FATHER IN TRAINING (24 page)

"I would have thought it was obvious." She slipped her hand higher. He clenched his jaw and swallowed. "You feel great. Hot and hard." She realized what she'd said and flushed.

He grimaced. "I could show you hot and hard, but I won't. We're in a public park."

She'd forgotten. She glanced around. There was no one else there but a duck family and none of them looked very interested in what was going on. There wasn't any traffic on the road.

She pulled his shirt higher until she could see as well as touch. "There's no one here."

"That doesn't mean there might not be."

"I don't care."

That was the amazing part. She didn't care. With him, there was no controlling the passion. She wanted it all. She wanted to feel everything, do everything with him. She didn't care about convention or practicalities. Her body was on fire and she was learning to enjoy the heat of the flames.

"Then I have to care for both of us," he told her.

"I know you want this," she whispered.

"Of course I do, but not here. Not like this."

She reached up and nipped his chin. "Exactly like this. Wild." She kissed him from his lower lip down to the neck of his T-shirt. He tasted salty and sweet. She could dine on him.

"
Sandy
—"

"No," she said, cutting him off. "Stop thinking. If I think, I'll have to be responsible. I'll get all embarrassed and we'll have to stop. Don't you see? Don't let me think."

She continued to stare at him, willing him to understand. She'd spoken the truth. Her reaction to his touch was as foreign to her as riding the motorcycle had been. But she didn't question it. She loved how he made her feel. She loved being able to forget. For once in her life, she was being swept away.

He glanced over his shoulder as if to make sure they were still alone, then he lowered his mouth to hers. This time, his kiss was impassioned, as if he was determined to have her be consumed by desire. They clung to each other-hungry, inflamed. Then, as she prepared to give herself up to him, he straightened.

"We can't do this here," he said regretfully.

"But, I—"

He placed his index finger on her mouth. "You know we can't. Not only are we in a public place, but I'm not convinced it's what you want."

She stared at him uncomprehendingly. "Do I look like I'm not interested in this?"

"Let's just say I want to wait until we can make love slowly. I don't want you getting lost in the moment. I don't want you having regrets." His expression was determined.

"I can't believe you're stopping this now," she grumbled.

He stood up and winced. "Parts of me can't believe it, either."

As she rose to her feet, she pressed on the picnic table. "It would have worked fine."

"What about the audience?" he asked.

She looked at the ducks. "They aren't impressed."

"They weren't the audience I meant," he said, pointing to the road. At that moment, a car drove by.

She thought about the state they'd been in a moment before. What had happened to her? She didn't usually lose control like that. Was it him, the passion, or was it her? She wasn't sure she wanted to know.

Kyle walked to the bike. "We'd better head back."

She stepped closer,
then
paused. "Are you mad at me?"

He touched her face. His eyes were serious, the flames of passion banked, but not extinguished. "No. Never." He handed her a helmet.

A minute later, they were speeding back toward the house.
Sandy
clung to him, savoring the feel of his body pressed so close to hers. The sensations Kyle aroused in her intrigued and frightened her. She didn't know what they meant, or if they had to mean anything. She refused to consider the idea that they were more than a sexual response, though. They couldn't be an indication of deeper feelings. Not for him. She was determined to avoid making the same mistake twice. When she got involved with a man, he was going to be different from Thomas—not a charming womanizer, which would be even worse.

He turned into the driveway and stopped in front of her house.
Sandy
sat on the bike for a minute, not wanting to get off and have the adventure end. "I had a good time," she said as she unfastened the helmet.

"So your first lesson in having fun was a success?"

She stepped off the bike and smiled. "It was near-perfect." Her gaze settled on his mouth. "I can't wait for the next one."

"
Sandy
," he growled.

"Don't worry. You're safe from me." She glanced at her watch. "My kids will be home any second."

He grabbed her hand and squeezed. "I'll see you soon."

She leaned forward to kiss him. In the back of her mind, she registered the front door opening. She tried to pull back but it was too late to stop her forward momentum. As her lips touched his, she heard, "Mom?"

Lindsay!
Sandy
straightened and turned toward her daughter. Lindsay stared down at the two of them. The girl's face paled. "Mom?" she repeated, louder this time. "You said you were going to be at the grocery store, but you were with Kyle, weren't you?" Her voice rose to a shriek. "I hate you. I'll hate you forever." She turned and ran back inside; the front door slammed shut behind her.

Chapter 12

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"
L
indsay,"
Sandy
called. She threw down her helmet and raced after her daughter.

"Wait," Kyle yelled. He secured the kickstand and jerked off his helmet, then took off after her. He caught her on the stairs. "I want to talk to her, too," he said.

"This isn't your problem."

"I'm the one she has a crush on."

"I'm her mother."

They paused by the front door. Kyle waited. He didn't want to walk away from this. Lindsay was important to him. He knew how she was feeling; he'd been there himself. "I'm not leaving," he said.

