as he tucked his body and somersaulted to his feet, the lariat successfully tightened around his waist.
He offered his hand and gestured toward the platform stairs with another cheeky grin.
“Ready for lunch?”
Rachel couldn’t find her voice, so she merely nodded as the crowd applauded them both.
Great. Her first thought of Seth being half man, half monkey was apparently not that far off the mark.
He might be well able to come to her rescue where repairing the playhouse was concerned, but she had major doubts about how easy he would be to work with. He seemed like a nice enough man, but he didn’t appear to take anything too seriously.
Would he go off swinging through the trees when he was supposed to be building playground equipment?
She glanced over to Zooey and Lizzie, expecting to see smug looks on their faces, but they’d already lost interest in her and now stood with their heads together, no doubt debating the pros and cons of the next bachelor on the docket. Lizzie hadn’t put in her bid yet—and she was looking for a bachelor, someone she could eventually call her sweetheart.
Rachel considered rejoining them and then discarded the idea. Her impish daughter and equally mischievous best friend were bound to embarrass her—and worse, Seth—and she’d just as soon wait as long as possible before that eventuality.
Besides, Seth was probably hungry from all that backflipping and handstanding he’d done. At least if she had Seth to herself, she would be able to find out when and how she could avail him of his talents—those of the non-branch-swinging variety.
She led him across the community green to where she’d left her picnic basket under the cool shade of an old oak tree. She’d had the toddlers in her day care decorate the basket as part of arts-and-crafts time. It was now threaded with multicolored ribbons and randomly dotted with finger paint. Rachel was proud of the creation, and especially of her kids.
“Your basket looks awesome,” Seth complimented.
She turned and met his gaze, half expecting to find mockery in his eyes, but he was totally earnest, insofar as she could tell. His smile looked sincere.
“Thank you. My day-care kids made it for me.”
“I can tell it was created with love,” he said, sinking down onto the checked wool blanket she’d spread on the ground before him.
She smiled, pleased by his thoughtfulness. He was clearly a nice guy. Maybe this experience wouldn’t be a total disaster after all. She smiled appreciatively and laid out the classic country picnic fare of fried chicken, macaroni salad and baked beans, with chocolate cupcakes for dessert.
Seth opened the water she offered him and downed the entire bottle without taking a breath. Wordlessly, she handed him a second bottle.
“Thirsty much?” she asked when he took another long drink.
He grinned. “Just rehydrating. Wait until you see my appetite.”
She gestured to the food. “It’s all yours.”
Although technically, it wasn’t. She couldn’t forget that Zooey would be around before long with her own healthy appetite. Rachel had packed some of Zooey’s favorites.
In preparation, Rachel fixed her daughter a plate and set it aside, then filled a plate for herself.
“Eating for two?” he teased.
For the briefest moment Seth’s words took on an ugly context, one she’d long ago fought and overcome. She wasn’t reed thin like Lizzie and even Zooey, and she accepted now that she never would be.
As a child, she’d been bullied. Worse than that, even, when she’d become a teenager.
But the glimmer in Seth’s eyes wasn’t cruel. He was joshing her about the two plates she’d fixed. She wasn’t going to make it a sore point just because at one time in her life she’d had low self-esteem because of her weight.
She laughed and casually leaned back on her palms, crossing her feet at the ankles.
“This extra one is for my daughter, Zooey. She’s still following the auction, helping my best friend, Lizzie, pick out the perfect handsome bachelor for a date, but I imagine she’ll be around as soon as she gets hungry.”
“Was that your daughter I saw bidding on your behalf?”
Rachel nodded and shifted her gaze away from him, suddenly uncomfortable and embarrassed that he’d noticed that she hadn’t been doing her own bidding. She also worried that he might have misconstrued her words.
If Lizzie was looking for a handsome bachelor to date, it stood to reason that Rachel had been looking for the same exact thing. And that Seth might think that bachelor was him.
Oh dear.
“Yes, that’s Zooey,” she cut in quickly, before he had too much time to think about what she’d said previously. “She’s sixteen. To be perfectly honest with you, she had an entirely different idea than me on what I was looking for. She took over my bidding completely without my consent.” Suddenly realizing how insulting that might sound, she scrambled to backpedal. “I didn’t—That is—I wouldn’t—”
When she stammered to a halt and heat rushed to her face, he finished her sentence for her.
“You wouldn’t have chosen to bid on me.”
* * *
No big deal, he told himself, but knowing that Rachel hadn’t really wanted to win him still pricked at his pride.
Rachel met his gaze, her deep brown eyes thoughtful and expressive.
“No. To be honest, I probably wouldn’t have. That is, originally, I would have considered you, especially regarding the particular tasks I have in mind for you to do for me.” She took a great gulp of air. “But then Lizzie and my daughter got it in their minds to—”
She stammered to a halt. Inhaled another ragged breath. Exhaled on a deep sigh. Seth wanted to say something to make her feel better, but he honestly had no clue what he could offer. Frankly, it was strange to him to see her this flustered. He knew her only in passing, but she’d always given off this air of calm competence that he admired, seeming sure of herself in every situation.
Well, apparently not this one.
“I’m afraid all I will be able to offer you is some general fix-it work on the play yard of my in-home day care,” she said at last.
He took a sip of cold water and gestured with his hand. “As opposed to...?”
Her cheeks, which were already flushed a pretty pink, now turned bright red, and she broke her gaze away from his.
“Okay,” she muttered under her breath. “I’m just going to say it.”
She paused dramatically. “As opposed to a date. I feel like I cheated you out of something special. You know, something more, er, romantic. You would have been better off with one of the beautiful younger ladies who were bidding on you for your—” her voice tightened and she squinted as she choked out the last part of her sentence “—good looks.”
He sat up straighter as his wilted ego reinflated faster than a balloon on a helium pump.
“No worries on that front,” he assured her with a grin. “I’m glad you won the bid on me. Relieved, even. You just saved me from what could have been an awkward situation. I assure you I’m not looking for a girlfriend, not even a casual one. That wouldn’t be fair to her. I’m only home for a few weeks before I’m heading off to college.”
“That’s exciting. I never made it to college. Have you picked a school yet?”
“Texas State University. I’m a little nervous about it,” he admitted. “I’ve never been a great student, and it’s not like I’m right out of