SPIKED (A Sports Romance) (20 page)

“Because I own it.”

“Bullshit.”

To this he laughed, shaking his head. “I think I may need a drink for this. Stay put. We have some catching up to do.” He gave me one last look before he sauntered off, and for a moment the smile in his eyes seemed to die and was replaced by something far more intense and hungry.

Then the smile was back and that hungry look was gone, and I knew it had probably all been in my imagination.

I watched him retreat, blinking away the after-effect of his nearness.

“Ho-Ly-Shit,” Annie said, the second he was out of earshot. “How is it possible that he got hotter?”

I gritted my teeth. I didn’t give a shit about how great his ass looked in those pants. He didn’t deserve to look so good in his clothes. “Never mind that, how is it possible that he’s back in town and I didn’t know it?”

Annie slurped from her straw, but the drink was empty, gurgling between the ice cubes. “Do you think your brother knew he was coming?”

I shrugged, sinking in my seat. “I’m not sure, actually. Matt’s been kind of distant lately. He’s got this big project at work so he’s been missing family dinners.” I dug into my purse. “I’ll text him.”

I unlocked my phone, fury building in my veins. Tonight had been fun, until now. Until
he
strolled up behind me and blew it all to hell.

Why didn’t you tell me Landon was back in town?

It took only seconds for his reply to appear.

Why do you care?

I frowned and shoved my phone back into my purse. So Matt knew his high school best friend was back. So nice of him to give me a chance to steel myself from the emotional reaction I had when Landon reappeared…like something out of a dream.

Or maybe a nightmare. I still wasn’t sure which this was.

Before I could say anything else, Landon slid into the booth, his body pressing against me, his heat evident against my bare shoulders and knee. I gritted my teeth and tried to slide over, to put some distance between us. But Annie was there, grinning back at me. And then she loudly slurped at her straw, as if to prove her drink was empty.

“What, like we’re just going to pick up where we left off?” I snapped.

His face remained blank as he tipped his head to the side, studying me. “Still the same Taryn, I see.”

“I need a replacement,” Annie said, picking up her glass and sloshing it around. The ice cubes clanked together so loudly I was sure I’d remember it in the morning, like the clank of a prison door slamming shut.

“Enjoy the mushrooms?” he asked, gesturing to my plate.

I leaned back, crossing my arms, trying to create a barrier between me and this arresting, all-too attractive man. “Are we really going to do this? Trade some small talk, maybe discuss the weather?”

“Would you rather do something else?” he asked, his eyes dipping lower.

There’s no way he couldn’t tell I was braless, the way his gaze raked over my breasts.

My cheeks burned, and I struggled to hang onto the anger simmering in my chest. “Don’t be an ass, Landon. You know why I’m mad at you.”

He sighed. “I’m not interested in rehashing the past.”

“How convenient,” I sniped.

He turned, looping his elbow over the back of the seat and pressing his knee into my leg, and his eyes narrowed as he shot back. “You seemed pretty happy with me when we saw one another last.”

I clenched my jaw. “You’re insufferable.”

His grin returned, more seductive now. “Are you sure you don’t want-”

“Stop, okay?” I said, my heart fluttering against my ribcage. “Just stop. I can’t do this with you. I don’t want to pretend-” I caught myself, lowering my voice. “I don’t want to pretend with you.”

I slid out of the booth, the leather sticking to my bare skin. It took only seconds, but it seemed to stretch on forever, because I had to slide all the way around the horseshoe-shape to get out the same way Annie had gone.

I stood, smoothing my skirt. “Congratulations on all of your success,” I muttered, shooting him a dirty look. “And welcome back.”

I strode across the room, looking for Annie. Torn between ordering a few shots or storming out of the place. I was halfway to the bar when a hand on my arm stopped me. I spun to say something witty to him, but lost my balance on the heels as he pulled me toward the waiting darkness of a coat closet.

I
caught only
a glimpse of him before the door slammed shut behind us, plunging us into the dark.

“What the hell, Landon!” I said, swatting his hand off of my arm.

“I need to talk to you,” he said, with no trace of the amusement I’d heard earlier.

I wrenched my arm away. “In a freaking closet? Who exactly are we hiding from?”

Silence fell, and I wished I could see his expression in the shadows. Instead I could only smell him, a rich and masculine cologne that had me dangerously close to leaning in.

“You didn’t seem to mind a closet before, as I recall-”

I smacked his chest with two hands, intending to push him back. But he was like a brick wall, and it backfired. He grabbed my wrists.

“I came back for you.”

His words made me still, the need and urgency in his voice silencing all of my fury and anger and even my fluttering heart.

But then it all returned with a vengeance.

His words would’ve meant more a few years ago. Back when I was a confused, lost eighteen-year- old, desperate for his call, his letter, his anything.

