eyes away from his clear gray gaze, still
amazed at how the color darkened as he talked.
"No. I'm sure it's beautiful."
When his eyes scanned her face, stopping on her
lips, her breath nearly evaporated. "The girls will be back soon."
"As usual.” He sighed and stepped back
slowly. “There's always someone around."
"I'm ready, Mom."
Jumping at her daughter's voice, she realized
she’d been standing in a trance, staring and...
"Thank Mr. Tyler and Caroline for their
hospitality." Snagging Kelly's hand, Allison rushed her to the front door,
not stopping until they were safely outside.
"I'll call you with the next meeting time,
Brett,” she called over her shoulder. “Thanks again for everything. See you
soon, Caroline." She raced to the car and jumped in.
"Mom, you look funny again."
"What do you mean funny?” Her hand paused on
the ignition as she studied herself in the rear view mirror. She didn’t see
anything. “When did I look funny before?"
"Every time you talk to Mr. Tyler you get
this kind of, I don’t know...” Kelly shrugged and reached for the radio. “Just
kind of a strange look on your face."
Allison pulled out of the drive. Oh great, so now
she looked strange. Clumsy, tongue-tied and strange. "I'm fine, sweetie.
Just tired."
Allison stopped at a light and tried to relax, but
couldn’t. The bottom line was, the man turned her on. She hit the accelerator
and steered into their neighborhood. She hardly knew him and she wanted to kiss
him, touch that jaw, that rugged face. Caress the lines that deepened next to
his mouth when he smiled.
Oh God, now even her thoughts were strange.
Easing into the garage, she put the car in park.
Enough thinking about Brett. She didn’t have time to think about him. She
didn’t want to think about him. She wouldn’t think about him.
CHAPTER FIVE
Allison jerked open the door of the school
gymnasium and ran over to the committee members gathered around Brett.
"Sorry I’m late. Traffic was awful.” She wiped her forehead with the back
of hand, cursing the heat. “And I was out of gas."
"We're almost done, Allison," Jodie
said. "Brett reviewed everything with us and I think we know what we need
to do next." She turned to smile at Brett. "Bill will appreciate you
helping him build the props. He'll call you tomorrow about it."
"Sounds good." Brett looked at a baffled
Allison. "Anything you want to add?"
"No. Sounds like you have everything under
control."
They didn't even need her. She let her purse drop
from her shoulder to the floor, hanging on to the strap with her fingertips.
"I guess I could’ve stayed at work."
"It was easy,” he boasted, waving a paper in the
air. “We just followed your detailed task list.” He whistled. “And wow, was it
specific.”
“Well if you’re going to make sure nothing falls
through the cracks...” Allison muttered, more to herself than the group, since
they were ignoring her.
“Bye Brett, Allison.” The voices trailed off as
the group moved away.
"Thanks for coming by everyone," Brett
called, "I'll have my hammer and saw ready, Jodie," then turned back
to Allison, his eyebrows raised. "Another tough day, huh?"
She wanted to argue, lie and say everything was
perfect, but wilted under the heat, exhaustion, and Brett’s sympathetic face.
"A little." One day he was going to see her when she was fresh and
pressed, not a frazzled mess. She shifted her stance, relieving the stress on
one foot and placing it on the other.
"Well I have just what you need. Caroline and
I are taking the boat out Saturday and we'd like you and Kelly to come
along."
If she could just dig a finger under her skirt
waistband and release the pressure. Maybe she needed a bigger size.
Wait. What did he say? "Boat?"
He nodded. "Just a small motor boat. Nothing
fancy."
Water? A whole day relaxing. Cool breezes. No, no.
She had to finish her thesis. No time to go running around. "Kelly would
enjoy that, Brett. But I can't go. Too