“Yeah, you sprayed me all the time,” added her brother, Jason.
Tess laughed. “Me, too. This girl’s a regular spray machine.”
“Hey, look!” shouted Joe, Joan’s six-year-old. “Uncle Mac’s here!”
Uncle Mac. Of course the kids had always called him that, considering that he was an honorary Blakely, but today, after she’d been hearing herself referred to as Aunt Tess for hours, the title struck her differently. Aunt Tess and Uncle Mac.
The idea hit her with more force than any cannonball jump of Kimberly’s. Uh-oh. She hadn’t subconsciously been having that little fantasy, had she? If so, she could forget it right now. Mac was only helping her out. Sure, he might be having a good time in the bargain, but if he’d ever considered having a relationship with her, he would have spoken up long before this.
And he certainly could have spoken up on Sunday night, she thought as she watched him get out of his truck. Instead, he’d been more intent than she was on keeping their secret. Nope, he definitely didn’t have dreams of happily-ever-after with her.
“Hey, Uncle Mac!” Joan’s daughter, Sarah, called. She started to run across the parking lot.
“Sarah!” Joan yelled a warning and bolted after her as a low-slung car pulled quickly into the lot, apparently oblivious to the running girl. Sarah had a good head start on her mother.
Still holding Kimberly, Tess ran forward, too, knowing neither she nor Joan would make it in time.
At the last minute, when Tess was too horrified even to scream, Mac hurtled into the path of the car, snatched Sarah out of the way and leaped to safety.
The driver, a teenage boy, slammed on the brakes and jumped out of the car. “Oh, God! I didn’t see her!” he wailed. “Is she okay?”
Mac held a quaking Sarah tight in his arms. He was breathing hard. “I think so.” He leaned away from the child. “You okay, sweetheart?”
Her voice was muffled against his shirt. “I…think so.”
“Sarah!” Joan reached them and wrapped her arm around the girl’s shoulders. “Did you get bumped? Does anything hurt?”
“N-no.” Sarah sounded close to tears.
Joan sagged with relief as Cindy and Deena came up and put comforting arms around her. Everyone started talking at once, exclaiming over the close call, while Joan took several deep breaths and the color seeped back into her face.
Finally Joan held up her hand for silence. “Put her down, please, Mac. She and I are going over to that tree and having a little talk about running in parking lots.”
“I don’t run,” Joe announced.
“Me, neither,” said Jason.
“Me, neither,” piped up Kimberly from her perch in Tess’s arms.
“And we’re going to hold you all to that,” Mac said, glancing at each of them with a stern expression.
The teenager stepped toward Joan. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Blakely. I shouldn’t have driven in so fast. I just got the car today, and I was all like, wow, I want to show my friends. But if anything bad had happened to her…”
Joan took Sarah’s hand and gave the teenager a weary smile. “Fortunately it didn’t. It’s Eddie, isn’t it?”
“Yes, ma’am. Eddie Dunnett.”
“Well, we’re lucky, Eddie. Hopefully we’ve learned something without suffering a tragedy in the process. Sarah shouldn’t have been running without looking, and you should probably remember how dangerous parking lots can be around here, especially this one in the summer.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Eddie glanced at Mac. “Thanks, Mr. MacDougal. Thanks a lot.”
“I’m glad I still have some reflexes left,” Mac said.
“Yeah, no quarterback at CHS could run the option play like you. My dad still talks about it.”
Mac looked uncomfortable. “That was a long time ago. So, is everybody ready for some ice cream? I’ll treat.”
“In that case, I’ll have the jumbo banana split,” Deena said with a grin. “I was going to settle for a small cone, but if the gentleman’s buying—”
“Okay, but I’m gonna tell Hammer you took advantage of me,” Mac retorted.
Deena laughed. “You’re lucky he’s not here. He’d order the Earthquake.”
“If he was here, I wouldn’t have offered to treat. Come on, everybody. Let’s see what kind of bill you can run up.”
