Chapter Eleven

Dylan

Tyson took the seat next to Elena and happily dug into his grilled cheese sandwich. The boy ate like he was starving, and given the way he’d been swimming, Dylan wasn’t surprised. The boy gave him a grin and a wave before concentrating on his meal.

“You did great with him,” Bonnie said as the two of them headed toward the kitchen to get their own dinner. Her sweatpants had the distinct wet outline of her swimsuit on her ass and chest. He was having a hard time not staring at those beautiful wet spots.

She had made sure Tyson had changed into dry pajamas before coming to dinner, but neither Dylan nor Bonnie had changed out of their wet swimsuits yet. They wanted to get Tyson to dinner first. Dylan was trying not to enjoy the fact that it made Bonnie’s assets very apparent in spite of her concealing sweats.

“Thanks,” he replied, navigating around a table full of kids. “You’re the one who did most of the work. I’m impressed.”

She chuckled. “A lot of these kids have come from tough