When We Met

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Dellina drew in a breath. “Me, huh? I’m the oldest in my family. I have younger twin sisters. One of my sisters is a chef. The other has a small business in town. A temp agency. As Taryn said, I plan events. There’s no guy and while I wouldn’t say no to a long weekend of hot sex, I have no interest in a relationship. I’ve already raised my two kids.” At Taryn’s questioning look, she continued. “We lost our folks when I was in high school.”
“I’m sorry about your parents,” Taryn said. “I hadn’t heard that.”
“It was a while ago.”
“But still.” Taryn knew what it was like to be on her own. “I work at Score, where I plan advertising campaigns and try to control my business partners, who are annoying.”
“But you love them,” Larissa said.
“I do.” She held up both hands. “As brothers, I swear. Although I was married to Jack, briefly. Years ago.”
Dellina, Isabel and Noelle all stared at her.
“What?” she asked. “It was a couple of months and it didn’t work out. We stayed friends and now we work together.”
“Did you know this?” Isabel asked Larissa.
“Sure. They’re good friends. It’s nice that they still like each other.”
“You get more interesting by the day,” Isabel murmured. “Okay, me. I was born and raised in town. When I was fourteen, I had a mad crush on my sister’s boyfriend. When they broke up, I was thrilled, only he left town to join the navy and I knew I was going to die. When that didn’t happen, I started writing him. Flash-forward fourteen years, I came back, he came back and the rest is history.” She sighed happily. “Now we’re married and I can’t believe how lucky I am.”
Larissa glanced at them. “I guess that leaves me. I’m one of three girls, also the oldest. I like my job a lot because it gives me the time and resources to focus on helping others. Through Jack, I’ve gotten involved in organ donor programs and I also work with different animal rescue organizations.”
“She’s a saint,” Taryn said. “I tell myself my genuine affection for her will offset any bad karma I might create on my own.”
Isabel turned to Larissa and grinned. “So, you’re a masseuse to the football players. What’s that like?”
Taryn leaned back in her chair. She’d seen this before. Women were obsessed with the boys. Not only were they actually larger than life, but there was the whole sports hero thing going on. Add to that the fact that they were good-looking and well-off... Attention was inevitable. The only question no one seemed to ask was why were they all single.
Taryn knew the answer for each of them, and she wasn’t going to say a word. She loved her boys and she would keep their secrets.
Noelle sighed. “Really? Touching them like that.”
“Need I remind both of you, you’re happily married?” Taryn asked.
“I’m not interested that way,” Isabel told her with an unrepentant grin. “Just curious. Ford’s a former SEAL. I know about guys who work out regularly. Speaking as the woman who sleeps with him, I think being with him is very nice. But this is a whole different level of muscles.”
“Exactly,” Noelle said. “Our curiosity is purely intellectual.”
Larissa laughed. “Sure it is.” She thought for a second. “I don’t know what to say. They were all professional athletes. They did things their bodies are not designed to do. They were all successful and they all pushed too hard and now there are injuries. I try to make them feel better.”
Noelle sighed. “That’s so sweet. Are they na**d?”
Taryn grinned. “And here we are, to the real question.” She looked at her new friends. “Yes, they are na**d. They are very comfortable being na**d. I can’t tell you how many meetings we’ve had in the company locker room, or worse, the steam room.”
She paused as three pairs of eyes widened. “I stay clothed,” she added.
“That would be weird,” Isabel admitted.
“You get used to it,” Taryn told her.
Noelle looked at Larissa. “Yeah, for you, it’s no big deal. You’re a professional.”
Larissa shook her head. “I’m not licensed, if that’s what you mean. I took the classes, but I never bothered with the exam. I don’t work with the public. I work on Sam, Kenny and Jack and sometimes Taryn.”
Jo appeared with their drinks. When she left, Taryn reached for her iced tea. “I notice no one wants to talk about the thrill of seeing me na**d.”
“I’m sure you look great,” Noelle said absently as she continued to talk to Larissa. “Is it weird to see them that way, then around the office?”
Isabel rolled her eyes. “Let’s cut to the real question. Who has slept with whom?”
Dellina choked on her drink. “That’s direct,” she murmured when she could speak.
Noelle looked at her. “A genuine ‘it went down the wrong way’ or are you keeping secrets?”
Dellina held up a hand. “It went down the wrong way. Although the body talk is fun.”
Taryn was less sure. The great bodies were nice, but in her opinion it was what a man could do with that body that was more appealing.
“They’re sweet guys,” Larissa told her. “But we’re like a family. We don’t get involved like that. The guys are always bringing around girls.”
“Not Sam,” Taryn said.
Larissa nodded. “That’s right. Sam is more careful. Of course he has the worst luck with women.”
Dellina, who had just taken another sip of her soda, started coughing again. “Allergies,” she managed, when she could talk. “What are you talking about? What worst luck?”
Larissa sighed. “It’s kind of sad, when you think about it.”
“And funny,” Taryn added.
“Okay, funny. But not in a mean way.” Larissa drew a breath. “Sam seems to find the one woman in the room who’s going to be a disaster. His ex-wife wrote a tell-all about their marriage.”
Noelle winced. “Seriously?”
“Uh-huh. There have been stalkers and, oh, do you remember the girl who pretended to be pregnant?”
Taryn nodded.
“I feel bad for him,” Larissa admitted. “He’s a great guy, but he’s been burned a bunch of times. Now he refuses to get involved at all. His family doesn’t help.”
“They’re not into boundaries,” Taryn said simply, thinking it was time to change the subject. “So, what’s new in town? Any hot gossip?”
Jo appeared with chips and salsa, along with a bowl of guacamole. “On the house,” she said with a smile. “Because of the new girl.”
