Straddling the Line(8)

"Seriously. How did you know that?"

"Your dad and I had some conversations. He was very proud of you. He  said you could have done anything with your life that you wanted-you got  your degree in special education and in journalism."

"And I chose journalism." She looked out over the water. "I don't know if that's very noble."

"It's what you wanted to do, isn't it?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I suppose at the time. It seemed more  exciting to me. I had the opportunity to travel and I so wanted to get  out of Oklahoma. Plus, I love sports. That's why I chose journalism over  teaching."         

     



 

"Sports is exciting to me. I couldn't dream of ever doing anything else. You think what I do is noble?"

She opened her mouth, then closed it.

"Okay, then. So neither of us is noble. Get over yourself, Haven."

She shook her head. "You don't understand. At first I wanted to teach. I  loved tutoring, loved the classes, but the lure of journalism was  there, too. Hence the dual degrees. I couldn't decide what I wanted  more. And that's why it took me longer to graduate, too."

"So you're beating yourself up because you're doing what makes you happy?"

"Who says I'm beating myself up?"

And he wondered if she was really happy. "I do. Journalism is an exciting career."

"Teaching can be, too."

"Teaching is a grueling, thankless career and you know it. I'm sure it was a tough career choice to make."

"But I loved it. I loved the classes, loved my students when I was  tutoring, and student teaching. Why didn't I choose that instead?"

"Because you didn't love it enough?"

She sighed. "Maybe. I don't know. It's not that I don't like this-" She  looked at him. "This used to fuel me. And the opportunity I had to do  sportscasting for a network. God, a year ago I would have killed for a  spot like that."

"But?"

"But then, you know, the stuff with my dad happened."

"And it threw you off. It banked the fire some."

"I guess so. Lately I've been in some kind of funk and I can't seem to drag myself out of it."

"Because you miss your dad, and that's okay."

"It's been long enough. I shouldn't still feel this way."

"I don't think you can put a timeline on grief. You feel it and it consumes you until it doesn't anymore."

She looked over at him. "You speak like you know about it."

"I've lost some people I care about, so yeah. I do know how it feels.  And I cared about your dad, too. Losing him was hard on me. I still feel  like there's a hole, like something's missing in my life."

She laid her hand on his arm. "I know you cared deeply for my dad. He  loved you, too. He loved all you guys like you were his kids."

"Not as much as he loved you. He talked about you all the time. He was  so damn proud of you, Haven. And no matter what choices you make, he'd  still be proud of you."

She nodded, and he saw the tears fill her eyes.

"Yeah."

She stood and started up the steps. "I think that's enough playtime. How about we get back to work?"

He'd started this with his conversation about her dad. She'd been  relaxed and having fun, and now she was hurting again. Time to change  the mood.

"I don't know. You look like you might need to get dunked."

Before she could object, he stood, swooped her up into his arms, and dunked them both underwater.

She came up sputtering, parting her hair that had fallen in front of her face.

"Goddammit, Trevor. Talk about a blindside."

He laughed and shook his head back and forth to clear the water from his eyes and his hair from his face.

Haven pushed away, shoving her palm over the surface of the water to splash at him. She swam to the stairs and climbed out.

"Oh, come on, Haven."

"Whatever. You need to find my sunglasses, which are no doubt at the bottom of the pool somewhere, thanks to you dunking me."

"Yes, ma'am." He dove down and searched, finding her glasses resting on  the bottom of the pool. When he came up, he only had a second to blink  before Haven cannonballed into the pool next to him. Water catapulted  over his head like a tsunami. Now it was his turn to sputter.

He swiped his face and turned to see her grinning at him. She took her  sunglasses from him and slid them on. "Just a little payback," she said,  before swimming away.

"Oh, I don't think so." He took off after her.

She laughed, then shrieked when he grasped her ankle and pulled her  back. He tugged her against him, cradling her in his arms so she  couldn't escape, though she tried.

"Hey, you started it," she said.

"And you volleyed back. That means we're at war."

Her body felt good against his. He liked holding her, liked seeing her  breasts up close. And okay, so he was a little voyeuristic. Who could  blame him, since Haven was beautiful, had a great body, and he liked to  hear her laugh.

"War, huh? I do like a challenge."

"Not much you can do about it in your current position."

"You wouldn't think so, would you?" Until she tugged at a few of his  chest hairs, causing him to yelp and let go of her. Then she dove under  the water and did the unthinkable. She jerked his board shorts down,  then swam away in a hurry. By the time he'd tugged them back up, she was  already out of the pool, offering up a smug smile as she reached for  her towel.         

     



 

"Oh, now it's on," he said, climbing out of the pool and coming out after her with deliberate intent.

She backed away. "Hey. It was a means to an end, Trevor. I was trying to get free."

He came closer, and she ran.

But he was a lot faster, and caught up to her, pulling her against him  and flinging them both into the deep end. He heard her shriek of  laughter as they both went under, and this time, he untied the top of  her bikini, keeping hold of her as they came up. Treading water, he  caught the back of her strapless top and pulled it away, holding it  above the water like a trophy.

"Trevor," she said, her eyes widening as she looked at her top in his hands. "I'll take that back."

"Hey, I told you it was on. And I always win." He couldn't see anything  because she was under the water, but at least she wasn't mad.

In fact, she shrugged. "Have it your way." She swam to the shallow end  and calmly walked up the steps, her lush, ample bare breasts visible.  She went to the chaise and grabbed her towel. "Enjoy your trophy. I'm  going to take a shower, then it's back to work for both of us."

He couldn't help but admire the sleek line of her back as she walked away.

She had amazing breasts, too. Her dark nipples had puckered from the  chill in the air, making him want to put his mouth on them and warm  them. She made him hard watching the way her hips swayed as she walked  away.

Haven was a revelation, a really nice surprise he hadn't been expecting.

She wasn't here so he could seduce her, though. Too bad, because he'd  like to put his hands on her again, this time to do more than play in  the pool.

But he'd made a promise, and he intended to stick to it.

And as he climbed out of the pool, he looked down at her bikini top clutched in his hand and smiled.

Nothing said there couldn't be some fun in it for both of them, though, right?





FIVE




AFTER HER SHOWER, HAVEN GOT DRESSED AND WENT back downstairs. Trevor  wasn't there. She looked out on the pool deck for him, but he wasn't  there, either. He was probably still upstairs, so she went into the  kitchen and fixed herself a glass of water, needing something to cool  her down after their interlude.

She found her bikini top lying over the kitchen faucet. She shook her  head, and ran her top upstairs, tossing it into the bathroom sink before  returning downstairs. The last thing she needed was for Hammond to find  various parts of her clothing in the kitchen. She was supposed to be  here for professional reasons, not fun and games.

Damn Trevor for finding new ways to turn her on. Then again, he'd been  right-she had started it. She just hadn't known how hard a player he  was, how much of a competitive nature he had. Now she knew, and she'd  keep her distance.

She heard him coming down the stairs, so she turned around and leaned  against the counter, wishing she could put something-anything-between  them. She felt like she needed a shield to ward off all the testosterone  that seemed to roll off him.

Or maybe that was just her imagination.

"There you are," he said, grinning as he walked by and looking at the  sink, where her bikini top used to be. "Swimming was fun. We should do  that again."

"No, we definitely should not. I'd like to not bare my breasts to anyone who happens to be watching."

He laughed and leaned against the counter next to her. "I don't have any  neighbors within viewing distance of my backyard. That's why I bought  this property. It's plenty private."

"There's Hammond."

"His errands will take him away from the house for the rest of the day. So no one saw your boobs but me."