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Kissing Her Crazy(4)

By:Kira Archer


They talked a little more, and then Tyler jumped up and down, a huge grin on his face. He held his arms up to the man who swung Tyler up on his shoulders and started walking toward her. Tyler looked so natural sitting up on the man’s shoulders, giggling and chatting away. She’d have to take the man out to dinner or something to thank him for rescuing her baby.

The world spun around her again, and she wasn’t sure if it was from sheer and utter relief that Tyler was safely out of the water, the insanely hot sun she’d been standing in for the better part of the afternoon, the fact that she’d been up to her shins in water for the first time in twenty-four years, or the realization that the tempting man with the amazing smile had an incredible body to match. Her panic had eclipsed anything else, including the toned muscles and broad shoulders of her new hero. But with her son safely out of harm’s way, it was hard not to notice. The man had the body of a freaking god, all tanned and hard, streams of water running down his chest and glistening in the sun.

The stranger took Tyler down from his shoulders, and his smile warmed the residual ice from her blood that Tyler’s stunt and her own little foray into the pool had put there. Her son’s hand slipped into hers. She looked up at the man to say thank you.

The last thing she saw was the smile dropping off his face before everything went black.





Chapter Two

Elliot carried the woozy woman into his room, her little boy following anxiously behind.

“Is Mommy going to be okay?”

Elliot glanced down, feeling like he had in grade school whenever the teacher had called on him to answer a question he couldn’t answer—squirming with anxiety and no clue what to say. He sure as hell hoped the woman was okay because he had no idea what to do with the kid.

“No worries, little man. She’ll be fine. I promise.”

He laid her down on the bed, making sure her head was cradled comfortably on the pillows. She looked up at him, squinting like she couldn’t quite make him out. Then she sighed and closed her eyes. Within seconds, a faint snore emanated from her perfect heart-shaped mouth. His eyebrows rose, and he glanced back at the boy who giggled.

“Mommy’s snoring.”

Elliot bit back a laugh, held his finger up to his lips, and mock whispered, “Let’s be quiet so she can sleep.”

The boy nodded and clapped his lips together. He stood staring at Elliot. At a total loss, Elliot turned back to the woman. He took off her fanny pack—the fact that she wore one had probably shocked him more than her fainting into his arms—pulled a light blanket up over her and stood back. Her blond curls spread over the pillows like a halo. Her full lips were slightly parted, and he had the sudden urge to lean down and kiss her.

He almost snorted. The last chick he’d dated had been disturbingly into fairy tales and had made him watch a lot of Disney films. Casting himself in the roll of Prince Charming wasn’t something that had ever entered his mind before.

The little boy climbed up next to his mother and patted her cheek.

“Mommy,” he whispered.

When she didn’t respond, he looked up at Elliot, his blue eyes open wide.

The lifeguard had checked her out and had figured it was probably heat exhaustion combined with a possible panic attack, if the look on her face when she’d waded into the pool had been any indication. He’d recommended taking her to her room and calling the hotel doc. Elliot wasn’t real sure about hauling a nauseous, hysterical woman with a kid into his hotel room, but he’d done what the lifeguard suggested. The front desk assured him the doctor was on the way. Hopefully, the man would get there soon.

“What’s your mom’s name?” he asked the boy.

“Mommy.”

Elliot grinned. “I know, but what’s her real name? What do other people call her?”

His nose wrinkled. “Uncle Oz calls her Lenny, but Mommy doesn’t like that.”

Elliot laughed. “Lenny, huh. Oh. Uncle Oz? Is your uncle Nathaniel Oserkowski?”

“Yup. That’s my name, too. Tyler Nathaniel Oserkowski.”

“Good to meet you, little dude. I’m Elliot Debusshere.”

“My name’s not dude. It’s Tyler.”

“Oh. Okay. Sorry. Hi, Tyler.”

Tyler just looked at him. Okay then. Elliot cleared his throat. “I’m your aunt Cherice’s brother.”

That got a grin out of him. “Aunt Cher!”

“Yep. So it looks like we’re family.”

Tyler’s face scrunched in confusion at that new concept.

There was a knock on the door, and Elliot hurried over to let the doctor in.

After a quick exam and diagnosis of mild heat exhaustion and anxiety, the doctor left with orders for rest and water, and he was once again alone with Tyler. Once the boy had been assured his mother would be okay, he’d turned his attention to his surroundings. Elliot watched the little kid wander around, poking into corners, looking into cabinets.