“Sarah and I will be in shortly,” Joan said. “Joe, you go with the rest of them so I can talk privately with Sarah.”
“Come along, Joe,” said Cindy, holding out her hand.
Tess had always liked the way members of the family accepted responsibility for all the children, not just their own. A Blakely grandchild had a host of adult role models, and from where Tess sat, they were all good ones. Then if you added Uncle Mac, a true hero, a kid would have no excuse for not turning out well.
As for Sarah, she looked completely miserable for ruining the mood of the day. For a sensitive little girl, that was punishment enough. “Come on, gang,” Tess said, adjusting Kimberly on her hip. “I’m in the mood for vanilla dipped in butterscotch.”
“That’s my favorite,” said Mac, falling in beside her. He reached over and tugged gently on Kimberly’s blond curls. “How’s Kimmy today?”
“Uncle Mac! You’re messing up my hair!”
“It’s already messed up! You’ve been doing cannonballs in the pool, haven’t you?”
Kimberly laughed. “Yep.”
Tess wondered if Mac realized that in reaching over to tease Kimberly his arm had brushed Tess’s breast. But if Mac didn’t realize it, Tess did. All at once she became aware of her own unkempt hair, her pink nose and her wrinkled shorts. Until a few days ago, she’d never thought about what she looked like when Mac was around. Now she wished she’d at least taken time to comb her hair.
“We all got a little messed up today,” she said.
“That’s okay.” He reached over and tweaked Kimberly’s nose, getting a squeal in response. “I like my girls messed up.”
This time she was sure he was aware that he’d brushed against her. The movement might have seemed accidental to someone else, but Tess felt the deliberate nature of it. He held the door of the shop open for her, and as she walked by him, she registered the heady scent of a slightly sweaty, thoroughly masculine Mac. He wore a T-shirt and jeans today and looked sexier than any man had a right to. She fought her reaction to him, knowing that she couldn’t let any of her feelings show in front of her sisters-in-law.
“So you can take a break any old time and sashay into town for ice cream?” she asked, glancing at him. Oh, but he looked good, with his hat tilted at a rakish angle and a gleam in his eye. “Must be a cushy job you have, MacDougal.”
“Not as cushy as yours,” he said. “Frolicking in the water with this bunch all day while I’m out there busting my butt repairing fence.”
Kimberly leaned over Tess’s shoulder to peer behind Mac. Then she giggled. “Your butt’s not busted, Uncle Mac.”
That’s for sure, Tess thought, remembering the muscled firmness she’d gripped when they’d…whoops. Dangerous territory. Thoughts like that would make her blush, and blushing wasn’t something she normally did when Mac showed up. She stepped into line at the counter behind Cindy and Joe. Mac stood behind her, and she could feel his presence as clearly as if he’d pressed his body up against hers.
Kimberly peered over Tess’s shoulder at Mac. “When I grow up, I’m gonna marry you.”
“That makes me one lucky guy,” Mac said.
Tess shivered, remembering those words in a far different context than playful banter with a little girl.
“Unless I marry Buddy in my Sunday school instead,” Kimberly added solemnly. “He’s always trying to kiss me.”
Tess jiggled her and spoke with mock sternness. “Hey, you little heartbreaker. You can’t propose to one guy and then announce you’re marrying somebody else the next minute. You have to make up your mind.”
“Okay. Then I choose Uncle Mac.”
“Thanks, Kimmy. Can I give you a kiss?”
“Oh, sure. Just don’t slobber like Buddy.”
“I’ll try not to.” Mac leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. “There, it’s official.”
They were all just kidding around, Tess told herself. There was no reason for this tightness in her chest, no reason for her to feel suddenly grief-stricken at the thought that Mac would have a real engagement one of these days. No doubt he’d even ask Tess to be in the wedding. After all, they were best friends.
Her turn came to order, and she got a butterscotch-dipped cone for herself and a chocolate-dipped one for Kimberly.
“That’s all?” Mac said as she stepped aside so he could order. “No triple banana split or Earthquake for either of you?”