Larissa blinked at her. “Thank you. That’s so nice.”
“Yeah, I’m a nice person. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
Taryn eyed the chips and felt her stomach growl. Fine. She would add fifteen minutes to her workout that afternoon. Fifteen ugly minutes of gross sweating would be worth it if she could indulge a little.
“Gossip,” Isabel said as she grabbed a chip. “Mayor Marsha’s assistant is leaving, so she’ll be hiring a new one. That is going to be so weird. Marjorie has worked for the mayor for years. Since maybe high school or something.”
“I wonder who the new assistant will be,” Dellina said, then chuckled. “I’ll tell Fayrene. She’s the sister with the temp agency. I’m sure she’ll offer to fill in during the interview process.”
“I need her number,” Taryn said. “We sometimes need help with big projects at Score.”
“I have a card right here,” Dellina told her, and reached into her bag.
“Mayor Marsha is going on vacation,” Noelle said, scooping up guacamole. “She was in the other day and bought a couple of things for—”
Both Isabel and Dellina stared at her.
“What?” Noelle asked, visibly shrinking in her seat. “What did I say?”
“The mayor’s going on vacation?” Dellina demanded.
“She never goes on vacation,” Isabel added. “I mean never.”
Taryn didn’t get the problem. “Isn’t she allowed? From what I’ve seen, she works pretty hard for the town. Going away might do her good.”
Dellina and Isabel exchanged a look. “Maybe,” Isabel admitted. “But it’s weird. Like she might never come back.”
Larissa looked as confused as Taryn felt. “Does she have a husband?”
“She’s a widow.”
Taryn reached for another chip. “Maybe she has a mysterious, handsome man she travels with,” she teased.
Isabel’s eyes widened. “Mayor Marsha with a secret lover?”
Noelle shook her head. “Okay, I’m kind of with you on that one. While I want her to be happy, it’s kind of strange to think about.”
“We should all be so lucky when we’re her age,” Taryn said firmly. “I vote for the secret lover story. The mayor has earned it.”
“Troublemaker,” Dellina grumbled.
“You know it.”
* * *
TARYN WAS NAKED. Angel stared at her and felt the breath leave his body. Good thing because that made room for more hot blood to fill his groin. She was tall and leggy and totally na**d, with her long hair covering her br**sts and hard ni**les playing peekaboo with him. And speaking of hard—
“Get up.”
“I am up,” he mumbled only to realize the slightly crabby voice wasn’t coming from the vision in front of him but was instead at the periphery of his consciousness. Nor was the voice in question talking about up in the sense that he meant it.
He sat up instantly. But even in his newly awake state, he had the sense to make sure the sheets were covering his now painful erection.
Consuelo stood in the doorway of his bedroom. The hall light was on and she was already dressed. He glanced at the clock and saw it was a few minutes to six.
“Why are you awake so early?” he asked.
“We have to be somewhere.”
“Where?”
“A basketball game. At Score. It’s the PR agency with the football—”
“I know what it is,” he said, willing his penis to calm down. There was no way he could stand with Consuelo in the room. She wasn’t the type to pretend to ignore it, and he didn’t want to take the ribbing.
“You’re crabby,” she told him. “We’re leaving in five minutes. Be ready.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He waited until she walked out of the room and closed the door before standing. He pulled on sweats and a T-shirt and then got socks and athletic shoes. Five minutes later, he was presentable in all ways possible and headed out the door.
It was still dark outside, but first rays of light were visible over the mountains. Consuelo stood by her truck, her keys dangling from her fingers. He noticed she’d removed her engagement ring.
“Hey,” he said, pausing by the passenger door. “You two set the date yet?”
“Do you want me to start the day by killing you? Because I can.”
Her tough talk didn’t bother him. He knew the cause. He grabbed her around the shoulders, then twisted her until he had her in a headlock. He wasn’t trying that hard and she could have broken free at any second, but she didn’t. Instead she leaned into him.
“Don’t be scared,” he said quickly. “Kent’s lucky to have you.”
Consuelo shrugged free of his hold and stared at him. “What if I don’t know how to be what he wants?”
“Dollface, you’re his fantasy.”
“Fantasies change.”
“He’s not going to change his mind. He loves you.”
Under any other circumstances he would have added something like “God knows why.” But she was vulnerable and he wouldn’t tease her when she was down.
“Yeah,” she said, not sounding convinced. “I guess.”
He pulled her close. She stepped into his embrace. He rested his chin on the top of her head. “Look at it this way. If he does change his mind, you can kill him and I’ll help you hide the body.”
She chuckled. “Deal.”
They drove to Score. On the way, Angel briefly wondered if he would see Taryn, only to realize she wasn’t exactly the organized sports type. He’d seen enough of her to know that she had to work out, but in a clean, civilized way. An elliptical, he would guess. Maybe some free weights. Probably pink and with a designer label.
The image made him smile. Yeah, that was Taryn. Not fussy, he thought. Perfect. What he would give to see her with a little mud on her cheeks. Or na**d. Naked worked for him.
They pulled up in front of the offices, then Consuelo made a U-turn. Angel saw the full-sized basketball court and the guys waiting.
Ford and Justice were his business partners. He’d met Jack and Kenny around town and knew Sam by sight. Also joining the game were Ryan Patterson, a local engineer, Raoul Moreno and Josh Golden. Which meant they had a full team.
“Hey,” he said as he and Consuelo walked onto the court.
They greeted each other and shook hands. He half expected a comment about the girl, but her reputation seemed to have preceded her.
Jack stepped into the middle of the group. “Let’s divide up into teams and see who gets their asses handed to them. Sam?”
Sam stepped forward with a cloth bag in his hand. “We’ll draw chips. Consuelo’s team is shirts.”