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Nathan tried to gain the upper hand, but Leo was a slippery sucker. His son elbowed him in the stomach and kicked him in the thigh. Nathan grunted in pain, scrambling for a better hold. His foot scraped against a sharp rock as they waded into deeper water. Leo broke free and retaliated with a swift punch in the mouth.

Nathan’s head rocked to the side. He fell into the waist-high water and let himself sink. The urge to fight left his body. It was a well-placed hit, but probably not full strength, and nowhere near a knockout.

Good one.

Nathan didn’t plan to stay under for more than a few seconds. He just wanted to avoid a second blow. To his astonishment, Leo came after him. He put his arms around Nathan and hauled him upright.

“Dad!”

Nathan found his footing and turned to gape at Leo, who’d clearly been worried. About
him
. His throat got tight and tears flooded his eyes. Nathan swiped a hand down his face, laughing suddenly.

“You were faking,” Leo accused.

“No,” he said, tasting blood. “You laid me flat.”

“What the fuck is so funny?”

“You thought I was drowning.”

Nathan didn’t know
why
that was funny, but it was. Maybe because he’d been horrified by the thought of Leo drowning at Mavericks. Maybe because they were both fools, and it felt good to act stupid with his son.

“You’re an asshole,” Leo said, but he was smiling.

Still chuckling, Nathan swam into the deeper water. Leo followed, dunking him for good measure. Nathan returned the favor. He knew the issues between them couldn’t be solved by an afternoon of horseplay. But for now, at least they weren’t angry.

When he caught his breath, he noted that Abby and Brooke were watching from a distance. Although the altercation had ended on a friendly note, it hadn’t started that way, and women tended not to approve of such shenanigans. Nathan didn’t, either. He’d removed players from his team for brawling.

“She thinks you’re an idiot,” Leo said, following his gaze.

“What does Brooke think of you?”

“The same.”

Nathan dunked him again, not caring at all.

CHAPTER FIVE

A
BBY
HELD
HER
BREATH
as Brooke dove off a twenty-foot boulder.

She hit the water with a gentle splash and stayed under for several long seconds. Abby watched, her heart racing, until Brooke resurfaced next to Leo, who’d been waiting for her. Grinning, he gave her a high five.

They were both daredevils, egging each other on. Leo had gauged the depth of the lake and deemed it safe, with one exception. There was a large rock about six feet underneath the surface on the left side. Leo treaded water above it while Brooke jumped, and vice versa. They were using the buddy system, as promised.

That didn’t mean Abby could relax. She tensed every time Brooke was airborne, imagining worst-case scenarios. She knew Brooke well enough to anticipate increasingly dangerous feats. Leo had started with short leaps and cannonballs from a smaller boulder. Now Brooke was high-diving. Backflips would be next.

Sure enough, Leo scrambled to the top and attempted a forward somersault. He didn’t quite get his legs straight before he hit the water, which concerned Abby. But he came up to the surface quickly. Brooke twined her arms around his neck in a manner that would invite a kiss from any interested, available boy. Leo did something underneath the water that made her squeal and swim away.

Abby glanced at Nathan, who was lounging on the narrow beach beside her. He hadn’t blinked an eye at their reckless jumps or flirty touching. Then again, he’d also laughed when his son punched him in the face.

“She has no sense of caution,” Abby said, feeling obligated to explain Brooke’s behavior. “That’s why she was surprised you lied to those men. She notices attention and creepy looks on occasion. But she doesn’t anticipate danger, and she only sees the good in people.”

He rested his forearm on a bent knee. “That’s a nice quality to have.”

“It terrifies me.”

“I don’t blame you.”

Abby appreciated the acknowledgment. Ray had always denied there was a problem. “She got knocked out during the San Diego earthquake. I’ve always wondered if the head trauma changed her. Ever since then, she’s been more adventurous, more ambitious.”

He studied Leo and Brooke for a moment, his brow furrowed. She got the impression that he found his son lacking in comparison. Maybe, as a former pro athlete, he had higher expectations than the average parent. “Should I talk to Leo?”

“He’s done nothing wrong.”

“To be fair, neither has she.”

Abby was glad he didn’t think badly of Brooke. Her daughter seemed determined to be a matchmaker. Abby’s cheeks heated at the memory of the body hair remark. Although Abby had no particular preference either way, his chest
was
delicious. He looked strong and fit, with hard muscles and a flat stomach. He didn’t have that much hair, just a lightly furred area on his pecs and an intriguing trail down his belly.

“I hope those hikers didn’t follow us,” she said, tearing her gaze away.

“I kept glancing over my shoulder, and I didn’t see them.”

Abby wished she had her cell phone. She could have taken an incognito picture of them and done an internet search. This lake was the site of the drowning. Her fingers itched to scroll for information about local runaways and hunting accidents.