“I like chocolate-dipped the best. I always get that,” Kimberly said with authority.
“Tess? You’re going to let me get away with just a butterscotch cone?”
“Yep.” She set Kimberly down and handed her the chocolate cone before taking the freshly dipped butterscotch one from the counter clerk, a young woman named Evie Jenkins. “Thanks, Evie.”
As Kimberly walked over to the table where the rest of the group had gathered, Tess turned back to Mac, who looked more tempting than any ice-cream cone. She realized that her sisters-in-law were engrossed in eating their ice cream and keeping their children from becoming sticky disaster areas. They wouldn’t pay any attention to her and Mac, especially considering they were used to seeing the two of them tease and joke with each other.
A devil took temporary possession of her, and she gave Mac a sultry glance. “As much as I’d like to take advantage of you, this is my all-time favorite.” Then she swirled her tongue around the top of the cone.
Mac stared at her.
“Then if you nip off the top—” she bit through the butterscotch coating “—you can suck the ice cream right out.” As she demonstrated her technique, she glanced up at Mac.
He continued to stare at her while gripping the counter so hard his knuckles showed white against his tan.
“Mr. MacDougal? Are you ready to order?” asked Evie.
Mac didn’t take his gaze from Tess. “Uh, yeah.” His voice was gravelly. “I’ll have…what she’s having.”
“Coming up.”
“I can’t believe you’re doing that,” he murmured to Tess.
“Eating ice cream?” She smiled innocently. “That’s what everyone does at the Creamy Cone.”
“Not like that.”
“Exactly like that. I’ve eaten one of these like this a million times.”
“But not after we’ve just…”
She took a quick inventory of the area below his belt and was gratified with the slight bulge there. “I can’t imagine what you’re talking about.”
“Oh yes you can,” he said in a low voice. “Imagination is your long suit. You love to torture me, don’t you?”
“What’s good for the gander is good for the goose. You were playing games with me as we walked in here, while you were pretending to fool with Kimberly.”
“That was only—”
“Mr. MacDougal? Here’s your cone. Oh, and the other ladies said you were paying for everyone.”
“That’s right.” It seemed to take great effort for him to turn away from Tess and focus on the task of paying the bill.
Tess moved a little closer. “I’ll see you over at the table,” she said softly. “And thanks for the dipped cone.”
He slipped his wallet back in his pocket. “If I’d known what you were going to do with it, I never would have agreed to buy you one,” he muttered without turning around.
“Fair is fair.” Feeling much better than she had when she’d been mired in thoughts of his eventual marriage, Tess walked over to join the others.
MAC PLAYED abysmal poker the following night, and the Blakely brothers finally figured out that a woman must be distracting him. Although they teased him about being lovesick and pestered him for the name of his latest conquest, he managed to outmaneuver their questions. By the end of the evening no one was the wiser.
His latest conquest. He chuckled at the irony of that as he stuffed a blanket and two beach towels in his saddlebags Thursday night in preparation for his ride with Tess. Tess had conquered him, more like it. He was afraid to put a name to what he was feeling in relationship to Tess, but he craved her nearly every waking minute, and that wasn’t a good sign. He’d thought tonight would never get here.
No other woman had ever made him come unglued so fast. Maybe it was all the reading she’d done, or maybe she was a natural when it came to exciting a man. In any event, her instincts would do justice to some Hollywood sex kitten, and yet she had no real experience with men other than him. Oh, how he loved knowing that. He loved it way too much, considering that the status quo would change. More men lived in New York City than in all of Arizona. She had a damn good chance of finding at least one who was to her liking.
He pushed that notion out of his head, not wanting to ruin the night. And it was one hell of a beautiful night. The moon sat just below the mountains, creating a glow that threw the familiar ridge into stark silhouette. Any minute now the moon would poke its head over, looking huge and golden as it crested. Mac hoped Tess would get here before that happened, so she could see it with him.
