grinned and gave her a brief hug. “What time should I
come pick you up?”
“As
early as possible.”
That
broadened his grin. “Jamison and I have to practice with his brother for the
three-on-three tournament on Monday, but I could come about five.”
Oh,
fabulous. The tournament was a tradition every year and her brothers and their
obnoxious friend, Shawn, always won. She remembered them playing against
Jamison’s little brother, but Jamison must’ve been in that Gossner Classic
tournament that Ty had said they used to play in. Luke and Porter wouldn’t
stand a chance against Ty and Jamison. Her brothers were about to become even
more irritable.
“I’ll
see you tomorrow,” she said.
He
gave her a tender kiss before opening the door for her.
Kazlyn
hated to have him go, but it was probably for the best tonight. She slipped
inside the door and changed into some yoga pants before cuddling up with a
blanket in front of the Christmas tree to wait for her brothers. She didn’t
have to wait long. Porter’s loud truck roared up the driveway a few minutes
later. Kazlyn was grateful her mom was at the church. Every Friday night some
of the women gathered to make quilts for different humanitarian projects.
They
slammed into the house. “You meet some joker after the sing-a-long and think
you can just start making out with him?” Luke demanded.
“First
of all, stop acting like a couple of jerks and never try to hit one of my
friends again. I know you’re better men than that.”
Porter
ducked his head, but Luke’s blue eyes seared into hers. She almost felt like a
little girl again in trouble with her daddy. Sometimes, she hated how much Luke
looked like him.
“Friend,”
Luke snorted. “Some friend.”
“You’re
such a bigoted jerk!”
“Skin
color has nothing to do with this, and I am going to watch out for you no
matter what names you call me,” Luke said.
“Ty is my friend. I met him at Utah State a few weeks ago. He’s here with
Jamison and not a stranger. In fact, he protected me from some guy who attacked
me Tuesday night.”
They
exploded at that. Kazlyn had to reassure them and give them explicit details about
the attack. Then, she had to promise to start carrying her bear spray with her
at all times. Pepper spray just wasn’t good enough for these two.
“Now,
can you both calm down and trust that I’m not just going to go after some guy I
don’t know. Ty is an amazing person. Can you give him a chance?”
Porter’s
green eyes had softened a bit. “We’ll try.”
Luke
glared at him. “Speak for yourself. You can count on me getting to know him, and
he’d better watch his back if he thinks he’s going to be macking with my little
sister.”
“There
has been no macking!” Kazlyn blushed, remembering Ty’s kiss. But that wasn’t
macking—it was innocent and wonderful. “And I am old enough to decide who
and when I mack.”
“You’re
still my little sister. I’ll be watching him.” Luke stalked off, smacking into
the mistletoe hanging in the doorway. He shoved it aside.
Kazlyn
laughed.
Luke
turned back for one more glare before striding away.
Porter
chuckled with her and slung his arm around her shoulder. “If he’s as great a
guy as you say, Luke will soften up. Maybe you should invite Ty over, so we can
get to know him. Does he play ball?”
Kazlyn
giggled. “A bit.”
“Great.
Nothing better than roughing a guy up on the court to get to know him.”
Kazlyn’s
smile broadened. Introducing Ty to her brothers could be a lot more fun than
she originally thought.
Chapter Ten
Ty knocked on
her door right at five the next night. Kazlyn waited in the front entry, so she
could beat her brothers to the door. She swung it open to a whiff of Ty’s clean
scent and cold air and couldn’t resist hugging him. She backed up and gestured
him into the house.
“Come
in.” She didn’t really want him to face her brothers again, but if she wanted
this relationship to
come pick you up?”
“As
early as possible.”
That
broadened his grin. “Jamison and I have to practice with his brother for the
three-on-three tournament on Monday, but I could come about five.”
Oh,
fabulous. The tournament was a tradition every year and her brothers and their
obnoxious friend, Shawn, always won. She remembered them playing against
Jamison’s little brother, but Jamison must’ve been in that Gossner Classic
tournament that Ty had said they used to play in. Luke and Porter wouldn’t
stand a chance against Ty and Jamison. Her brothers were about to become even
more irritable.
“I’ll
see you tomorrow,” she said.
He
gave her a tender kiss before opening the door for her.
Kazlyn
hated to have him go, but it was probably for the best tonight. She slipped
inside the door and changed into some yoga pants before cuddling up with a
blanket in front of the Christmas tree to wait for her brothers. She didn’t
have to wait long. Porter’s loud truck roared up the driveway a few minutes
later. Kazlyn was grateful her mom was at the church. Every Friday night some
of the women gathered to make quilts for different humanitarian projects.
They
slammed into the house. “You meet some joker after the sing-a-long and think
you can just start making out with him?” Luke demanded.
“First
of all, stop acting like a couple of jerks and never try to hit one of my
friends again. I know you’re better men than that.”
Porter
ducked his head, but Luke’s blue eyes seared into hers. She almost felt like a
little girl again in trouble with her daddy. Sometimes, she hated how much Luke
looked like him.
“Friend,”
Luke snorted. “Some friend.”
“You’re
such a bigoted jerk!”
“Skin
color has nothing to do with this, and I am going to watch out for you no
matter what names you call me,” Luke said.
“Ty is my friend. I met him at Utah State a few weeks ago. He’s here with
Jamison and not a stranger. In fact, he protected me from some guy who attacked
me Tuesday night.”
They
exploded at that. Kazlyn had to reassure them and give them explicit details about
the attack. Then, she had to promise to start carrying her bear spray with her
at all times. Pepper spray just wasn’t good enough for these two.
“Now,
can you both calm down and trust that I’m not just going to go after some guy I
don’t know. Ty is an amazing person. Can you give him a chance?”
Porter’s
green eyes had softened a bit. “We’ll try.”
Luke
glared at him. “Speak for yourself. You can count on me getting to know him, and
he’d better watch his back if he thinks he’s going to be macking with my little
sister.”
“There
has been no macking!” Kazlyn blushed, remembering Ty’s kiss. But that wasn’t
macking—it was innocent and wonderful. “And I am old enough to decide who
and when I mack.”
“You’re
still my little sister. I’ll be watching him.” Luke stalked off, smacking into
the mistletoe hanging in the doorway. He shoved it aside.
Kazlyn
laughed.
Luke
turned back for one more glare before striding away.
Porter
chuckled with her and slung his arm around her shoulder. “If he’s as great a
guy as you say, Luke will soften up. Maybe you should invite Ty over, so we can
get to know him. Does he play ball?”
Kazlyn
giggled. “A bit.”
“Great.
Nothing better than roughing a guy up on the court to get to know him.”
Kazlyn’s
smile broadened. Introducing Ty to her brothers could be a lot more fun than
she originally thought.
Chapter Ten
Ty knocked on
her door right at five the next night. Kazlyn waited in the front entry, so she
could beat her brothers to the door. She swung it open to a whiff of Ty’s clean
scent and cold air and couldn’t resist hugging him. She backed up and gestured
him into the house.
“Come
in.” She didn’t really want him to face her brothers again, but if she wanted
this relationship to
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