Convincing Alex
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"When she punched halfheartedly, he shook his head. "No, you punch like a girl. Put your body behind it. Pretend I'm Dawn Gallagher."
Her eyes lit, and she swung full-out, only to come up solidly against his block. "Hey, that's good." Impressed, she swung again. "But I've got to move around, right? Fake you out with my grace and fancy footwork."
She did a quick boogie that had the onlookers clapping and Alex grinning at her. "You got style. Let's work on it."
He was enjoying himself, showing her the moves. And it certainly didn't hurt for a woman living in the city to learn how to defend herself with something more than an ammonia-filled water pistol.
"It's fun." She ducked her head as he'd shown her and tried two quick jabs with her left.
"Always room for another flyweight," Rocky called out to her. "Come on, Bess, body blow."
Chuckling, she aimed for Alex's midsection and dodged his light tap toward her chin. "You look so cute in gym shorts," she murmured.
"Don't try to distract me."
"Well, you do." She danced around him again, and, laughing, he turned toward her.
"Okay, that ought to—" He ended on a grunt when she connected hard with his jaw and set him down on his butt.
"Oh, God." She crouched instantly, battering his face with her gloves as she tried to stroke it. "Oh, Alexi, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
He wiggled his jaw, sending her a dark look. "Right cross," he muttered as men climbed through the ropes to cheer and hold Bess's arms in the air.
"I'm really sorry," Bess said again as they started down the iron steps. But she was fingering the little bit of tarnished metal Rocky had pinned—with some ceremony—to her sweatshirt. "You said not to pull my punches."
"I know what I said." He'd be lucky if he didn't have a bruise, Alex thought. And how the hell would he explain that? "You only got through because I was finished."
She ran her tongue over her teeth and stepped outside. "Uh-huh."
"Don't get smart with me, McNee." He snatched her up and swung her around. "Or I'll demand a rematch."
Wildly in love, she tossed her arms around his neck. "Anytime."
"Oh, yeah? How about…" He trailed off with a grimace as his beeper sounded. "Sorry."
"It's all right." She only sighed a little as he tracked down a phone and called in. As she stood beside him, watching his face, listening to his terse comments, she realized that their plans for a picnic in the park and some casual shopping were about to go bust.
"You have your cop's face on," she said when he hung up. "Do you have to go in?"
"Yeah." But he didn't tell her they'd found another victim. It was bad enough that he was spoiling their plans for the day. "It's probably going to take a while. I'm really sorry, Bess."
"Look." She framed his face with her hands. "I understand. This is part of it."
He brought those hands to his lips. "I…" But he didn't tell her he loved her, because she would echo the words, and it made him nervous to hear them. "I appreciate it," he said instead. "And I'll make it up to you."
"Tell you what—why don't I finish up what I have to do, then stop by the market? I'll make dinner. Something that won't spoil if it has to be wanned up a couple of times."
Though his mind was already drifting away from her, he managed a pained smile. "You're going to cook."
"I'm not that bad. I'm not," she insisted with a bit of a huff when he grinned. "I only burned the potatoes the other night because you kept distracting me."
"I guess it's the least I can do." He kissed her lightly once, then again, longer. "I'll try to call."
"If you can." She waved him off, then stood watching while he jogged down into the subway. With a quick laugh, she spun around, hugging herself.
She felt just like a cop's wife.
"I hope you don't mind me dropping by."
"Of course not." Rachel took a look at the bulging shopping bags in Bess's hands. "Been busy?"
"Whenever I get started with that little plastic card, I can't seem to stop." She dumped her purchases inside the apartment door. "You look wonderful. How can you look wonderful less than a week after going through childbirth?"
"Strong genes." Pleased in general, and with Bess in particular, Rachel kissed her on both cheeks. "Come sit down."
"Thanks. I—Oops." She dipped into the bag and pulled out a gold foiled candy box. "For Mom."
"Oh." Rachel's eyes took on the glow a woman's get when she looks at a lover—or a five-pound box of exclusive chocolates. "I think you just became my best friend."
Chuckling, Bess dug into the bags again. "Well, I know that people tend to drop by with baby gifts." She held out a box wrapped in snowy white with bright red lollipops scattered over it. "And, though I couldn't resist the tradition, I figured you deserved something really sinful for yourself."
"I do." Rachel tucked the baby box under her other arm. "It's really sweet of you, Bess, and unnecessary. You and Alex already brought Brenna that wonderful stuffed dragon."
"That was from us. This is from me. It's a girl thing. I saw this tiny little white organdy dress with all these flounces and little pink bows and I couldn't resist."
Rachel's new-mother's heart melted. "Really?"
"I figure in another year she might want to wear motorcycle boots, so this may be your only chance to play dress-up."
"I swore that whatever I had, I wouldn't make sexist decisions in dress or attitude." She sighed over the box. "White organdy?"
"Six flounces. I counted."
"I can't wait to put her in it."
"Ah, company.'' Mikhail strode out of the bedroom with
Brenna tucked in his arm. "Hello, Aunt Bess." He kissed both of her cheeks, then her mouth.
"You said you wouldn't wake her up." This from Rachel, who was already leaning over to coo.
