Travis Kingsley looked like a fairer-skinned version of Keylan. A wildly successful cattle rancher, he was the only son of Keylan’s aunt Elizabeth. Travis served as Chairman of the Board of Directors for the family’s foundation.
“You don’t want none of this, son,” Keylan replied, laughing, placing his phone down on the bench before the two men bumped fists.
“What are you doing here and what has you so engrossed in thought that you didn’t hear me coming? You know what Aunt Victoria always says,” Travis prompted.
“Always be aware of your surroundings,” they said in unison.
Keylan nodded. “How can I forget? She only drilled it in our heads for years.” The two men were more like brothers than cousins. After all, they’d all been raised together.
“So what’s going on? I hear you were working with our Down’s kids,” Travis asked. “I know how special that group is to you.”
“Yeah, they’re a really great bunch of kids. I had no idea we’d doubled our initial admission numbers.”
“I know, and while I appreciate you finally making time to stop by, I can’t help but wonder what prompted this visit, especially while you’re in the middle of your rehab.” Travis leaned against the locker, crossed his arms at his chest and his feet at the ankles.
“I can’t believe the story hasn’t been picked up by the media yet.” Keylan grabbed his phone and searched his name online. “Yep, it’s there.”
“What’s there?”
Keylan handed Travis his phone. He preferred for his cousin to read the articles for himself. “Man, that’s BS. Z’s reaction to that play was a flop. Everyone knows he made that fall look worse than it really was. Now you get suspended for three games, along with having to pay a fine and perform community service because of his punk-ass move.”
“I really don’t mind doing the service or paying the fine. Hell, I’ll even accept the three-game suspension, although I do find it excessive, especially since it won’t be imposed until next season. It’s being labeled a selfish bully on the court. I may be aggressive when I play, but I’m no selfish bully.”
“Since when do you give a damn about what people think?”
“Since now,” Keylan said, accepting his phone back from Travis.
“Now I see why you were so deep in thought when I came up. But there’s no better place to get your hours completed than in a place you help build and financially support.”
“Tell that to our activities director.” Keylan sat his phone on the bench next to his keys.
“Mia?” Travis’s eyes widened and he stood straight.
“She thinks I’m a rich and overprivileged playboy.”
Travis grimaced. “Well...”
“Okay, but she also thinks I’m only here going through the motions.”
“That’s because she doesn’t know your history here or the fact that you paid for that massive gym with your NBA money. I guess you failed to mention those facts.” Travis smiled. “She’s good people. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
Keylan rose from the bench and placed his hands in his pockets. “Why the defense...she yours or something?”
A smile crawled across Travis’s face as he stood in silence for a moment. “Why? You interested or something?”
Keylan and his cousin had always been competitive when it came to sports and sometimes business, but never when it came to women. Blood was blood. As much as it bothered Keylan to lie to his cousin, if Travis had a thing for Mia, he would never know how much Keylan was attracted to her, too.
“You know she’s not my type...too short. Plus, she has a kid. I don’t date women with kids, although Colby really is cute and could use some KJs or at least some Jordans in his life. Those Velcro things she’s got on his feet are ridiculous.”
Travis gave Keylan a lopsided grin. “What?”
“You do like her.” Travis burst out laughing, slowly clapping his hands.
Keylan reached down and picked up his phone and keys. “I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“Well...” Keylan said, trying but failing to look disinterested.
“Well, what?” Travis teased. Keylan glared at him. “No man, Mia is great, but she’s my friend and our employee. That’s all.”
“Really?”
“Really. But heed my warning—Mia’s not one to be toyed with,” Travis warned.
“I’m not looking to toy with anyone. Besides, she’s not—”
“Your type, so you’ve said. I’m not buying it.”
“If she’s so great, why didn’t you asked her out? Or have you? What, she turn you down?” Keylan laughed.
“She’s our employee, so no, I haven’t asked her out. If you’re not interested, why all the questions?”
Good question.
While Mia wasn’t the type of woman Keylan usually went for—tall, agreeable and strictly fun—the idea of Mia and Travis together annoyed the hell out of him. Keylan’s phone beeped and he was relieved by the interruption. He read his text. “What’s up with my mom? She’s texted me like ten times within the last thirty minutes.”
“She’s trying to confirm that you’ll be at the dinner meeting she scheduled tonight.”
“Why, what’s going on?”
“I don’t know, but it must be something big, because she sent James to give me a personal invite since I didn’t answer her twenty text messages.”
Keylan shook his head. “Man, my mother is something else. I’m surprised James hasn’t quit with all the crazy errands she makes him run.”
“James quit? Never. He’s been Aunt Victoria’s personal assistant since your dad died.” Travis’s forehead creased. “Did you ever wonder if he and your mom—?”
“Hell no,” Keylan admitted, shivering at the thought. “I wouldn’t want to know, either.”
“Me, either. Just send her a text and let her know you’ll be there tonight.”
Keylan sighed and obliged. “I swear, if this ends up being another one of her ‘When are you going to settle down and give me grandbabies?’ speeches, I’m going to get up and leave. It’s not like she’s the warm-and-fuzzy-grandmother type who wants grandkids she can boast about and hang out with. All she’s concerned about is having heirs to carry on her legacy.”
“So, back to you and Mia.”
A beautiful, sassy and very sexy woman with a really cool kid is the last thing I need in my life right now. “There is no me and Mia,” Keylan said, heading for the exit.
Mia walked through the door of her three-bedroom bungalow behind her son, holding two bags of groceries and her son’s backpack.