Brooke climbed the boulder and prepared to dive again. Abby stifled a gasp as Brooke took a running leap off the edge and spread out like a flying squirrel. About halfway down, she tucked into a smooth somersault and plummeted into the lake. Abby didn’t unclench her fists until Brooke broke through the surface.

“You know what you should do,” Nathan said.

“What?”

“Try it.”

“Jumping off?”

The corner of his mouth turned up. “There’s only one cure for fear of the unknown.”

Her pulse pounded at the thought of taking that plunge, sinking into the deep. So far, the trip had been full of triggers. Strange men in the woods, physical altercations, extreme stunts. Everything made her uneasy, from the thick forest to the wide expanse of open water before her. “Is it that obvious?”

“Your discomfort, you mean?”

She nodded.

“Not really. Ballplayers learn to read body language and facial expressions. We have to anticipate a player’s next move.”

“Does it work with Leo?”

He touched the sore spot on his lip, rueful. “Apparently not.”

Nathan appeared to have instigated the fight. Despite this brief lapse in maturity, she still liked him. At least he hadn’t traded punches with Leo. Somehow, the macho shoving match had broken the ice between them.

Men.

Abby frowned on Nathan’s methods, but she could relate to what he was going through. She understood how it felt to be torn apart. He also seemed aware of his own failings and desperate to improve. That was appealing to her. The fact that he was handsome, well-built and observant didn’t hurt, either. He might not have a clue about communicating with his son, but he knew how to please a woman. Shivery intuition told her that.

She inhaled a sharp breath, drawing his attention to her chest. Her nipples pebbled against the wet fabric of her bikini top.

He returned his attention to the lake. “I need to get back in the water.”

It
was
hot. Sweat trickled between her breasts.

“Come on,” he said. “I’ll jump with you.”

“That sounds more dangerous.”

“Okay, I’ll go first, and you can jump to me. I’ll be right there.”

The granite island loomed in the close distance, taunting her. She could climb up with Nathan and brave the unknown. Or she could sit on the sand, wallowing in heat and anxiety. “You really think it will help?”

“Sure. Most fears are based on inexperience and unfamiliarity. Our imaginations conjure all sorts of scary, but unlikely, scenarios. As soon as you jump, you’ll realize it’s not that bad. Then you can relax.”

She smiled at his pep talk. “So this will be a quick, natural tension reliever?”

His eyes darkened. “I can think of a better one.”

So could she. He looked interested enough to pounce on her at the slightest provocation, but they couldn’t just wander off into the woods for a quickie. Even if she’d been willing to engage in a naughty fling, their kids were here, and encouraging a man like him would only lead to trouble. He was too charming, too sexy.

Too risky.

Brooke and Leo headed toward the rocks for another turn, spurring her into action. “Okay,” Abby said. “I’ll try it.”

“The jump?”

“Yes, the jump.”

He seemed surprised by her agreement. Cliff-diving was a sport for wild teenagers like Leo and Brooke, not women her age, with skittish temperaments. Maybe she was avoiding the greater danger—Nathan himself.

She stood, brushing the sand off her bottom. His lean physique made her feel self-conscious about her figure. He was extremely fit, without an ounce of spare flesh. Although she was on the slim side, she wasn’t young and perky anymore. Her stomach and hips were softer. Her thighs had more jiggle.

He watched her wade into the lake, his neck flushed. “Splash me.”

“Why?”

“For luck.”

She’d never heard of such a thing, but she splashed him. The water hit his face and shoulders, trickling down his chest.

He shook it off like a dog and lumbered to his feet. Vanity had her wondering if he’d been overheated—aroused, even—because of her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d given a man an inappropriate erection.

Hiding a smile, she ducked under the icy water and swam to the cluster of boulders. Brooke and Leo were already jumping from the opposite side. Abby hauled herself onto the lowest boulder, with some difficulty. The path to the top was wet. She used the same handholds and footholds that Brooke and Leo had used, her mouth pursed in concentration. It was an undignified climb in a bathing suit, with Nathan right behind her. If she’d known a hot guy would be staring at her butt in broad daylight, she might have gone tanning or had her cellulite zapped.

She reached the plateau, breathless. “I didn’t enjoy that.”

“I did.”

Abby laughed, accepting his help to stand up. A wave of dizziness struck her as she peered over the edge. “Oh God.”

“What are you doing?” Brooke yelled from below.

Nathan kept a firm grip on Abby’s hand. “What does it look like? We’re jumping.”

Leo put two fingers in his mouth and whistled to cheer them on.

Brooke was less than thrilled. “Be careful,” she said with a frown, as if uncomfortable with the role reversal.

“I’ll try not to break a hip,” Abby said.

Nathan smiled at the joke, squeezing her hand.

He’d been wrong about the power of her imagination. Reality was worse. It looked so much higher from up here. The distance to the water made her stomach flip. She felt like she was standing on the roof of a skyscraper.

