they?
Waterskiing would take his mind off that.
* * * * *
But when Kyla showed up on the dock in a tiny little black bikini, waterskiing did not distract him from thinking about sex. And Kyla. And sex with Kyla. Holy hell. His gaze tracked down her body, from the round curves revealed in the V of the little halter top, to a bikini bottom that was so small he couldn’t help but wonder about what was beneath it and the wax job she must have recently had, ’cause, whoa.
He swallowed, grateful for the sunglasses that shielded his eyes and the baggy board shorts he wore as he turned to the wheel of the boat.
She covered up with a life jacket when it was her turn to ski.
“You still remember how?” Scott asked her, throwing the tow rope out. She grabbed it.
“I hope so! It’s been awhile.”
She struggled a little to get up on the skis, finding her balance, but once she got going, she was fine. Tag was driving so he could only glance at her over his shoulder, leaving the others to spot her if she went down. She skied sedately in a straight line behind the boat for a while, then released the rope and sank into the water. They turned around and went back to get her.
When it was his turn, he couldn’t resist showing off a little, skiing on one slalom ski, back and forth across the wake of the boat, turning backwards, spinning. He grinned, enjoying the speed, the use of his muscles, the adrenaline rush of it.
Then Kyla rode with Emily on the big inner tube, Emily’s screams of excitement audible over the motor of the boat, Jessica watching anxiously, Scott laughing.
After an afternoon out on the lake, they all retreated to their cottages to shower and change and eat and then reconvened in the Heller dining room around a big oak table to play Trivial Pursuit.
Since there were so many of them, they formed teams of two, with one team of three, and Remi and Kyla ended up on a team. Jase folded his arms across his chest and regarded them glumly. “A teacher and a lawyer on the same team,” he said. “How is that fair? We don’t have a hope.”
Tag gave him an elbow in the ribs. “Give yourself a little credit. We’re not stupid.”
Tag watched Remi share a glance with Kyla, then look back at Jase. “No, you’re not,” Remi said and Tag had the feeling she’d told Jase that before. Jase had always had that idea ever since that witch of a middle school teacher had told him that. Yeah, he’d struggled in school with his ADHD, but it didn’t mean he was stupid.
The game began and soon turned into a cutthroat competition between Remi and Kyla and Jase and Tag.
“Science,” Tag said when Remi and Kyla’s piece landed on a green square. “What is the largest mammal that ever lived?”
Kyla grinned. “The blue whale.”
“Damn.”
Remi pumped a fist as she collected a little wedge and put it in their circle.
“Roll again.”
Kyla rolled the dice and moved.
“Entertainment.” Remi glanced at Kyla.
“What is Radar O’Reilly’s favorite drink?”
The two women stared at each other. “I have no idea,” Remi whispered.
The two older couples snorted, earning a look from Kyla. “You know, I suppose?” she said to her parents.
“Of course. Don’t you know who Radar O’Reilly is?”
“I know who he is,” Kyla said loftily. “I just don’t know what his favorite drink is.”
“Beer,” guessed Remi.
“Wrong!” Jace held up the card. “Grape Nehi.”
“Whatever that is,” Kyla muttered and everyone laughed.
“Sports!” Tag called triumphantly, landing on an orange square.
“How do you always land on sports?” Kyla complained. “Okay. Who played for the New York Rangers, the Brooklyn Dodgers and the New York Knicks in a single season?”
Tag stared at her, turned to look at Jase and got a blank look in return. “Rangers? Dodgers? Knicks? That’s impossible. There’s no one who’s played for all those teams.”
Kyla tapped her finger on her bottom lip in a very
Waterskiing would take his mind off that.
* * * * *
But when Kyla showed up on the dock in a tiny little black bikini, waterskiing did not distract him from thinking about sex. And Kyla. And sex with Kyla. Holy hell. His gaze tracked down her body, from the round curves revealed in the V of the little halter top, to a bikini bottom that was so small he couldn’t help but wonder about what was beneath it and the wax job she must have recently had, ’cause, whoa.
He swallowed, grateful for the sunglasses that shielded his eyes and the baggy board shorts he wore as he turned to the wheel of the boat.
She covered up with a life jacket when it was her turn to ski.
“You still remember how?” Scott asked her, throwing the tow rope out. She grabbed it.
“I hope so! It’s been awhile.”
She struggled a little to get up on the skis, finding her balance, but once she got going, she was fine. Tag was driving so he could only glance at her over his shoulder, leaving the others to spot her if she went down. She skied sedately in a straight line behind the boat for a while, then released the rope and sank into the water. They turned around and went back to get her.
When it was his turn, he couldn’t resist showing off a little, skiing on one slalom ski, back and forth across the wake of the boat, turning backwards, spinning. He grinned, enjoying the speed, the use of his muscles, the adrenaline rush of it.
Then Kyla rode with Emily on the big inner tube, Emily’s screams of excitement audible over the motor of the boat, Jessica watching anxiously, Scott laughing.
After an afternoon out on the lake, they all retreated to their cottages to shower and change and eat and then reconvened in the Heller dining room around a big oak table to play Trivial Pursuit.
Since there were so many of them, they formed teams of two, with one team of three, and Remi and Kyla ended up on a team. Jase folded his arms across his chest and regarded them glumly. “A teacher and a lawyer on the same team,” he said. “How is that fair? We don’t have a hope.”
Tag gave him an elbow in the ribs. “Give yourself a little credit. We’re not stupid.”
Tag watched Remi share a glance with Kyla, then look back at Jase. “No, you’re not,” Remi said and Tag had the feeling she’d told Jase that before. Jase had always had that idea ever since that witch of a middle school teacher had told him that. Yeah, he’d struggled in school with his ADHD, but it didn’t mean he was stupid.
The game began and soon turned into a cutthroat competition between Remi and Kyla and Jase and Tag.
“Science,” Tag said when Remi and Kyla’s piece landed on a green square. “What is the largest mammal that ever lived?”
Kyla grinned. “The blue whale.”
“Damn.”
Remi pumped a fist as she collected a little wedge and put it in their circle.
“Roll again.”
Kyla rolled the dice and moved.
“Entertainment.” Remi glanced at Kyla.
“What is Radar O’Reilly’s favorite drink?”
The two women stared at each other. “I have no idea,” Remi whispered.
The two older couples snorted, earning a look from Kyla. “You know, I suppose?” she said to her parents.
“Of course. Don’t you know who Radar O’Reilly is?”
“I know who he is,” Kyla said loftily. “I just don’t know what his favorite drink is.”
“Beer,” guessed Remi.
“Wrong!” Jace held up the card. “Grape Nehi.”
“Whatever that is,” Kyla muttered and everyone laughed.
“Sports!” Tag called triumphantly, landing on an orange square.
“How do you always land on sports?” Kyla complained. “Okay. Who played for the New York Rangers, the Brooklyn Dodgers and the New York Knicks in a single season?”
Tag stared at her, turned to look at Jase and got a blank look in return. “Rangers? Dodgers? Knicks? That’s impossible. There’s no one who’s played for all those teams.”
Kyla tapped her finger on her bottom lip in a very
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