“Pleased to meet you,” Keylan said, standing and offering his hand.
“Nice to meet you, too.” Sandra accepted his hand, giving it a slow shake while smiling and batting her green eyes.
Mia’s phone rang as she stood, watching Sandra’s embarrassing display of amorous behavior.
“No worries, I’ll get the phone.” Mia rolled her eyes as she picked up the receiver. “Mia Ramirez.”
Sandra slowly withdrew her hand and smiled. “Can I get you anything, KJ? Coffee, tea, soda, my number?”
Keylan smiled. “Thanks, I’m fine.”
“Yes, you are,” Sandra offered, her smile widening.
“Sandra, Dr. Bissell’s assistant is on line one. Can you please take down the names of his guests for this weekend’s charity bowling tournament?”
“Sure. Nice meeting you, KJ,” she said, backing out of the office.
“Where were we?” Mia asked, not really expecting an answer.
“You were about to tell me why you don’t like Christmas.”
Mia frowned. “I never said I didn’t like Christmas, and we were about to review the schedule to see how we can accommodate your needs.”
A slow, sexy smile crawled across Keylan’s face and Mia quickly regretted the last words in her statement.
“I have a few ideas.”
“I bet you do,” she murmured.
Keylan pointed to the whiteboard. “I was referring to those two events.”
Mia prayed her face wasn’t as red as her nail polish. “Yes, of course. How many hours do you need?”
“Eighty.”
Mia reached for the tablet that sat on the edge of her desk but Keylan beat her to it. When his hand touched hers, their eyes collided and a shock of desire hit Mia like a runaway train. She slowly withdrew her hand and accepted the tablet. “Th-thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Mia cleared her throat. “So, you want to work the toy drive and the charity bowling tournament. If you work the whole time, for both of these events, you will earn sixteen hours.” She ran her fingers across the keys, making note of his request. “That leaves sixty-four hours that you’ll still need to earn.”
“I realize that, which is why I’d like to earn the rest of those hours working here.”
“Here.” Mia waved her hand in the air.
“Yes, here. It is my family’s foundation, remember. I’m thinking—” Keylan rubbed his hands together “—twenty hours a week.”
“Twenty...a week...here? Doing what exactly?” Other than making me crazy.
Keylan turned in his chair and looked at the whiteboard. “I was thinking I’d help out with the kids’ round-up.” He turned back to Mia and smiled.
“The kids’ round-up? Do you have any idea what that is...what’s required?”
Keylan sighed. “Believe it or not, I used to spend a lot of time here. Unless things have changed, this is helping with just about every activity you can think of with the kids. Helping with homework, story time for the little ones, sports—you name it.”
“No, nothing’s changed, that’s it. And how do you plan to make such a commitment with your busy professional and personal schedule?” No, you didn’t just say that out loud, Mia.
Keylan’s left eyebrow quirked and he smirked. “Why don’t you let me worry about my schedule?”
“Fine. When would you like to get started?”
“Well, according to the schedule, you have a group of kids about to have a basketball game in twenty minutes.”
“Those are the kids in our after-school Latch Key program. Coach Wanda and her kids would love having a NBA star in their midst.”
“Great.” Keylan raised his right hand and used his thumb to point behind him. “I’ll just go get changed.”
Mia checked her watch. “Will you be able to get back in time? It’s important to stay on schedule with these kids.”
Keylan frowned. “Where am I going?”
“You’ll want to go change.”
“The last time I checked, the locker rooms were on the other side of the gym,” he said, smiling. “I keep a change of clothes in my car.”
Mia smirked. “I bet you do.”
Keylan scratched his chin with his left thumb. “You’re determined to think the worst of me, aren’t you?” He shook his head. “Between my rehab and ever-changing practice schedule, I have to stay prepared.”
“Oh...” Nice going, Mia.
Keylan stood. “Should I go change?”
“Please.” Mia rose from her chair. “I know Coach Wanda will appreciate the help and I’m sure you’ll do a great job.”
“I’m not sure you really believe that but I guess we’ll see,” he said, heading out of the office.
Yes, we will.
Chapter 2
Keylan quickly changed into a pair of black-and-blue knee-length shorts, a blue T-shirt and his own branded black-and-blue sneakers. He passed a much smaller gym that had been retrofitted to accommodate young children with disabilities. The walls were padded from the floor halfway up the wall and half the floors were padded, as well. The basketball hoop had been lowered to five feet and the court was halved. Keylan remembered how proud he’d felt when his aunt decided to use all the recommendations he’d made for the specialized gym. He’d always known how important it was for all kids to have a safe place to play. The pictures he’d seen didn’t do the final project justice.
The sound of children’s laughter and a whistle being blown captured his attention. Keylan stood at the wood Dutch door, its top half open, and watched ten young children playing. Their laughter and exaggerated expressions of excitement stopped him short.
“May I help you, sir?” questioned a pretty young blonde holding a bright yellow ball.
“Hi, I’m Keylan Kingsley—”
“KJ, what are you doing over here?” Sandra asked. “I thought you were working with Coach Wanda.”