“I can’t do it,” Abby said.

“Sure you can. I’ll go first. When I call out to you, jump. If you wait too long, you’ll overthink it.”

Brooke swam to the underwater obstacle with Leo and gazed up at them.

“Don’t push me,” Abby said.

He let go of her hand.

“I can’t feel my face.”

“As long as you jump away from the boulder, you’ll be fine,” he said. “Keep your arms and legs straight.”

She was about to tell him not to leave her when he did it. He just leaped off the edge like it was nothing. His body hit the water, arrow-straight. When he resurfaced a few seconds later, he was grinning.

“Come on,” he said, swimming backward to give her some room. “You can do it.”

Abby didn’t want to. She pictured herself fainting and dashing her head against the rock. “I have to sit down.”

“Don’t sit down. Jump!”

She looked for a way out, her shoulders shaking. The path they’d climbed would be difficult to descend. More dangerous than jumping. Leo gave her a thumbs-up signal. Brooke clapped a hand over her eyes. Nathan wagged his fingertips forward.

Abby jumped.

She was only airborne for a few seconds. Then she hit the water with a hard splash. It penetrated her eyelids and rushed in her nostrils. Panic bubbles emerged from her throat. After sinking deep, she clawed her way to the surface, gasping as she broke through.

Brooke swam to her side, excited. “Mom! You did it!”

She had done it. And she never wanted to do anything like it again.

“How was it?” Nathan asked.

“Horrible.”

His smile faded. “You didn’t think it was fun?”

“No.”

The three of them seemed baffled by Abby’s response. Tears stung her eyes. She turned and swam to the narrow beach, collapsing on the sand.

Nathan joined her. “I’m sorry,” he said, chagrined. “I thought you’d enjoy it.”

She put a towel around her shoulders, still shaking.

“I feel like a jerk.”

Abby didn’t blame him for trying to help her. Maybe she was beyond hope. She practiced her steady breathing and positive visualization techniques. The sun warmed her wet hair. After a few moments, she calmed.

And she noticed a change.

The next time Brooke dived off the edge, Abby didn’t freeze up as much. She knew the drop wasn’t deadly. She’d survived it.

“To be honest, I’m surprised you even climbed up there, let alone jumped,” Nathan said. “It was pretty scary.”

She wiped the tears from her cheeks. “It was.”

“You’ve got balls, lady.”

“I feel better.”

“You do?”

She nodded. “I didn’t like it, but I’m glad I did it.”

He studied her with a quiet sort of admiration, as if seeing her in a new light. His regard for her went deeper, slipping below the surface. He was attracted to her for reasons other than the way her breasts looked in a bikini. She thought about his offer to relieve her tension the old-fashioned way and realized then that it would never happen. They couldn’t have a no-strings sexual affair. The strings were already there.

A scream rang out across the lake, startling her. Abby scrambled to her feet. Her damp towel fell off her shoulders.

Nathan rose with her. “What was that?”

Leo and Brooke were treading water near the boulders, so the cry hadn’t come from either of them. It sounded like a woman.

Another shriek followed, high-pitched with terror.

“Someone needs help,” Brooke said. She started swimming toward a thatch of trees on the opposite side of the lake.

Abby covered her mouth with one hand. Her first instinct was to tell Brooke to stop, and the reaction shamed her. She’d always taught her daughter to help others, especially other girls. She went out of her way to do the same. But this was different. It was a threatening sort of unknown. An icy fear gripped Abby’s heart and wouldn’t let go.

Leo accompanied Brooke with no hesitation whatsoever. Nathan waded into the water, cursing under his breath. He swam toward them, his strokes sure and swift. Abby couldn’t just stand there, frozen and helpless.

She dove in and started swimming.

Although Brooke had an early lead, Leo was the strongest swimmer. He caught up with her near the middle of the lake and pulled ahead. Nathan showed his athletic prowess by passing Brooke and continuing after his son. They were all scared. The race to the other side was no friendly competition, no fun adventure.

Leo climbed out of the water first, his chest heaving. Nathan was right there with him. Brooke arrived shortly after.

Abby concentrated on steady strokes, trying not to panic. By the time she stumbled onto the shore, Nathan and Leo were arguing about what to do. They stood in front of the thick copse of pine trees, faces tense.

Panting from exertion, Abby walked toward Brooke.

“Stay here,” Nathan ordered Leo.

“Fuck, no,” Leo said. “I’m going with you.”

Nathan reached down and picked up a heavy stick. Holding it like a baseball bat, he entered the forest. Leo found a fist-sized rock and went with him, ready to strike. Neither of them appeared to consider bringing along Abby or Brooke.

Abby rested her palms on her knees, winded. She didn’t approve of them creeping into the forest like white knights, armed with blunt objects. They had no idea what was going on. A woman in pain or danger would respond better to other women.