"Righteous." Tyler patted Jean-Luc on the back.
"I know, right?" another jock agreed.
"Dude, it's like…karma, you know," Tyler said. "Coach is always making me run till I puke."
Coach scrambled up the ladder. His burr haircut was flattened on his square head, and his swimsuit was dripping. "Big deal, candy ass! So you had one lucky shot." He pushed on the stool to make sure it had locked back into place, then settled onto it. "You'll never do it ag—"
Thwack. Coach plummeted back into the water.
The students went wild, bouncing up and down. Two cheerleaders performed some leaps.
"Dude, you are awesome!" Tyler held up his hand for a high five.
Jean-Luc raised a hand and looked a little surprised when it was slapped.
"We've been trying to dunk Coach forever," Tyler's girlfriend shouted over the noise. "But it's so expensive, we ran out of money."
"I understand." Jean-Luc handed Tyler a wad of twenty-dollar bills. "You should all continue to play."
"Dude, you are totally righteous!" Tyler turned toward the other jocks, waving the money. "Balls for everyone! Thanks to Mrs. W.'s new boyfriend!"
Heather winced. Now the whole town would think that was true.
The students cheered, calling Jean-Luc the coolest dude in town. They all lined up to buy balls.
Coach glared at Jean-Luc as he settled back onto his perch. "You bastard!"
Jean-Luc smiled. "I believe my work here is done." He took Heather's arm in his.
She led him toward her daughter and Fidelia. "You realize you're a hero now?"
He nodded, still smiling. "Is that the maypole?"
Heather followed his gaze. "No, it's a flagpole."
"Ah. That's right. This is August. Is it always this hot in Texas?"
"In the summer, yes. And the summer goes on about eight months." Heather groaned inwardly when she spotted Billy headed their way. He was in full uniform, with the usual toothpick in his mouth.
He stopped in front of her and gave Jean-Luc a dismissive glance. "Heather, I want to talk to you alone."
"Why? I haven't done anything wrong."
Billy frowned. "You want to talk about your ex-husband in front of this foreigner?"
Heather winced, remembering her ex's strange behavior the night before. "What did Cody do?"
"I had to lock him up last night. He was babbling like an idiot, claiming to be a cockroach. This morning he was fine, so we let him go. He says he doesn't remember anything."
Heather nodded, her heart sinking. How could she leave Bethany alone with him? "Thanks for letting me know."
Billy tossed his toothpick to the ground. "I guess being married to you drove him crazy."
Ouch. Heather barely had time to register the hurt before she realized there could be a more serious problem. Jean-Luc had stepped in front of her, his hands fisted around his cane.
His voice was soft, but deadly. "Do not insult this woman's honor."
Billy hooked his thumbs in his belt, close to his gun holster. "Are you threatening an officer of the law?"
"That's enough." Heather eased around Jean-Luc and glared at Billy. "Did you know Sasha was in town? She was at my house last night. What a shame you missed her."
Billy's face went pale. "She's here? Sasha came back?"
Heather wanted to kick his teeth in. "She went to San Antonio this afternoon. But she'll be back. She's starring in the charity show at Jean's store in two weeks."
Billy nodded. "Great. I'll be there."
"Excuse us." Heather tugged on Jean-Luc's arm to get away. She headed for the bench where Fidelia and Bethany were waiting. Emma had joined them, and Bethany was talking to her nonstop.
"You're upset with the sheriff, and not just because of his insult," Jean-Luc whispered.
"It's a long story," Heather grumbled.
Jean-Luc stopped. "I like your stories."
She gazed at his sky-blue eyes, and her anger dwindled away. "It's an old wound. I shouldn't let it bother me."
"You said it yourself. Emotional wounds take the longest to heal."
He actually remembered things she said. Amazing. "My mother wanted me to break up with Billy since he was going into law enforcement. When I did, he said he'd only been hanging around me so he could be close to Sasha."
"The bastard." Jean-Luc turned to glare at Billy's retreating figure. "Still, I suspect he cares for you more than you think. He's clearly angry when he sees you in my company."
"Maybe, but I'm just second choice. If he thinks Sasha is available, he forgets all about me."