"I didn't. Exactly. What's this?" Recognizing the gold foil box, he flipped it open and dived in.
Her eyes lit, and she swung full-out, only to come up solidly against his block. "Hey, that's good." Impressed, she swung again. "But I've got to move around, right? Fake you out with my grace and fancy footwork."
She did a quick boogie that had the onlookers clapping and Alex grinning at her. "You got style. Let's work on it."
He was enjoying himself, showing her the moves. And it certainly didn't hurt for a woman living in the city to learn how to defend herself with something more than an ammonia-filled water pistol.
"It's fun." She ducked her head as he'd shown her and tried two quick jabs with her left.
"Always room for another flyweight," Rocky called out to her. "Come on, Bess, body blow."
Chuckling, she aimed for Alex's midsection and dodged his light tap toward her chin. "You look so cute in gym shorts," she murmured.
"Don't try to distract me."
"Well, you do." She danced around him again, and, laughing, he turned toward her.
"Okay, that ought to—" He ended on a grunt when she connected hard with his jaw and set him down on his butt.
"Oh, God." She crouched instantly, battering his face with her gloves as she tried to stroke it. "Oh, Alexi, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
He wiggled his jaw, sending her a dark look. "Right cross," he muttered as men climbed through the ropes to cheer and hold Bess's arms in the air.
"I'm really sorry," Bess said again as they started down the iron steps. But she was fingering the little bit of tarnished metal Rocky had pinned—with some ceremony—to her sweatshirt. "You said not to pull my punches."
"I know what I said." He'd be lucky if he didn't have a bruise, Alex thought. And how the hell would he explain that? "You only got through because I was finished."
She ran her tongue over her teeth and stepped outside. "Uh-huh."
"Don't get smart with me, McNee." He snatched her up and swung her around. "Or I'll demand a rematch."
Wildly in love, she tossed her arms around his neck. "Anytime."
"Oh, yeah? How about…" He trailed off with a grimace as his beeper sounded. "Sorry."
"It's all right." She only sighed a little as he tracked down a phone and called in. As she stood beside him, watching his face, listening to his terse comments, she realized that their plans for a picnic in the park and some casual shopping were about to go bust.
"You have your cop's face on," she said when he hung up. "Do you have to go in?"
"Yeah." But he didn't tell her they'd found another victim. It was bad enough that he was spoiling their plans for the day. "It's probably going to take a while. I'm really sorry, Bess."
"Look." She framed his face with her hands. "I understand. This is part of it."
He brought those hands to his lips. "I…" But he didn't tell her he loved her, because she would echo the words, and it made him nervous to hear them. "I appreciate it," he said instead. "And I'll make it up to you."
"Tell you what—why don't I finish up what I have to do, then stop by the market? I'll make dinner. Something that won't spoil if it has to be wanned up a couple of times."
Though his mind was already drifting away from her, he managed a pained smile. "You're going to cook."
"I'm not that bad. I'm not," she insisted with a bit of a huff when he grinned. "I only burned the potatoes the other night because you kept distracting me."
"I guess it's the least I can do." He kissed her lightly once, then again, longer. "I'll try to call."
"If you can." She waved him off, then stood watching while he jogged down into the subway. With a quick laugh, she spun around, hugging herself.
She felt just like a cop's wife.
"I hope you don't mind me dropping by."
"Of course not." Rachel took a look at the bulging shopping bags in Bess's hands. "Been busy?"
"Whenever I get started with that little plastic card, I can't seem to stop." She dumped her purchases inside the apartment door. "You look wonderful. How can you look wonderful less than a week after going through childbirth?"
"Strong genes." Pleased in general, and with Bess in particular, Rachel kissed her on both cheeks. "Come sit down."
"Thanks. I—Oops." She dipped into the bag and pulled out a gold foiled candy box. "For Mom."
"Oh." Rachel's eyes took on the glow a woman's get when she looks at a lover—or a five-pound box of exclusive chocolates. "I think you just became my best friend."
Chuckling, Bess dug into the bags again. "Well, I know that people tend to drop by with baby gifts." She held out a box wrapped in snowy white with bright red lollipops scattered over it. "And, though I couldn't resist the tradition, I figured you deserved something really sinful for yourself."
"I do." Rachel tucked the baby box under her other arm. "It's really sweet of you, Bess, and unnecessary. You and Alex already brought Brenna that wonderful stuffed dragon."
"That was from us. This is from me. It's a girl thing. I saw this tiny little white organdy dress with all these flounces and little pink bows and I couldn't resist."
Rachel's new-mother's heart melted. "Really?"
"I figure in another year she might want to wear motorcycle boots, so this may be your only chance to play dress-up."
"I swore that whatever I had, I wouldn't make sexist decisions in dress or attitude." She sighed over the box. "White organdy?"
"Six flounces. I counted."
"I can't wait to put her in it."
"Ah, company.'' Mikhail strode out of the bedroom with
Brenna tucked in his arm. "Hello, Aunt Bess." He kissed both of her cheeks, then her mouth.
"You said you wouldn't wake her up." This from Rachel, who was already leaning over to coo.
"I didn't. Exactly. What's this?" Recognizing the gold foil box, he flipped it open and dived in.
