Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11) (3 page)

She followed him, one eye on her brother, who was preoccupied
with the television, laughing with some of the other guys from the team.

Satisfied Drake didn’t have his eyes trained on her, she slipped out the back door.

Barrett stared out over the garden.

She stepped up next to him. “A little too noisy in there for you?”

He frowned at her. “What are you doing out here, Harmony?”

“Trying to get you alone so I can ask you what you meant by the rule.”

He took a long swallow of his beer. “The rule. The guy rule.”

Somehow she knew she wasn’t going to like this rule. “What guy rule?”

He turned to face her, his body so imposing. She imagined he was quite threatening on the football field. But to her, he was just Barrett. Sexy, incredibly hot Barrett.

“The unspoken rule about not messing with your best friend’s little sister.”

She gave him an incredulous stare. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I’m not a child, Barrett. I’m a grown woman who can make her own decisions. And you’re a grown man capable of making your own decisions as well.”

He looked unmoved by her statement. “You’re Drake’s sister. That makes you off-limits.”

“Unbelievable. What is this, medieval times? Who comes up with this shit? Do you guys get out a notebook in the locker room and make lists?”

He didn’t smile. “This is serious business, Harmony. And no, we don’t make lists. It’s an unwritten, unspoken rule. Every guy knows it.”

If her eyes rolled any harder, they’d roll clear out the back of her head.

“It’s a stupid rule.”

“Nevertheless, it’s there. And I’ll honor it.”

Before she gave herself a headache, she walked off, back inside.

Alyssa joined her. “What did he say?”

She poured herself another glass of iced tea, still wishing it was that dirty martini, because this day was getting more bizarre by the minute. She took several sips of tea and leaned against the kitchen island. “It’s some moronic man code about not getting involved with your best friend’s sister.”

Alyssa gaped at her. “What? That’s dumb as hell.”

“Which is what I told him.”

“Did you also tell him you’ve had a crush on him since the first time Drake dragged him into the house, back when they were in college?”

“I most certainly did not.” She’d never told anyone—other than her best friend—about her years-long crush on Barrett.

“You should tell him. Maybe that would change his mind.”

“I don’t think so. And don’t you tell him, either.”

Alyssa made crisscross motions over her heart. “Your secret goes to the grave with me, sister. You know that.”

Said crush had ebbed and flowed over the years. She’d been nineteen the first time she’d laid eyes on Barrett. She’d taken one look at tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed Barrett and had fallen instantly in lust.

Even though he’d been a few years older than she was, she hadn’t cared. No other guy had existed for her after that. Barrett had been nice to her, though he had largely ignored her, as older guys did to nearly invisible teens.

Still, her crush had endured.

During her college years she’d found other guys who actually noticed her. Then she’d replaced her fantasy of Barrett with real men.

Like Levon.

She snorted.

“What?” Alyssa asked.

“Just thinking about my journey in the man department over the years.”

“Oh. Yeah. You’ve chosen some true keepers, Harmony.”

Harmony pursed her lips. “It’s not my fault. I’m smart, I’m kind, I’m generous, I’m funny, I’d like to think I’m a proud, damn fine-looking woman, and I’m hot as hell.”

“Hell yes,” Alyssa said.

“And yet for some reason I keep attracting these losers.”

Alyssa gave her a look of commiseration. “It’s not like I’m dating winners of the year, either. It’s hard to find a good man.”

They looked at each other and grinned.

“And good to find a hard one,” they said simultaneously, then laughed.

“Too bad Barrett is off-limits,” Alyssa said. “That man is the definition of hardbody.”

Harmony didn’t believe in off-limits. She wasn’t giving up just yet.

Barrett stood outside, thinking.

Thinking and watching Harmony and Alyssa inside in the kitchen, both of them talking and laughing.

Not that he was paying attention to Alyssa. Alyssa was pretty and had a banging body. But it didn’t seem to matter, since his gaze was focused on Harmony, on the way she put her entire body into it when she laughed, the way she tilted her head back, exposing the soft column of her neck, the way she reached for Alyssa’s hand when she had something important to say.

The woman had expressive body language. It wasn’t the first time he’d caught himself watching her, noticing her hair, the way she walked, the subtle curve in her hips or even her slender fingertips. And then his mind would wander to those fingertips and her hands, imagining her wrapping her hand around his neck while he explored her mouth, or raking her pretty fingernails down his bare chest or using her sweet soft hands to stroke his—

Jesus. Had he really paid attention to all those things? He had been, for a while now. And then she had to go and ask him to ask her out on a date. It was like she’d read his mind, as if she’d known all the fantasies he’d been having about her lately.

Which he had no goddamned business having.

Because of the rule.

Drake was his best friend. They’d been like brothers both on the field and off. He’d never step on that friendship by touching his kid sister.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it? Harmony wasn’t a kid anymore, and hadn’t been for a long time.

He just hadn’t noticed she’d grown up—until recently. He wasn’t sure when it had happened. Maybe earlier this year, at the New Year’s Eve party Drake had thrown at his mom’s house.

They always liked to congregate here. Mainly to keep Mama Diane company, and hell, Diane liked a good party as much as anyone.