“I was until I ran across these cool kids,” he replied to an approaching Sandra before turning back to the laughing children. One little boy with a head full of curly brown hair caught his attention. He was trying to maneuver a ball twice his size and Keylan was impressed by his determination.
“Yes, they are. This is the Down’s class from our special needs school,” Sandra explained.
“I didn’t realize the Down’s class had gotten so big. I knew our foundation school was growing, but I had no idea just how much.”
“Yep, and that’s due in large part to the efforts of this wonderful lady,” she proudly proclaimed. “Coach Cathy Hooper, this is KJ. He plays for the Houston Carriers.”
“Yes, I know. Nice to meet you,” Coach Hooper said, her face flushed.
“The pleasure is mine,” he replied.
“KJ will be helping out here from time to time.” Sandra turned back to KJ. “Follow me. I’ll take you to Coach Wanda. She’s in the big gym.”
“Actually, I think I’d like to spend some time with these guys right now. Can you see if it’ll be okay for me to come by later this afternoon?”
“Sure.”
He turned to Coach Hooper and gifted her with a megawatt smile. “That is, if you don’t mind a little help?”
“Of course not. But are you sure you want to work with my kids?” She looked over her shoulder and laughed as several of the kids chased her assistant. Coach Hooper returned her attention to Keylan. “They’re beautiful, sweet and a whole lot of fun, but I’m not sure they’ll be interested in basketball.”
“They don’t have to be,” Keylan assured her. He reached across the door, unlocked it and let himself in. “We can do whatever they want, but I might surprise you with what I have in mind.”
“Well, welcome...”
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nbsp; “I guess I’ll go talk to Coach Wanda,” Sandra informed him as she turned to leave.
Keylan stood back and watched as six little boys, no more than six or seven years old, played their version of dodgeball. Three girls, roughly the same age as the boys, chased each other on large bouncy balls with handles. They all wore white foundation T-shirts, khaki shorts and tennis shoes, and laughed and played together as if they didn’t have a care in the world.
In the corner of the room Keylan spotted the small, curly-haired boy he’d noticed earlier. He couldn’t have been more than five years old. The boy stood with a ball nearly as big as he was, bouncing it against the wall. It was a game of catch that Keylan remembered playing often himself; only he’d used two basketballs.
Keylan tilted his head and smiled whenever the little boy lost control of the ball and would fall backward on the matted floor. The look of determination on the boy’s face made Keylan’s heart expand and he was filled with a sense of pride for the child whenever he caught the ball and stayed upright.
He walked over to the area where they played, knelt down on one knee and introduced himself to all of the children. The boys that had been tossing the ball back and forth were excited to meet him, as were the three girls. Keylan figured it was more curiosity about his height rather than the acknowledgment of him being a professional basketball player. However, the small boy wouldn’t come anywhere near Keylan. When all the children returned to their games under the watchful eye of Coach Hooper and her assistant, Keylan tried to talk to the little boy. To no avail.
He decided to take another approach. Keylan selected a basketball from the wire basket, laid his back flat on the floor and began tossing the ball he’d selected into the air with both hands. Before long he was joined on the mat by several of the children. Soon, all but the shy boy were on the mat, tossing their balls into the air. He stood back, holding his ball tightly to his chest and watching as Keylan tossed his from one hand to the other.
“Hi, my name is Keylan,” he introduced himself, looking at the little boy while continuing to toss the ball in the air.
The child remained quiet for several moments before finally saying, “I’m Colby.”
“Well, hello, Colby.” Keylan tossed his ball again, keeping his eyes on Colby. “How old are you?”
The little boy held up four fingers.
“He doesn’t talk much. He’s shy,” one of the older boys said.
Keylan caught his ball and sat up. “I see,” he replied before turning to face Colby. “Would you like to play a game? Maybe we can all play a game.” His eyes scanned the faces of the other children.
All the other kids stopped tossing their balls, sat up and gave Keylan their undivided attention. Coach Hooper came over and stood next to the seated children. “What do you have in mind, KJ?” she asked.
Keylan looked at the kids’ curious faces and smiled. “Do you guys know how to play basketball?”
Two of the older boys began rapidly nodding like bobblehead dolls as they raised their hands, singing “I do, I do...” as they jumped up and down.
“Wait a minute. Sit back down, please,” Keylan said.
“Excuse me, KJ, but I’m not sure these kids are ready—”
“Of course they are, for what I have in mind. Trust me.” Keylan gave her a confident smile. “Now, you two—James and David, right?” he asked, hoping he had remembered their names correctly.
They both nodded. “Yep, I’m David.”
“I’m James.”
“Okay, you two will be my assistants.” Both boys clapped. Keylan looked up at Coach Hooper. “I hope you don’t mind a little extra assistance?”
Coach Hooper laughed. “Not at all.”
One of the girls said she wanted to be the cheerleader, while the other two girls insisted that they play. Keylan assured everyone that they could take any role they liked. He turned to Colby. “Do you want to play?”
Before he could respond James said, “He don’t like to play with us...him too little.”
“He like to play by himself,” David added.
