Would she be like that in bed? Giving a hundred percent, really going for it?
The thought came from nowhere and he quickly pushed it away. Meri could never be more than Hunter’s baby sister. She could dance around naked and beg him to take her—they were never going there.
“Jack? You gonna answer the question?”
Which was? Oh, yeah. “No, I’m not married.”
“You’re not gay, are you? Hunter always wondered.”
He ignored her and the question. If he didn’t react, she would get tired of her game and move on to something else.
She sighed. “Okay, that was funny only to me. So there’s no wife, but is there someone significant?”
“No.”
“Ever been anyone?”
“There have been plenty.”
She looked at him. “You know what I mean. A relationship where you’re exchanging more than bodily fluids. Have you ever been in love?”
“No,” he said flatly. Women tried to get close and he didn’t let them.
“Me, either,” she said with a sigh. “Which is deeply tragic. I want to be in love. I’ve been close. I thought I was in love, but now I’m not so sure. I have trust and commitment issues. It’s from losing my mom when I was young and then losing Hunter. Isn’t it interesting that knowing what the problem is doesn’t mean I can fix it?”
He didn’t know what to say to that. In his world, people didn’t talk about their feelings.
“You lost a brother when you were young,” she said. “That had to have affected you.”
No way he was thinking about that. He stood. “I’m done. I’m going to take a shower.”
She rose and moved close. “Want to take one together?”
He had an instant image of her naked, water pouring over her body. How would she feel? His fingers curled slightly, as if imagining cupping her breasts.
Damn her, he thought. She wasn’t going to win. It was time to stop playing nice.
He moved forward, crowding her. She stepped back until she bumped into a weight bench, then she dropped into a sitting position. He crouched in front of her.
“You do not want to play this game with me,” he told her in a low voice. “I’m not one of your brainy book guys. I have seen things you can’t begin to imagine, I have survived situations you couldn’t begin to invent. You may be smart, but this isn’t about your brain. You can play me all you want, but eventually there will be consequences. Are you prepared for that, little girl?”
“I’m not a little girl.”
He reached behind her and wrapped his hand around her ponytail, pulling just hard enough to force her head back. Then he put his free hand on her throat and stroked the underside of her jaw.
Her eyes widened. He sensed her fighting fear and something else. Something sexual.
He knew because he felt it, too. A pulsing heat that arced between them. Need swirled and grew until he wanted to do a whole lot more than teach her a lesson.
Then she smiled. “I’m getting to you, aren’t I?”
He released her. “In your dreams.”
* * *
Back at the house, Meri went up to her room to change clothes. She didn’t offer to help Jack with his. After their close encounter at the gym, she needed a little time to regroup.
There had been a moment when Jack had touched her that had if not changed everything then certainly captured her attention. A moment when she’d been aware of him as being a powerful man and maybe the slightest bit dangerous.
“I’m not impressed,” she told herself as she brushed out her hair, then slipped into a skimpy sundress that left her arms bare. “I’m tough, too.” Sort of.
Jack was right. He’d been through things she couldn’t begin to imagine. While they’d both changed in the past eleven years, she wondered who had changed more on the inside. Was the man anything like the boy she’d both loved and hated?
Before she could decide, she heard the rumble of a truck engine. A quick glance at her watch told her the delivery was right on time.
“It’s here! It’s here!” she yelled as she ran out of her room and raced down the stairs. “Jack, you have to come see. It’s just totally cool.”
She burst out of the house and danced over to the truck. “Were you careful? You were careful, right? It’s very expensive and delicate and I can’t wait until you set it up. You’re going to calibrate it, right? You know how? You’ve been trained?”
The guy with the clipboard looked at her, then shook his head. “You’re a scientist, aren’t you?”
“Yes. How’d you know?”
“No one else gets that excited about a telescope.” He pointed back at the compact car parked behind the truck. “He calibrates it. I just deliver.”
Jack walked outside and joined her. “A telescope?”
“I know—it’s too exciting for words. It was very expensive, but the best ones are. You won’t believe what we’ll be able to see. And it’s so clear. How long until sunset?”
She looked at the sky. It would be too long but worth the wait.
“You bought a telescope for the house?” he asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“We already have one.”
She wrinkled her nose. “It’s a toy. This is an instrument.”
“But you’re only here for a month.”
Less if her plan went well. “I know, but I want to see the stars. Everything is better when there are stars to look at.”
“You’re leaving it in place, aren’t you?”
“For the families,” she said, watching anxiously as the ramp was lowered on the truck. “I’ll write up some instructions, although it’s computer-guided. They won’t have to do anything but type in what they want to see, then stand back and watch the show. Not that we’ll be using the program. I can find whatever you want to see.”
“I have no doubt.”
She glanced at him. “What?”
“Nothing. Just you.”
Which meant what? Not that Jack would tell her if she asked.
“Hunter would have loved this,” she said absently, knowing her brother would have made fun of her, then spent the whole night looking at the sky.
Thinking about her brother was both wonderful and filled with pain. While she appreciated all the memories she had, she still had a hole in her heart from his passing.
“I think about him every day,” she told Jack. “I think about him and wish he were here. Do you think about him much?”
Jack’s expression closed and he turned away. “No. I don’t think about him at all.”
She knew he couldn’t be telling the truth. He and Hunter had been close for a long time. They’d been like brothers. Jack couldn’t have forgotten that.
Her instinct to be compassionate battled with her annoyance. Temper won.
“Most people improve with age,” she said. “Too bad you didn’t. You not only break your word but you’re a liar, as well.”
Three