Foolish Games(68)

“Uh-huh.” Will eyed her warily. “Gavin hasn’t seen him in a week. I told him how Owen’s changed a lot since then.”

Gavin gave the halfhearted shrug of a guy doing whatever it took to appease his best friend.

“Oh, he has, Gavin,” she said earnestly. “You should go peek at him. His mustache has completely come in already.”

Will scowled at her while Gavin choked back a laugh.

She traced a finger down Will’s arm. “You were going to show me that tree with the trunk that grew in the shape of a heart, remember?”

Gavin snorted. “Jeez, Connelly, are you still using that old tree trunk line to lure girls into the woods?”

Will pinned his friend with his death stare.

“Fine.” Gavin put his hands up in front of his chest. “I’ll go check your son’s facial hair. Maybe I’ll take him to the barber while you two play in the woods.” Gavin ambled over to the stroller.

“So, what’s with your sudden interest in dendrology, Princess?”

His overstuffed brain was really obnoxious, especially poised as it was on the body of a virile Viking warrior.

She crossed her arms. “You told me about it, and now I want to see it for myself. Are you going to show me, or do I ask one of your fellow gym rats over there?” She pointed to the men he and Gavin had just separated from.

“If you’re gonna ask one of them, you probably shouldn’t use the word dendrology.”

Julianne huffed in frustration as she marched around the massive body that blocked her way and stormed toward the path into the woods. “Never mind. I’ll find it myself.”

The man was so infuriating! The heck with Annabeth and Hank. She was done protecting them. Let them face the wrath of William the Conqueror on their own.

With his long legs, Will caught up to her in three strides. No sooner had they rounded the corner of the garden shed than he had her pushed against the wall, his big body holding her prisoner. Julianne relaxed immediately into the warmth of his embrace, laying her cheek against his chest. She let her hands roam the length of his back while he nuzzled her ear.

“What am I going to do with you, Princess?”

“Mmm, I have a few suggestions.” She lifted her lips to his jaw.

Will kissed her temples, her eyelids, and the tip of her nose. She moaned, trying to pull his lips in for a kiss.

“Unh-uh.” He pulled his mouth away. “I’m trying to think of an appropriate punishment for you for running interference so I wouldn’t intercept my mother and Hank.”

Busted. Julianne leaned back against the Hardie board wall of the shed, her breathing uneven. “Really, Will. Why does this thing with your mom and Hank upset you so much?”

“Because I don’t want to see her hurt!”

“She’s a big girl.” She stroked a hand over his muscular chest. “And I think Hank must really feel something for her. Or else why would he risk angering his team’s star player? He’s risking a lot for a relationship with your mom.”

Will’s eyes shuttered as his giant brain processed her theory, clearly an idea he hadn’t considered before.

Julianne arched back into his body, her lips making a beeline for his jaw. “Besides, this part is kind of fun. Sneaking around and all that. Can you blame your mom?”

His big body trembled. “Julianne, that’s not the mental picture I want to have of my mother and Hank Osbourne.”

She laughed as she slid a finger into the waistband of his shorts, gently tracing the warm, soft skin beneath. Will instantly stiffened, his lips finding that sweet spot where her neck met her shoulder.

“This is what I wanted. I wanted you to drag me back here because you missed me.” His breath against her skin made her shiver with need. “Because you want me.”

For such a smart man, he was really an idiot sometimes. Did he not see how much she wanted him every moment? How much she needed him? How much power he had over her?

“Oh, God, Will. Don’t you get it?” she confessed, giving him the power to destroy her if he wished. “I miss you whenever you leave the room. I miss you as soon as you leave my body. Sometimes . . . sometimes it’s so overwhelming that I’m beginning to think I really am bat crazy.”

“It’s bat-shit crazy. And I think we both probably are.” And then he finally kissed her.





Twenty-one





“Home sweet home.” Will’s whole body was tense as he stood with Julianne just outside the double-wide trailer in the Seaside Vista Trailer Park, where he’d grown up. The aluminum exterior had been painted some sort of blue shade before the sun had had its way with it. His mother’s once-prized rosebushes wilted in the hot afternoon sun, years’ worth of neglect dragging down any buds hearty enough to attempt to bloom. The wooden sunporch Will had constructed with Gavin and Gavin’s dad was in dire need of a fresh coat of paint.