But I wasn’t that girl anymore, and I didn’t want to fall for him all over again. No matter how well he filled out his clothes, no matter how good he looked in his expensive suit.

I laughed, and it came out twisted and bitter. “I’m supposed to just believe that, huh?”

He leaned in, and I could feel his breath hot against my cheek. “Maybe not right away. But you will.”

“The thing is, Landon, I don’t want to believe you any more. You wrecked me when you disappeared, and I’m not willing to risk that again. No matter how convincing you can be.”

I leaned back, pulling my arms away from him, but he only held tighter, and the momentum made me crash back into his chest. The air left my lungs as my skirt swung against his legs. His pants felt smooth as silk against my bare calves, and I was suddenly short of breath.

“Please,” I said, quietly, no longer sure what I wanted, what I was asking him for.

But when he leaned down, his lips brushing against mine, I knew.

If he hadn’t been holding me up, pinning me against his chest, I would’ve fallen, my knees buckling underneath me as my eyes slammed shut. His mouth was familiar and foreign all at once, my memories crashing back into me. I could picture him like he’d been those few years back….his taut body hovering over me, just before he pressed me into the mattress, leaving me breathless.

And then suddenly he pulled back abruptly, leaving me short of breath and feeling empty. The past and the present had merged for a short time, leaving me confused now that I was firmly in the now once more.

I opened my eyes, confused, and then blinked against the light.

Wait.

The light? Someone had turned on the overhead bulb.

I spun around, taking in a strange man standing at the door, one hand still on the knob. The closet light shone over his head, illuminating his bright hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair. He grinned, his eyes sparkling as he stared past me, right at Landon. “Landon, buddy, not this again…” he said, waggling a finger at Landon. “Didn’t I tell you before, there are these places called hotels you can get when you want to do your business?”

“Rylan,” Landon said, his voice low with warning.

“One of these days, maybe I’ll learn to stop following you into darkened rooms…or maybe you’ll get some common sense and take your business somewhere a bit more private.” Rylan’s grin widened and he spun on his heel, slamming the door shut once again.

His meaning was clear, and I felt dirty. Used.

And stupid. Landon hadn’t changed. He was the same guy who’d left me behind all those years before. Maybe worse, because he was old enough to know better. I turned around and shoved him, hard. “Same old, same old, huh?”

“Taryn-”

“I don’t want to hear it. Consider this a temporary lapse of judgment on my part.”

“Listen—”

“And it won’t happen again,” I said, meaning it this time.

I strode away, slamming the closet door behind me and leaving him behind.

* * *

T
wenty minutes
later I pushed my way through the creaky front door of my house, angrily kicking off my borrowed silver heels. “Matt!” I hollered, shoving the bolt on the door and stomping across the living room.

“Matt!” My voice was screechy, so high-pitched only dogs could hear it. I was boiling over, too angry that I’d been blindsided by Landon and his stupid fucking charm.

“What?” my brother said, stepping out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a washcloth. “You don’t have to yell. Sheesh.”

“You knew!”

He leaned on the doorframe, acting casual in a way that didn’t quite feel genuine. “Knew what?”

“That Landon was in town.”

“So?” He tossed the washcloth at me, and I barely managed to grab it out of the air before it hit me in the face.

“So why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, whipping the cloth back at him.

“Why would I tell you? It’s not like you keep me apprised of Annie’s every move. He’s
my
friend, not yours.” He folded the washcloth, too casually, and retreated back into the kitchen.

I followed, like a hunter following her retreating prey. I needed answers. I needed… something. “But it’s not like that, with us.”

“How are we different?” he asked.

I swallowed. I’d meant Landon and me when I’d said us, not me and Matt. “You barely even know Annie. It’s different with me and Landon. You know that.”

“Apparently I don’t,” he said, sounding like he was talking to a child. “So enlighten me.”

“Cut the crap, Matt. You know he and I were friends too. We hung out all the time--”

He scoffed. “Yeah, because you had no job and no car. No life, really. You followed me everywhere.”

I bit my lip. I never wanted to follow my brother. It was Landon was drawn to. Landon I couldn’t get enough of. “God you’re an ass.”

He smiled, crinkling up the edges of his eyes. “You wound me, you really do.”

“You’re impossible.” I crossed the room, flopping down on a kitchen chair. “And quit playing coy. You knew I’d care.”

He leaned back against the kitchen counter, studying me. “But why do you care, that’s the question?”

“I just thought…” I let my voice trail off.

Matt didn’t know that Landon and I became something more, and the way he was eyeballing me right then, he was going to put the pieces together.

“I just feel like you’re being weird these days,” I said, deciding to deflect rather than tell the truth. “And even though I don’t really care that Landon’s in town, I know you do, and I think it’s weird that you didn’t talk about it. Aren’t you excited that your best friend is back?”

