emptiness behind. Dominic ran his palm over the smooth wood. Straining, he listened to the faint rustlings as she moved around the room.
A wry grin crept across his mouth and a low laugh escaped. âWell... damn .â
It was the first time a woman had ever shown him the door. And, for the first time, he wanted nothing more than to get back on the other side of it.
Chapter Three
It was too still. Too quiet.
âBoys?â Cissy called out.
She smoothed an arm out to her side, sighing with pleasure at the coolness of the sheet. Her fingers crept over the lumps and bumps of the bedding before bumping into the bulk of a pillow. She cracked her eyes open to find a deep impression in the down where a head had burrowed the night before.
Bolting upright, she found the other side of the bed empty, as well. A quick scan of the room revealed the same. The only sign of the boysâ presence from the night before were the creases and folds left in the linen.
Her heart pounded. âBoys?â
She dropped over the side of the bed, dipping her head and finding the floor empty. There were no giggles or whispers of mischief from hidden spaces. They werenât hiding.
They were gone.
Cissy scrambled out of the bed. She shot to the door and flung it open, stumbling to a stop in the hallway.
Over six feet of rock-solid muscle and a throaty purr met her at the door. âMorning.â
Dominic tipped his dark head in greeting, then resumed his relaxed stance against the opposing wall. The soft fabric of his T-shirt stretched across the bulge of his chest as he crossed his burly arms.
âWhere are the boys?â Could he hear the breathlessness in her voice? She hoped not.
Her stomach flipped over at his lopsided grin. Damn the man . It was downright sinful for a guy to look this good on a Sunday morning.
âRight there.â He nodded to his left.
Kayden stood at the end of the hall, feet planted wide apart, swinging a lasso over his head. Jayden stood motionless a few feet away, his face contorted with apprehension.
âYou ainât doing it right,â Jayden warned.
âAw, just be still,â Kayden said, twirling the lasso with more gusto.
âYou gave Kayden a rope?â Cissy shuddered at the images that popped into her mind.
Turning, she caught Dominicâs gaze transfixed to the top of her head. He rolled in his full bottom lip and stifled a smile.
âWhat?â Cissy glared, searching his face.
He held on to his silence, shaking his head. The smile he fought reemerged. Dimples broke out on both lean cheeks and his dark eyes crinkled at the corners.
Men . Sheâd given up trying to figure out their thought process a long time ago.
âLook.â She ground her teeth together. âI appreciate you giving us a room for the night but I donât want you taking the boys off without me or my permission.â
âWasnât a way around that this morning.â Dominic turned to study the boys. âThey ventured out before the crack of dawn. Needed something to do. And I didnât want to wake you.â
She followed his line of sight to the boys and winced as Kayden slung the rope with bad aim. It smacked against the side of Jaydenâs face and rebounded, knocking against a picture on the wall and clanging it to the floor.
âOuch!â Jayden rushed over and shoved his brother. âI told you you werenât doing it right.â
âBoys,â Cissy shouted, âstop that and get over here.â
They both jumped at her voice and spun, bounding down the hall toward her. Kayden halted a foot away and burst into laughter.
âAunt Cissy, you got a Mohawk,â he cackled.
She jerked her eyes upward. A few clumps of hair stood on end above her forehead, waving slightly with her movements. Oh, for goodnessâ sakes .Sheâd been in such a panic to find the boys she hadnât bothered to comb the ratsâ nest.
Face burning, she
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