, he had other things that needed his full and complete concentration. Other things to worry about. To fight. He had Sam. And he had that move to Vermont that could be looming. And a potential custody battle.
    Plus he hadn’t figured out what the hell he did