Keylan watched as Colby’s eyes scanned the faces of the other kids. He figured Colby was looking for some sort of encouragement from them. “Thank you, boys, but I think he’s just the right size and, if we ask him to play, he just might do it. What do you guys think?” Keylan asked, wanting the group to show some support. Some nodded and others shrugged.
“I happen to think Colby can handle anything you have in mind,” Coach Hooper offered.
“See, Colby, we all think you should play. So, do you want to try? It’s real easy,” Keylan promised. Colby nodded his head slowly as if he really wasn’t sure. “That’s great.”
Keylan stood and all the kids looked up at him in awe; his height really appeared to fascinate them. He was only happy no one seemed afraid of him. Not even Colby, who was now standing mere inches from him, which, for reasons he couldn’t explain, made Keylan smile.
“Coach Hooper, can you please get us five basketballs and three large tubs?”
“Sure.” She walked away with a confused look on her face.
“David, James, can you two please give Coach Hooper a hand?”
Both boys jumped up and ran behind Coach Hooper.
Keylan turned to the little cheerleader who was standing, practicing, and asked, “You sure you don’t want to play?”
“I’m sure,” she sang, shaking her imaginary pompoms.
David and James returned, both holding one side of a big blue tub with two basketballs inside. Coach Hooper was following behind them, holding the other two tubs. Keylan ran to offer assistance. The three tubs were placed in the center of the court ten feet apart. Keylan lined up three children in front of each bucket, approximately forty feet away from the bucket. Colby stood at the front of his line.
“Here’s what you’re going to do. Wait, how many of you know how to dribble a basketball? Hold up your hands.” Every hand flew up except Colby’s. “With one hand,” Keylan specified, bouncing the ball with his right hand.
Several hands lowered.
“Okay, everyone put your hands down. Before we do anything, I want you to practice dribbling.” He held a basketball in his left hand and raised his right. “You’ll use your fingertips to control the ball as you bounce it.” Keylan walked around, showing each child his technique.
“Nice job,” Coach Hooper cheered.
Keylan looked over his shoulders. “Thanks, Coach Hooper. I’ve done this a time or two. Do you have a whistle I can borrow?”
“Sure, you can have mine,” she offered, smiling as she removed the whistle that hung around her neck and handed it to him.
“Thank you,” he said. The corner of his mouth rose. Keylan was just as excited about the game he was about to teach the kids as he would be when he played himself. “Please toss me a couple more basketballs.”
Keylan caught the additional balls before turning his attention back to the kids. “Now, you’ll all practice dribbling...” he started to explain as he handed each child at the head of the line a ball “...until you hear me blow the whistle. When you do, pass the ball to the person behind you so everyone will have a chance to practice. Everyone understand?”
“Yes,” they all said in unison.
“Ready.” Keylan blew the whistle. “Go.”
The first three children started bouncing their balls, two with their right hand and one with his left. Keylan smiled as he walked up to each child, offering assistance on their form.
Colby was the only one that didn’t need assistance; his focus and ball handling surprised Keylan. But the bigger surprise was the connection he’d made with the child. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly but he knew there was something special about the boy. “Good job, Colby.” The boy smiled but kept his eyes on the b
all as he continued to bounce it. After two rounds of practice, Keylan blew his whistle.
“Looks like we’re ready to go. Here’s how the game is played.” Keylan picked up a ball and demonstrated. “You’ll dribble the ball down to the tubs. Go as fast as you can while controlling it. Circle the tub and dribble back. Hand the ball to the next person in line and they’ll do the same. The first team back wins. Does everyone understand?”
“Yes,” all the kids replied—everyone except Colby.
“Here we go.” Keylan brought the whistle to his mouth.
“My team will win,” the boy declared loudly and with a confident smile.
* * *
Mia sat at her desk, staring at the computer screen, reading the same paragraph she’d read three times within the last forty-five minutes and still couldn’t comprehend. Her mind kept traveling to the extremely sexy but annoying man with his perfectly trimmed goatee and a smile that did crazy things to her body. She shook her head. Mia still couldn’t believe she had been so rude to the boss’s nephew. “Stop it.” Mia removed her eyeglasses, placed them on the desk and rubbed her eyes.
“Talking to yourself again, boss lady?” Sandra asked, walking into the office carrying two large cups of tea. “Time for a break...sweet tea with lemon.” She handed Mia a cup and a straw.
“Thanks, and I told you to stop calling me that,” she reminded, accepting the drink. Mia placed the straw in the cup and took a big pull. “Mmm, that’s good.”
Sandra took one of the seats in front of her desk. “So...” She took a drink of her tea, staring at Mia.
“So what?”
“You know what. What’s up with you and Mister Tall, Sexy and I’d Do Anything He Wants?” she asked, her eyebrows dancing.
Mia scowled. “Nothing’s up. He’s here for community service hours. That’s it.”
“If you ask me—”
“I didn’t,” she said, placing her tea on a coaster near her computer. “Now, where are we with finalizing the contract with the toy company? Their commitment to donating a hundred bikes is a critical part of our giveaway.”
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