Heather led Jean-Luc toward her daughter.
Bethany was in the middle of explaining how she'd acquired her new bear. "This is a baby bear, but I really wanted the great big yellow bear. Aunt Fee said it was fixed so that no one can get the big yellow bear."
"That's right, honey." Fidelia nodded. "Your mother tried her best."
With a sigh, Heather handed the cotton candy to her daughter. "Here, sweetie."
"Yummy!" Bethany grinned as she started stuffing pink fluff in her mouth.
Heather figured she was forgiven for her giant bear failure. "Thank you for coming, Emma."
"I'm happy to help." She glanced at Jean-Luc. "Was there a problem with the sheriff?"
Jean-Luc shifted his weight. "There's a…bug problem."
Emma's brows lifted. "The cockroach?"
"I'm so worried about it." Heather motioned with her head toward Bethany. "I don't know if it's safe for her to be with him now."
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Emma gave Jean-Luc a pointed look. "Perhaps you could give some reassurance?"
Did he know something? Heather looked back and forth from Emma to Jean-Luc. There was something unsaid going on between the two of them.
Jean-Luc rubbed his brow. "Heather, if I could speak to you alone—"
"Great idea!" Fidelia pointed toward the river. "Why don't you two take a walk? We'll be fine here." She winked at Heather.
Heather glowered back. Could Fidelia be any more obvious? "I have to get Bethany back to the gazebo in ten minutes for the show."
"We have it covered," Emma declared. "You two go on."
It was a conspiracy. Jean-Luc took her by the elbow and led her toward the dark end of the park.
Without the crowd of people and park lights, the air felt a bit cooler. The noise of the crowd gave way to the drone of locusts.
She tucked some wayward curls behind her ear. "There's a bench at the end of this path, overlooking the river."
"I can see it. It's occupied."
"It is?" Heather squinted, but couldn't make out the bench yet. Maybe she needed to get her eyes checked. "You have really good eyesight."
"Yes." He escorted her off the path to stroll between two rows of pecan trees. "I understand you are concerned about your daughter's safety with her father."
"I am. It's so unlike Cody. He's always been so…normal, I mean in the totally predictable, boring sense. The guy has a ten-step plan for everything and never veers off the set routine."
"Ten steps?" Jean-Luc sounded amused. "What if something can be done in nine steps?"
"Then the world will come to an end." Heather laughed. "Seriously, he has ten steps to polish his shoes, ten steps to gut a fish, ten steps to do the yard. The only exception is making love." Oops.
She winced. That shouldn't have slipped out. Jean-Luc was way too easy to talk to.
"But of course. That would require much more than ten steps."
She winced again. Better to keep her mouth shut.
"How many steps did it take?"
She looked around, even though she couldn't see much of anything. "Looks like we're going to have a good crop of pecans this year."
He stopped. His hand tightened around her elbow, making her stop, too. "How many steps to make love?"
She exhaled. "Three. And I'd rather not discuss it."
"Three? How can that be possible?"
She gritted her teeth. "I did divorce him, you know."
"That is not making love." Jean-Luc's voice deepened with anger. "That is…an abomination."
She stepped back. "It's over. Don't let it bother you."
"But he clearly had no desire to give you pleasure, and that is the main purpose for making love. A man cannot be satisfied if his woman is not."
Heather fluffed her hair off the back of her neck. The temperature must have risen about ten degrees.
"Making love should take hundreds of steps," Jean-Luc announced. "Even a kiss would take at least ten steps."
Heather snorted. "I don't think so. Lips meet, lips part. That's only two steps."
"No tongue?"
"Oh, right. You're French. Okay, lips meet, insert tongue, lips part. Three steps."
He sighed. "You have not been properly kissed."
"Excuse me. I've been kissing for twelve years."
"I have been kissing much longer."
She crossed her arms. "Yeah, I kinda figured that."
He stepped toward her. "Ten steps for a proper kiss."
"And an improper one?" She groaned inwardly. Smart aleck. Now she was asking for trouble.
His teeth flashed white when he grinned. "There's only one way to find out." He dropped his cane on the ground and moved closer. "We shall have to put it to the test."