Sandy
sighed. "Suit yourself, but I'm warning you, it could get ugly. Lindsay has never been shy about saying what she's thinking."

She opened the front door and started across the foyer. Nichole saw them from the family room and got up. "Mommy, I had the best time at camp today. I want to go back tomorrow and the next day." Her green eyes sparkled with excitement. "I even made you something." She glanced past her mother toward him. "Hi, Kyle."

"Hey, kitten."

She dimpled.

Sandy
looked at her daughter. "Honey, Lindsay's really upset and we have to go talk to her right now. But as soon as we're done, I want you to tell me everything about your day, okay?"

"Sure." Nichole plopped down on the sofa. "I'll wait."

Kyle was surprised. He'd expected her to get upset at being ignored. "You've got some great kids," he said as they started up the stairs.

"They all know I'll keep my promise to listen. They don't like waiting, but they're old enough to stop making a fuss about it." She winced. As they neared the second-floor landing, they could hear Lindsay's harsh sobs.

Kyle swore. "The kid sounds like her heart is breaking."

"It is."

He grimaced. It wasn't fair. Growing up was tough on everyone. He had a fleeting thought that this wasn't his problem, that he could bolt and no one would blame him. Instead, he forced himself to keep climbing the stairs. Lindsay needed
him,
and whether she knew it or not, so did
Sandy
.

Lindsay's door was closed.
Sandy
knocked.

"Lindsay, Kyle and I want to come in."

"No! Go away." Her voice was thick with tears. Kyle felt a sharp pain in his gut. The kid was really suffering.

Sandy
opened the door and stepped inside. Lindsay lay on her bed, curled up and facing the window. Her long brown hair streamed over the pillow.

"Lindsay, we never meant to hurt you,"
Sandy
said.

The preteen didn't move.

Sandy
looked at Kyle helplessly. He held up his hands, indicating he didn't know what to say, either. This was way out of his league.

Sandy
moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed. Before she could touch her daughter, Lindsay rolled toward her. "No," she said loudly. "Don't sit down, don't say anything. I don't want to hear it." He face was flushed, her eyes red from crying.

Sandy
stood up slowly. "Lindsay."

"No. I saw you, Mom. How could you? It was disgusting." Her mouth twisted. Her gaze shifted to Kyle. "You don't really like her, do you? You don't think she's pretty. She's old and never does anything but yell at us to do our chores and be responsible. You're not like that. You're fun, Kyle. You don't like her. You can't."

Tears flowed from her eyes. Her voice caught. "I'll never forgive you. Never."

Kyle moved closer to the bed. Lindsay stared at him for a moment. The raw pain in her gaze made him flinch. "Lindsay, you've got to understand."

"No, I don't," she said, turning her back on him. "I hate you, too. Go away."

"I can't." He sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hands on her shoulders. She jerked away. He tried again and this time she let him touch her. After a few minutes, he drew her close, turning her so she was pressed against him, her head leaning against his chest.

She continued to cry. He could feel the moisture of her tears as they dampened his T-shirt, and the sobs shaking her slight body.
Sandy
stood beside the bed with her hands balled into fists. She was hurting, too. He didn't know how to comfort them both.

"I know how you feel," he said to Lindsay.

"No, you don't."

"Yeah, I do. I had a crush on someone once." He stared at the top of her head,
then
rested his hand on her hair. "I was fourteen. She never knew I was alive."

Lindsay sniffed and looked up at him. "Really?"

He nodded. "She was an older woman and dating one of my brothers."

"What happened?"

He cupped her chin and brushed the tears from her face. "I tried to tell her how I felt, but she didn't listen. She was polite and friendly, but she wasn't interested in me. Basically, she shut me down big time."

Brown eyes widened with curiosity. "Did it hurt?"

"Like someone had reached inside and ripped my heart out. It hurt
bad
."

Lindsay nodded and stared at the bedspread. "I know," she whispered. "What happened after that?"

He shrugged. "She left for college and I eventually got over it." He smoothed her hair away from her face. "You will, too. Because you don't really want me for a boyfriend, Lindsay. For one thing, I'm way too old. For another…" He paused.

Sandy
had stood silently beside the bed listening as he talked. He didn't want to look at her and find out what she was thinking. After all, she was the one he'd had that crush on sixteen years ago. He figured he could easily go another sixteen years without her finding out the truth. He wondered what she would say if she knew. He wondered how mad she was going to be with what he was about to tell her daughter.

"What?" Lindsay asked.

"You want me to help fill the hole your dad's death has left in your life." When she would have turned away, he held her close. "Listen to me, Lindsay. If you think about it, you'll know I'm right. You were always doing things with him. You and he had a very special relationship. It's only natural that you would miss that. Then you met me. I remind you a little of your dad. I'm fun to be
with,
I don't take things as seriously as your mom. But you felt guilty and disloyal. You think the only person who can be a father figure in your life is your father. You didn't know what to think, so it was easier to pretend you had a crush on me."