He’d always liked sharing stuff like that with her because she was so passionate about the beauty around her. He should have known that she’d transfer that passion to anything she did, especially making love. Passion and curiosity—it was quite a combination. He wondered if she’d remember to bring any of her books.
The sound of her car pulling in beside the barn made his pulse rate go up. She rounded the barn just as a sliver of the moon eased up over the ridge.
“Come over here and see the moon,” he said.
She quickened her steps. “I hoped I’d get here in time.” She reached his side and leaned her forearms against the top rail of the corral as she watched the sky. “Oh, wow.”
He leaned casually against the rail next to her, his arm barely brushing her arm, as if to prove to himself he could be alone with her and not grab her, as if he were in no hurry to leave and go down to the river. As if he didn’t want her with every fiber of his being.
When she’d hurried toward him, he’d figured out from the lovely jiggle under her T-shirt that she wasn’t wearing a bra. If he had to make a guess, he’d say she’d skipped the panties under her shorts, too. She held a book and a small flashlight in one hand. All of that made a potent combination, and he was more than ready to forget about the moon.
But he’d promised her they would always be friends, and Tess was the sort of person who remembered promises like that. She’d expect that someday they’d be able to stand here and watch the moon rise as friends, the way they’d done many times before. He might as well start practicing now.
But the air was filled with her scent, and his heart raced as he thought of holding her soft body again. He hungered for the taste of her lips, although he wouldn’t dare kiss her here. Either one of his parents could come out and catch them.
“How was poker?” she asked.
“I lost every hand.”
“Mac!” She turned toward him. “That’s not like you. In fact, you usually come out ahead of everyone else.”
“Your brothers were extremely happy about it. They wanted the name of the girl I was seeing, so they could thank her. They figured that was the only thing that would make me completely hopeless at cards.”
“But it wasn’t really me that was the problem, right? It was having to face my brothers after having sex with me.”
“I guess so.” Although he wasn’t quite sure about that. He’d suffered some guilt pangs for the first half hour or so of the poker game, but after that, the guilt had seemed to wear off. From then on he’d lost because he was daydreaming about Tess, but revealing that might give away more than he wanted to right now.
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bsp; “So what did you tell them?”
“Nothing. I just let them speculate.”
“Do you think they’ll try to find out who you’re seeing?”
“Oh, they’ll ask around, but I don’t think anyone will think of you. As I’ve said before, no one would ever suspect what’s going on between the two of us. We could probably kiss in the middle of the park in front of the whole town, and they’d think it was brotherly and sisterly affection going on.”
“Do you feel like kissing me now?”
He stared at the moon. “Yeah, I do.”
“More than kissing?”
His groin tightened. “Yep.”
“I just wondered. You seem so cool and collected. Weren’t you the one who told me not to get all prissy and pretend I didn’t want you so much I couldn’t see straight?”
He looked at her and saw a beautiful face silvered by moonlight, sparkling eyes that drew him like a moth to flame, moist lips that made him crazy to taste her again. “I want you so much I can’t see straight.”
“Then what are we doing standing here gaping at the moon?”
“Beats the hell out of me.” He pushed away from the fence. “Let’s go.”
13
BEING ON A HORSE in his current condition wasn’t the smartest move he’d ever made, Mac realized as they went down the trail, but riding to the river was the only option. Walking would take too long, so he had to make a compromise between speed and comfort.
The moon lit their path and gave him an arousing view of Tess moving along ahead of him, her hips swaying gently in rhythm with Peppermint Patty’s brisk little walk. When the trail curved so he caught her in profile, he became more convinced that she didn’t have a bra on under her shirt.
And then she took off the shirt.
He could hardly believe she was doing it and wondered if he was having another potent dream, complete with crickets chirping and an owl hooting in the distance.
A few moments later the shirt came sailing back toward him, and he was so dumbfounded he was barely able to snag it before it dropped to the ground. “Hey!”
“What?” She turned in the saddle, giving him a breathtaking view of her breast bathed in moonlight.
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