Free Opposites Attract by Nora Roberts

reminder of her love for him.
    Closing her eyes, Asher willed herself to sleep. Paris was much too close.
    ***
    Ty! Ty!
    Pausing in the act of zipping the cover on his racket, Ty turned. Pleasure shot into his eyes. In a quick move he dropped his racket and grabbed the woman who had run to him. Holding her up, he whirled her in three dizzying circles before he crushed her against him. Her laughter bounced off the air in breathless gasps.
    â€œYou’re breaking me!” she cried, but hugged him tighter.
    Ty cut off her protest with a resounding kiss, then held her at arm’s length. She was a small woman, nearly a foot shorter than he, nicely rounded without being plump. Her gray-green eyes were sparkling, her generous mouth curved in a dazzling smile. She was a beauty, he thought—had always been a beauty. Love surrounded him. He tousled her hair, dark as his own, but cut in a loose swinging style that brushed her shoulders. “Jess, what are you doing here?”
    Grinning, she gave his ear a sisterly tug. “Being mauled by the world’s top tennis player.”
    Ty slipped an arm around her shoulders, only then noticing the man who stood back watching them. “Mac.” Keeping his arm around Jess, Ty extended a hand.
    â€œTy, how are you?”
    â€œFine. Just fine.”
    Mac accepted the handshake and careful greeting with light amusement. He knew how Ty felt about his little sister—the little sister who was now twenty-seven and the mother of Mac’s child. When he had married Jess, more than two years before, Mac had understood that there was a bond between brother and sister that would not be severed. An only child, he both respected and envied it. Two years of being in-laws had lessened Ty’s caution with him but hadn’t alleviated it. Of course, Mac mused ruefully, it hadn’t helped that he was fifteen years Jess’s senior, or that he had moved her across the country to California, where he headed a successful research and development firm. And then, he preferred chess to tennis. He’d never have gotten within ten yards of Jessica Starbuck if he hadn’t been Martin Derick’s nephew.
    Bless Uncle Martin, Mac thought with a glance at his lovely, adored wife. Ty caught the look and relaxed his grip on his sister. “Where’s Pete?” he asked, making the overture by addressing Mac rather than his sister.
    Mac acknowledged the gesture with a smile. “With Grandma. They’re both pretty pleased with themselves.”
    Jess gave the bubbling laugh that both men loved. “Hardly more than a year old and he can move like lightning. Mom’s thrilled to chase him around for a few weeks. She sends her love,” she told Ty. “You know how she feels about long plane flights.”
    â€œYeah.” He released his sister to retrieve his bag and racket. “I talked to her just last night; she didn’t say anything about your coming.”
    â€œWe wanted to surprise you.” Smug, Jess hooked her hand into Mac’s. “Mac thought Paris was the perfect place for a second honeymoon.” She sent her husband a brief but intimate look. Their fingers tightened.
    â€œThe trick was getting her away from Pete for two weeks.” He gave Ty a grin. “You were a bigger incentive than Paris.” Bending, he kissed the top of his wife’s head. “She dotes on Pete.”
    â€œNo, I don’t,” Jess disagreed, then grinned. “Well, I wouldn’t if Pete weren’t such a smart baby.”
    Mac began to unpack an old, favored pipe. “She’s ready to enroll him in Harvard.”
    â€œNext year,” Jess responded dryly. “So, you’re going in as top seed,” she continued, giving her full attention to her brother. Was there some strain around his eyes? she wondered, then quickly discounted it. “Martin’s proud enough to bust.”
    â€œI was hoping he might make it