saying, two beautiful people have a child, and they have a high chance of having an ugly child? It’s because the average regresses towards the mean.” She didn’t really know what it meant, but had heard it in some class once. “Ugly people had a better chance of having a cute kid.”
Carter laughed and reached over to take the food container off her lap. “That’s bullshit. You’re hot, athletic and smart.” He opened the truck door and dumped their leftovers into a nearby trash can.
She kissed him when he came back to the truck. He thought she was pretty, sporty. She wasn’t about to tell him she lagged in the smarts department. It didn’t matter. When she finally pulled away from his luscious lips, she ran her tongue over hers, enjoying their roughed up feel from his slight stubble.
He leaned back, obviously enjoying the rush his touch could give to Jani. “When do you start competing?”
“There’s a meet before Christmas break. It’s like an invitational. Nothing big, but a good way to test out where we are before the season starts in January. Then we’re basically every weekend till Conference. With a week or two break before Nationals.”
“We’ve already started our season. NCAAs are the third week of March.”
March seemed a long way off. “You guys have a long season.”
“Not really. Some track athletes compete all year. Cross-country, indoors and outdoors. That’s a forever season.”
“Running more than three laps around the track is too long,” Jani joked. “Our season is broken up by indoor nationals, outdoor nationals, even cross country runners get a chance at three national titles. You only get one.”
“Makes ours worth that much more.”
Jani rolled her eyes. She liked that he could handle bantering back and forth with her. It was fun. “Know what we need to do sometime?”
“What’s that?” Carter rested his arm on the back of the seat. His fingers traced lightly over the skin on Jani’s neck.
She resisted the urge to close her eyes. His touch had a unique power over her. She concentrated on what she had been trying to tell him. “Have a competition. Just you and me.”
He raised a single eyebrow and his fingers stopped moving against her skin. She’d caught his attention. “What kind of competition?”
“Like a mini Olympics. You vs. me.”
Carter laughed. “It can’t include high jump, you’ll kick my arse.”
Arse? That didn’t sound like an American word. She shook her head. “Then no swimming, either. I can barely doggie paddle.” Though she wouldn’t mind seeing him in his swimsuit. She tapped her fingernail against the door handle. “Do you golf?”
“Not really.”
“Neither do I.” She laughed, warming up to the idea. “You have a meet this weekend, right?”
“Friday and Saturday. It’s here.”
There was no way she would miss watching him compete. “What about Sunday? If the weather’s good, we could play nine holes.”
“What does the winner get?” His fingers found their way to her shoulder and over her collarbone.
She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. “Whatever they want?” She kissed his knuckles and then pretended to bite him. “And choose the next event.”
He pulled his arm back and then quickly came back to tickle her ribs. “I like this challenge. I’m game. We’re still golfing if it rains, by the way.”
“You can’t golf in the rain!”
“Why not? Your skin not waterproof?”
She wasn’t going to win this argument. “Fine. Rain or Shine. We golf.”
“Or snow. We golf.”
Crap. It had better not snow.
Chapter 6
Jani wished the digital clock by her bed was lying when she walked into her room. Two am. Really? Carter’s truck horn honked a quiet toot. She watched the truck’s headlights float past her window. How had time flown so fast?
She grinned and touched her swollen kissed lips. She knew how time had flown.
The laptop on her desk caught her attention. Guilt mixed in
Carter laughed and reached over to take the food container off her lap. “That’s bullshit. You’re hot, athletic and smart.” He opened the truck door and dumped their leftovers into a nearby trash can.
She kissed him when he came back to the truck. He thought she was pretty, sporty. She wasn’t about to tell him she lagged in the smarts department. It didn’t matter. When she finally pulled away from his luscious lips, she ran her tongue over hers, enjoying their roughed up feel from his slight stubble.
He leaned back, obviously enjoying the rush his touch could give to Jani. “When do you start competing?”
“There’s a meet before Christmas break. It’s like an invitational. Nothing big, but a good way to test out where we are before the season starts in January. Then we’re basically every weekend till Conference. With a week or two break before Nationals.”
“We’ve already started our season. NCAAs are the third week of March.”
March seemed a long way off. “You guys have a long season.”
“Not really. Some track athletes compete all year. Cross-country, indoors and outdoors. That’s a forever season.”
“Running more than three laps around the track is too long,” Jani joked. “Our season is broken up by indoor nationals, outdoor nationals, even cross country runners get a chance at three national titles. You only get one.”
“Makes ours worth that much more.”
Jani rolled her eyes. She liked that he could handle bantering back and forth with her. It was fun. “Know what we need to do sometime?”
“What’s that?” Carter rested his arm on the back of the seat. His fingers traced lightly over the skin on Jani’s neck.
She resisted the urge to close her eyes. His touch had a unique power over her. She concentrated on what she had been trying to tell him. “Have a competition. Just you and me.”
He raised a single eyebrow and his fingers stopped moving against her skin. She’d caught his attention. “What kind of competition?”
“Like a mini Olympics. You vs. me.”
Carter laughed. “It can’t include high jump, you’ll kick my arse.”
Arse? That didn’t sound like an American word. She shook her head. “Then no swimming, either. I can barely doggie paddle.” Though she wouldn’t mind seeing him in his swimsuit. She tapped her fingernail against the door handle. “Do you golf?”
“Not really.”
“Neither do I.” She laughed, warming up to the idea. “You have a meet this weekend, right?”
“Friday and Saturday. It’s here.”
There was no way she would miss watching him compete. “What about Sunday? If the weather’s good, we could play nine holes.”
“What does the winner get?” His fingers found their way to her shoulder and over her collarbone.
She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. “Whatever they want?” She kissed his knuckles and then pretended to bite him. “And choose the next event.”
He pulled his arm back and then quickly came back to tickle her ribs. “I like this challenge. I’m game. We’re still golfing if it rains, by the way.”
“You can’t golf in the rain!”
“Why not? Your skin not waterproof?”
She wasn’t going to win this argument. “Fine. Rain or Shine. We golf.”
“Or snow. We golf.”
Crap. It had better not snow.
Chapter 6
Jani wished the digital clock by her bed was lying when she walked into her room. Two am. Really? Carter’s truck horn honked a quiet toot. She watched the truck’s headlights float past her window. How had time flown so fast?
She grinned and touched her swollen kissed lips. She knew how time had flown.
The laptop on her desk caught her attention. Guilt mixed in
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