He turned to the fridge, taking out two diet cokes and sliding one over to me. “It’s cool. It’ll be good to go golfing with him again. Maybe we won’t even wreck the golf carts this time.”

I laughed. “I hope he’s a better driver by now.”

“We wrecked on purpose,” he said, popping the top of his soda with a hiss.

“You did not!”

“Yes we did,” he said, sipping the soda. “We were playing chicken. Turns out neither of us are chicken.”

I laughed harder. “You guys were such morons.”

“Can’t be that stupid. He’s pretty successful now.”

“I figured that one out. Did you know he’s behind the new sports medicine facility?”

He nodded. “It’s his third, you know. And he’s got two more under construction.”

“Oh.”

Matt continued rattling off facts. “The one in town’s a multi-million dollar facility. It’s already been endorsed by Michael Brant, you know from the Seattle Seahawks? Plus two Seattle Sounders professional soccer players.” He sounded proud.

Meanwhile, I was stunned. I could have Googled the information about Landon but I’d decided a couple years ago to put him out of my mind and try my best to pretend he didn’t exist. Apparently, he did exist, however, and he was having quite the life.

How the hell had he gone from the kid down the street to owner of three world class medical facilities?

“Anyway, I’m going to go take a nap,” Matt said. “I’m beat.”

“Tough day at work?”

“Didn’t sleep well. I’ll catch up with you later,” he said, leaving me alone in the kitchen to ponder just who Landon had become since he left town.

I put my feet up on the rickety chair across from me. It was leaning, one leg splayed out too far.

There was a time my dad would’ve fixed it. Just like the dripping faucet and the crooked cabinet door next to the oven. But that was before Mom passed away, before a couple of dark years where my dad barely held it together.

But things were turning around now. Dad was back at work. Maybe soon he would be back to the honey-do list.

Even if he didn’t have a honey to make the list anymore.

I frowned, ignoring the dark clouds creeping into the back of my mind. I wasn’t going down this path. Not tonight.

Besides, I could fix the stupid chair myself.

* * *

I
was sitting
on the dusty floor of my dad’s workshop, the chair upside down and my fingers practically glued together, staring at my handiwork.

Not bad. It took a whole hour to figure out how to get the leg to line up right and stay that way while the glue dried, yet I couldn’t help but feel a little smug.

Lights splashed across the wall, and a car pulled into the drive.

I stepped outside of the workshop just as my dad switched the lights off and stepped out of his car.

“Hey,” I said, pinching my fingers together to test the tackiness. They stuck, slowly peeling away as I pulled them apart.

“Hey, Ren,” he said, and I smiled involuntarily at the nickname. I’d hated that nickname, once upon a time. In high school when I thought I was too old for childish monikers.

Now, though, it just reminded me of the time before everything fell apart. A time when my family bathed in the glow of love and happiness. We weren’t rich, but we didn’t need to be, either. We had each other.

Before my mother’s cancer yanked it all apart, throwing our lives in a blender.

“What are you doing?” he asked, taking in the open door behind me.

“Just a little fix-it project.”

I led him into the workshop, my eyes adjusting to the dim light.

“You fixed the chair,” he said with some surprise, but approval as well.

“Hopefully.” I grinned. “No guarantees.”

He slung an arm around my shoulders. “You’re a good kid, you know that?”

I elbowed him in the ribs. “I’m not a kid, dad, I’m twenty-one.”

“I don’t care if you’re fifty, you’re still my kid. And I’m proud of you.”

For what? I wanted to ask, but I resisted. I should have been finishing my degree. I should have been searching out internships and starting my career.

Instead I was fixing old chairs and working at the mall. Yeah, lots to be proud of.

But I didn’t want to ruin the moment, so I didn’t say any of it. I just smiled up at him. “Feel like spaghetti?” I asked. “I think we have garlic bread.”

“Sure,” he said, following me up the steps and into the house. “How was your day?”

I pulled noodles out of the cupboard and filled a pot, pondering what to say to Dad about the man who’d reappeared in my life, striding right out of a Forbes magazine and seeing me in all my pathetic glory.

I settled on nothing.

“Pretty good. Went shopping with Annie. How about you?”

“Great,” he said, with surprising bounce to his voice.

I glanced over my shoulder. “Yeah?”

“They’re talking about giving me a new district to manage. My own company rig.”

“Wow, really?” I turned, resting a hip on the counter. “Dad, that’s amazing.”

“I guess they really missed me while I was out,” he said, beaming. “Sales took a dive and never quite came back. So now they want me to work with a couple new guys, figure out what they’re doing wrong and get them set up.”

My heart swelled at the pride in his voice. He sounded more and more like his old self with every passing day. What had once seemed so impossible now seemed in our grasp. “That sounds like a promotion.”