Page 48 of Some Sort of Happy (Happy Crazy Love 1)
it had honeycomb in it. After drying off with a fluffy navy blue towel, I hung it up and slipped back into my panties and dress.
When I emerged from the bathroom, Sebastian was just coming in from the patio, his feet bare. “I thought maybe we could lie in the hammock. It’s cool out there, but the sky is clear. Good night to see stars.”
“I saw stars twenty minutes ago in your truck,” I told him with a smile. “Right through the roof.”
He grinned back at me before pulling a thick charcoal gray fleece blanket from an old trunk serving as a coffee table. “We’ll take this blanket out, but if you’re too cold just tell me.”
“OK.” I picked up a framed photograph on a side table. “Who’s this?” I asked, turning it so he could see the photograph of the two grinning little girls, one missing both front teeth.
“Emily and Hannah. My nieces. They gave that to me last Christmas.” He switched off the living room lamp as I set the frame down.
“Ah. They live around here?”
He nodded and turned the kitchen light off. “Malcolm and his family live in Traverse.”
“I bet they’re happy you moved back.”
He opened the sliding door and waited for me to go through it, then he tucked the blanket under his arm and followed me out before closing it behind us. “Yeah, they are. They worry about me living alone up here, though. Like I’m a kid. Drives me crazy.”
I shivered walking across the stones toward the hammock, my skin prickling in the chilly night air. “Do you get lonely living by yourself?”
“Sometimes. Not tonight.” He lowered himself into the hammock and stretched out on his back. “And that’s all that matters to me right now. Come here.”
Smiling, I took off my shoes and carefully climbed on beside him, tucking myself in against his warm, hard body. Together we spread the blanket over our feet and legs, and he pulled it up over my shoulder.
“Warm enough?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you.” I snaked one arm across his stomach, beneath his shirt, taking the opportunity to feel up his abs again. “Hey, what’s that honeycomb soap in your bathroom? I love it.”
“My sister-in law Kelly makes it. Malcolm’s wife.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, she makes all kinds of stuff with honey. Her family keeps bees.”
“How cool. I’ll have to find out where to buy it. Maybe my mom will stock some products in the guest houses. I want her to have all local things.”
He squeezed me. “That’s a great idea.”
I asked more about his extended family, and Sebastian recited for me the names and ages of all five of his nieces and nephews.
“I’m impressed,” I said. “Do you know their birthdays too?”
“Yes, and my brothers’ and their wives’ and my dad’s if I thought about it, maybe even yours.”
I picked my head up and looked at him. “Shut up. Really?”
He narrowed his eyes. “You have a winter birthday, right? Is it in December? Maybe the twenty-first?”
I gasped. “Yes! How do you know that?”
“I have a good memory for facts, especially involving numbers.” His mouth hooked up on one side. “Want me to recite two hundred decimal digits of pi for you? Would that turn you on?”
“It might,” I said, and I was only half kidding. “God, you really do have thing about numbers, don’t you? But how did you remember my birthday?”
He shrugged. “I probably saw it written somewhere, although it’s an odd number and I don’t like those. You should have an even birthday.”
“What?”
