Free Faceoff by Kelly Jamieson Page B

aren’t…haven’t…”
    “No!” Her stomach tightened. “But…” She glanced at Remi. She wasn’t used to talking about stuff like this with other women. “Oh wow. Um.” She didn’t even know how to say it.
    “You like him?”
    “Well, of course I do.”
    Remi laughed. “Okay…do you want to do him?”
    “Yeah.” Kyla breathed out a long sigh. “I always have. From the time I was about fifteen years old.”
    Remi’s eyes widened. “Really?”
    “Don’t say anything. Please. Don’t tell anyone. I tried so hard not to let on. One summer, when I was about eighteen, Tag figured it out. But nothing ever happened because he basically turned me down.” She made a face.
    Remi gave Kyla a slow, pretty smile. She was really sweet, Kyla had to admit. And smart. “I won’t say anything. But I think he’s figured it out again.”
    Kyla blew out a soft breath, remembering the near-sex-on-the-beach they’d had earlier. “Yeah.”

Chapter Seven
     
    That night the Heller boys and the MacIntosh siblings all went to The Pelican, the bar on the beach. They sat on the big wooden deck, listening to the live band that played every weekend, drinking beer and coolers and talking. Matt met up with a group of girls he knew from high school who were dressed in short shorts and skimpy tank tops and who were flirting outrageously with him. And he was flirting back.
    Tag smiled and shook his head, lifting his beer bottle to his lips.
    “This is so gorgeous,” Remi said, gazing out at the lake being tinted pink and peach and gold by the setting sun. “It’s like Lake Michigan.”
    “Not nearly as big,” Tag said. “Lake Michigan is the third largest lake in North America. Lake Winnipeg is the seventh.”
    “Did you read that on a Trivial Pursuit card last night?” Kyla asked with a smirk. He grinned.
    “No. I happened to know that. That’s why I’m so good at Trivial Pursuit.”
    “We tied at one game each,” she reminded him, leaning back in the white plastic chair she sat in.
    “They’re both huge lakes,” Remi said. “You can’t see the other side, so it’s big. And the sand is much nicer here. It’s incredible, so soft and white.”
    “Yeah.”
    Tag watched Kyla lift one knee to prop her bare foot on the edge of the chair. She was wearing shorts almost as short as those puck bunnies hitting on Matt and a little T-shirt that hugged her breasts, the words “I’m a lawyer, not a magician” printed on the front. Cute.
    A hand landed on his shoulder and he turned to see Matt standing behind him. “Hey, dude,” Matt said in a low voice, crouching beside Tag’s chair. “Can I use that tent tonight?”
    Tag frowned. “No.”
    “Why not? You’re not seriously going to sleep out there, are you?”
    “Yeah. I am.”
    “Look.” Matt glanced at the girls. “All three of those girls want to…you know.”
    Whoa. “Not in my tent.”
    “But if I’m in the tent, my snoring won’t bug you. You can have the bedroom all to yourself.”
    That wasn’t going to work for what Tag had planned for the tent. “No way. The tent is mine.” He already had his things out there, everything he was going to need later…
    “Oh man! Come on! Three girls! At the same time!”
    Tag caught Kyla’s eye and knew she’d overheard when her lips twitched. She leaned over, her breasts brushing his arm. “Come on, Tag, think of your little brother.”
    He scowled at her, then looked back at Matt. “No. That’s final. Find somewhere else for your…your…”
    “Ménage à quatre?” Kyla suggested.
    “Er…yeah.”
    “Shit.” Matt stomped away.
    Kyla laughed softly, still leaning near enough to him that he could smell her hair, a spicy floral scent mingled with a faint hint of coconut that remained from her sunscreen. Remembering applying that sunscreen to her sweet little body had him instantly hard as a hockey stick. He shifted in his chair. They had to get out of there and back to the cottage. Er, tent.
    “I