That New Year’s Eve Harmony had worn some slinky silver dress that clung to her curves, revealing cleavage and skin, and she hadn’t brought a date that night.

Neither had he, which meant he’d been scoping out the single women at the party.

He hadn’t meant to scope her out, but when he’d walked in the kitchen and she’d been bent over the dishwasher, revealing silken legs and sexy thighs, all he could think of was spreading her legs and . . .

He jerked his attention away from the window, realizing he was standing out in the backyard with a fucking hard-on.

What the hell was wrong with him? He could still remember the day she’d gotten her braces off. She’d started late and she’d told him high school with braces had been a nightmare. She’d been so excited, and had told him she couldn’t wait to show whatever boyfriend she’d had at the time.

She’d been barely what? Nineteen? Barely legal. He hadn’t paid
attention to her. He just remembered smiling at her and telling her she looked pretty.

She was more than pretty now. She was a knockout.

And he was never, ever going to touch her.

Downing the last swallow of his beer, he went back into the house and grabbed another from the fridge. Fortunately, Harmony and Alyssa had exited the kitchen, so maybe he could avoid her the rest of the night.

He made his way into the living room, where Drake and some of the other guys were playing video games. First he stopped at the dining room table to kiss Mama Diane’s cheek. She was chatting with one of the neighbors.

She patted his cheek. “Where’d you disappear to?”

“Out back. Your vegetable garden is looking healthy.”

“And don’t think of running off with my tomatoes.”

He laughed. “You know me so well, Mama Diane.”

“Yes, I do. You hungry?”

“Always.”

“You boys are always hungry. Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Thank you.”

He winded his way over to the sofas, where there was a fierce game of war going on. At least on the television. Drake was in the middle of the action, killing aliens along with Bubba Sinclair and Lionel “Mean Man” Taylor, both part of the Tampa defense. It was almost always defensive players over for dinner on Thursday nights when they were in town.

Defense was king. It’s why he’d always loved being part of a defense. Keeping the other team from scoring was what he did best.

And all these guys were beasts.

He loved them as much as he loved his job.

He couldn’t wait for the season to start. Tampa was going to kick some ass this year.

Barrett watched the battle until a skirmish was completed. During a break, Drake leaned back on the sofa, tilting his head back. “You want in on this?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Afraid I’ll kick your ass?”

Barrett laughed. “I think you know better than that.”

“Oh, I do, do I? Get said ass over here and let’s see who’s better.”

“You all turn that off now,” Mama Diane hollered. “Dinner’s ready.”

In an instant, the game was turned off, and so was the TV. They all gathered in the oversized dining room at the huge table—one of Mama Diane’s few requests once she’d acquiesced on the new house.

It was stuffed pork chops tonight, one of Barrett’s favorites, along with green beans, amazing mashed potatoes and baked apples.

Barrett made it a point to sit next to Drake, and as far away from Harmony as possible.

She shot a smirk in his direction when she took her seat at the opposite end of the table, as if she knew exactly why he’d chosen that spot.

She could think what she wanted to. The farther away Harmony stayed, the better.

He concentrated on his food, and the conversation about this season.

“Where’s that fine boyfriend of yours, Harmony?” Mama asked.

Harmony lifted her chin. “We broke up.”

“What? Why?”

Harmony focused on her dinner. “From what he told me, it was more about his business, and he didn’t have much time to spend with me.”

Barrett watched Drake lay down his fork. “Wait a minute. Levon broke up with you?”

“Yes, Drake. He broke up with me.”

“What the—” Drake, ever mindful of the no-cursing rule in Mama’s house, restrained himself. He picked up his fork and waved it at Harmony. “I need to have a talk with that man. Tell him how to appreciate what a fine treasure he had in you.”

Harmony leveled a glare at Drake. “No. You do not need to interfere. It’s over between Levon and me.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“He hurt my feelings. That’s about it.”

“Then I’ll have a talk with him.”

“No, you need to leave it alone, Drake.”

Drake looked over at Barrett. “I’ll be having a discussion with Levon.”

The one thing Barrett knew about Drake was that he was extremely overprotective of Harmony. Yet another reason he would never get involved with Harmony.

Not to mention the guy code.

Fortunately, the conversation soon turned to football.

“Look, we started out strong last season, and finished weak,” Drake said. “We’ll have to do better even before this season starts. Drafts and free agency helped, and we’ve all worked hard getting our bodies ready during the off-season.”

“Everyone’s healthy this year,” Mean Man said. “That’s gonna work to our advantage.”

Barrett nodded. “I’m ready. We’re all ready. We’re solid going into summer workouts.”

“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m itching for the upcoming season,” Mama Diane said. “I can hardly wait for the games to start. How about you, Harmony?”

Harmony nodded. “Absolutely. Wouldn’t miss it. I expect you guys to be good this year.”

“We’re always good.”

She shot a look over at Barrett. “Prove it.”

The guys all laughed.

“She’s looking at you, Barrett,” Drake said. “There’d better be some takeaways.”

Barrett met Harmony’s gaze. “There will be.”

“I’m counting on a strong defense this year,” Mama Diane said.

The conversation continued over dinner—and after—when the guys piled into the kitchen with the plates and bowls to clean up.

The one thing everyone understood was, if you came for dinner, you were responsible for cleanup.