Extract of week ...
Oliver lifted his head and raked his gaze over the woman standing before him, a laundry basket clutched protectively to her torso. Dappled sun danced around her and a bashful smile pulled at her lips. It wasn’t a provocative image, but it sucker-punched the wind right out of him.
Sunny Jones was hot on the heels of her daughters in becoming important to him, and Oliver wasn’t sure what to think about the development.