Kelly Jamieson - Faceoff

She eyed him and her stomach relaxed, the knot replaced by a slow roll of lust. No. Tag didn’t mean anything like that . Old times meant when they’d been kids, just hanging out, running wild, swimming, waterskiing, catching frogs and building sand castles. Stargazing and sitting around bonfires roasting marshmallows.

Which all sounded wonderful too, scary wonderful, like that was a world she could never have again. She’d been so caught up in work, those times seemed like a dream, familiar and yet so unfamiliar to her lately that it was kind of scary. And that sex dream still haunted the edges of her mind and made her ache down low inside and Tag was still so very sexy and appealing. She nibbled her bottom lip.

“Yeah,” she finally remembered to reply. “That sounds good.”

Sitting with the girls on the sidelines had never been Kyla’s favorite thing to do.

But there she was the next morning, with all the girls―Remi, Jessica, holding baby Caleb, and Emily― watching six men play beach volleyball.

And it wasn’t so bad. Two of the guys were her brothers and she ignored them, but the four Heller boys were oh-my-god gorgeous in board shorts and no shirts. They earned their living with their bodies. Well, the three older ones did; Matt was still in college, but he’d just been drafted and he’d soon be playing in the NHL too. So those bodies had to be in the peak of physical condition, and oh yeah, were they ever. Muscles rippled beneath skin that gleamed with perspiration in the sun. She watched Tag fearlessly dive for the ball, landing in the sand and rolling. With a shout of triumph, Matt spiked the ball over the net and it hit the sand before Scott could get to it.

“Damn,” Jessica said.

Which team was Kyla cheering for? Her two brothers and Jase played against Tag, Logan and Matt. She should probably cheer for her brothers, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Tag, and couldn’t help but feel happy every time they scored a point.

She’d had more sex dreams about him last night.

That annoyed her, because she was still all tingly and achy and hyperaware of him. What was going on? This was crazy. It was like the last twelve years had disappeared and she was a lustful teenager for him all over again.

“I need more iced tea,” she said. “Anybody else?”

“Can I come wiff you?” Emily asked, jumping to her feet.

“You sure can, sweetie pie. You can help me carry the drinks back. I bet those guys are thirsty too.”

She and Emily trudged hand in hand through powder-soft sand back toward the cottage. Crystal Beach on the south shore of Lake Winnipeg had the finest, whitest sand, fine enough to be annoying when it got in everything, but there was no denying the beauty of the wide sandy beach.

“Daddy says I’m gonna wearn to wawer ski this afternoon,” Emily said.

Kyla glanced down at her, startled. “Waterski? You?”

“Yes.”

She blinked. “I think your daddy drank too much beer last night. Maybe he’ll pull you on the tube though. That would be fun. We could ride together.”

Mom sat on the deck reading a book. “We came for drinks,” Kyla told her.

“You should fill up that big Thermos jug,” Mom said, setting aside her book. “And take some plastic cups.”

“Good idea.”

A short while later, Kyla carried the jug full of iced tea and Emily carefully held a stack of plastic cups as they returned to the beach where the game was just ending. Tag swiped a beach towel across his face.

“Good game,” he said to the others.

“Who won?” Kyla asked, pouring drinks.

“We did, of course,” Tag said with a grin. “Man, I’m sweaty. I’m gonna go in the water.” He guzzled back an entire glass of tea, nestled his cup in the sand and then headed to the lake.

“Good idea,” Logan said, following him.

Kyla watched Tag wade in. The lake was shallow here and you could walk out a long ways before it got deep, so she watched him, taking in his wide shoulders, the defined muscles in his back and his strong arms.

“It’s going up to thirty-one degrees today,” Jessica said.

“What’s that?” Remi asked. “I’m only used to Fahrenheit.”

“Hmm.” Kyla thought. “I’m not sure. It’s hot.”

Remi laughed.

“That’d be high eighties,” Jessica said, standing with the baby. “I’m going back to the cottage to change this little dude. Come on, Emily.”

“It’s hot already,” Remi said. “A swim sounds like a great idea.”

“Apparently we’re going waterskiing later,” Kyla said. “Do you ski?”

“No.” Remi grimaced. “Jase said he’d teach me how, but I’m not so sure I want to try.”

“I haven’t skied for a few years,” Kyla said. “But it’s fun.”

Silence fell between the two women as they watched the guys cavorting in the water, too far away to hear what they were saying, although a burst of laughter reached their ears. Kyla looked at the petite blonde. “So. How did you and Jase meet?”

Remi turned toward her with a smile. “We met in a bar one night. I asked him to talk to me to keep my friend Delise from trying to fix me up with some random guy. Then Jase’s ex showed up and he wanted me to talk to him to keep her away.” A shadow passed over Remi’s eyes.

Kyla shifted in the sand. “I…uh…heard that Jase’s ex-girlfriend is pregnant.”

“Yeah.” The corners of Remi’s mouth turned down briefly, then she smiled and met Kyla’s eyes. Kyla dropped her gaze to the sand. She wasn’t good at girl talk. Girls wanted to talk about things like clothes and shoes and men. Kyla would rather talk to men than about them. “It happened before we met. Like, just before. It’s weird. But it is what it is.”

“I guess so.” The whole scenario raised a bunch of questions, but it didn’t seem like a fun topic of conversation.

“Anyway, that was how we met, but we also ended up working together. Jase volunteers with a reading program and this past year he was at my school, working with my class.”

“You’re a teacher?”

“Yes.”

Kyla grinned. “No shit.”

Remi’s eyebrows lifted, but she smiled. “You grew up with Jase. I guess you know what he thinks of teachers.”

“Yeah. He had a rough time in school. It’s kinda funny actually.” She glanced back out toward the guys. “I’m going to give him a hard time about that.”

“Oh…” Remi stepped toward Kyla. “I don’t…”

Kyla looked back at the other woman. “Oh don’t worry. That’s what we do. He’s like a brother. He knows I love him. I mean… I don’t love him. I…he’s like a brother. You know. We’re supposed to give each other a hard time.” She paused. For an articulate attorney who had a reputation for presenting compelling arguments in court, she sounded like an idiot. She sighed. “He gave me enough grief in our younger days, believe me, I owe him.”

Remi still gazed back at her with a worried expression. Damn. Remi was trying to protect him. Jase, the big guy, the fighter, the guy who’d protect anyone on his team, and that included the family team. Kyla’d seen it. She sighed. “Sorry, Remi. I guess you have to understand our families.”

Remi’s mouth tightened and her eyes narrowed a little. “Yeah. I’m just an outsider.” She lifted her chin. “But if you hurt Jase…” She paused as if she wasn’t sure what kind of threat to use. Kyla felt her lips twitch. The little pipsqueak wasn’t exactly scary. Kyla almost laughed, but inside she also felt a pang of…what was that? Envy? That Jase had someone looking out for him like that? Jase, the last person in the world who needed protecting.