Her Last First Date. Сьюзен Мэллери
He grinned. “That’s not gonna happen.”
Crissy shook her head. “You are so wrong.”
The sun was close to setting, but there were plenty of lights on in Pete’s backyard. Josh collected a beer from a cooler and walked over to one of the lounge chairs by the football game that was just starting. Despite Brandon’s pleading, he’d refused another round. His nephew’s enthusiastic tackle earlier than afternoon had left him bruised and limping.
As he settled down, he saw an unexpected addition to the lineup. His gaze narrowed in on a perfect backside sticking out during the huddle. Crissy? Playing football? He looked down at the ground. In those boots?
It didn’t seem possible, but when they clapped and broke, she headed for the front line. Pete was across from her. She grinned.
“You’re not going to stop me,” she told him.
“That’s what you think.”
Crissy laughed, then turned and watched as the ball was snapped. Seconds later, she was flying down the field.
Pete and Abbey had bought the rambling old house because it had plenty of bedrooms for all the kids they wanted and because the yard was massive. They’d been determined to have the place all the kids in the neighborhood wanted to play. So there was plenty of room for Crissy to sprint downfield.
Despite what had to be three-inch heels on her boots, she moved with a speed that stunned the hell out of him. Brandon, normally the fastest guy on the field, couldn’t keep up.
She suddenly stopped, turned and caught the ball, then raced between the goal line markers. She spiked the ball, then crossed to Brandon.
“You were saying?” she asked.
“You’re totally bad,” the boy breathed. “That was awesome. Even if you’re a girl.”
“So maybe now you’ll stop underestimating what girls can do.”
“I guess.”
He looked stunned. Josh had to admit he was right there with him. He’d known that Crissy owned a couple of gyms and it made sense that she worked out, but he’d never guessed she could play like this. What would she be able to do in athletic shoes?
He told himself he could never go jogging with her. She would leave him gasping in the dust.
The two teams lined up again. This time Pete’s team had the ball. They used a running play. Crissy was right there with Pete as he raced up field with the ball.
She was soon level with him, then she calmly reached over and plucked the ball from his grasp. He was so shocked by her action that he actually let go. Seconds later, she was running back the way she’d come. It was over in an instant. She crossed the goal line again.
Brandon yelled and ran over. They high-fived each other.
“Girls rule,” she said.
“I guess,” Brandon muttered.
Abbey settled in the seat next to Josh’s. “I feel vindicated,” she said. “We need more Crissys in the world.”
“I’m thinking one is all we can handle.”
“You know she’d kick your butt out there.”
“I do, but you don’t have to be so happy about it.”
“Female solidarity.” She leaned back in the chair. “It’s going well.”
He nodded. “Maybe it’s going to work out. You all deserve that.”
“Does the ‘you all’ include Crissy?”
“I’m not sure.”
“You need to trust her. Pete and I do.”
She and Pete had always been dreamers, believing the best in everyone. Josh had offered to act as go-between in this situation mostly to get to know Crissy so he could step in and prevent any trouble. Someone had to watch out for his brother and sister-in-law. But so far, he liked what he saw. Crissy hadn’t tried to push her way into anything. She’d held back and observed. Maybe things would work out.
“She’s not married,” Abbey said.
He groaned. “Get off of me.”
“Why? She’s lovely. You can’t tell me you can look at her and not notice that? She’s so physical and smart. It’s an irresistible combination.”
He grunted because what was there to say? Yes, he’d noticed Crissy. She was all his sister-in-law said, plus sexy enough to make even his dormant body notice. But noticing was a long way from acting.
“You can’t live like a monk forever.”
“I won’t,” he said, even though he had no plans to change his current status.
“She’s right there. Ripe for the taking.”
He turned to Abbey and raised his eyebrows. “Are you serious? Ripe for the taking? Who talks like that?”
“I do. You need a woman.”
This was a conversation he did not want to be having. “So you’re suggesting I use Brandon’s birth mother for sex?”
“You have to start somewhere and she’s family.”
“All the more reason to avoid her. Sleeping with Crissy isn’t a complication any of us need.”
“Fine. Sleep with someone else, I don’t care. But you have to do something. Have you even been with anyone since Stacey died?”
There was no point in answering the question—they both knew the truth.
Josh didn’t know how to explain that he wasn’t interested in being with anyone. He hadn’t been avoiding intimacy—he hadn’t been tempted enough to bother. He had a feeling that part of him had died with his wife.
“I’m not asking you to risk your heart,” Abbey said. “Just give the equipment a test drive. You might like it. You used to like it.”
“I will not discuss my sex life with you.”
“You don’t have a sex life, or any life. That’s my point.” She turned to face him. “Josh, please. It’s been long enough. You can’t stay emotionally buried forever.”
But that’s exactly what he wanted. A life without emotion, without feeling. Because falling in love and then losing Stacey had nearly killed him. He wasn’t willing to risk that again. Not for anyone.
Chapter Three
Crissy made it a point to leave with the first rush of guests. She didn’t want to linger and create a potentially awkward situation. So far the visit had been easy and fun, which was a definite plus. Why mess with that?
She collected her jacket and her purse, then found Abbey in the kitchen. “Do you go into the other rooms of the house?” Crissy asked, her voice teasing. “Or is it just this one?”
“Only the kitchen,” Abbey told her with a smile. “I sleep in the broom closet.”
Pete strolled into the room. “Are you leaving? Thanks for coming. Things went well.”
“I agree. You’ve both been great.”
“We’re happy to have you hang around,” Abbey said. “What do you want the next step to be?”
Crissy didn’t have a clue. “Can I get back to you on that?” she asked.
“Sure. Call me and we’ll talk.”
Crissy nodded and headed for the front door. She paused when someone touched her arm.
“Leaving?” Josh asked.
“Yes.