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  “Wait, the old bridal shop?” she asked, surprised when he nodded. “Isn’t that space large for a gym?”

  Colby knew the place well. It was a bridal shop on steroids. The place was freaking huge. When she was seven, her cousin Missy had forced her to try on every single flower girl dress in the store, and when she was twelve, her second cousin Brooke had decided the Pepto-Bismol taffeta number in the window was divine. In high school, she and her friends had scoured the racks for the perfect homecoming and prom dresses to no avail. It had really come as no shock when she’d learned of the store’s demise.

  “Not at all.” Jason lifted her hand from the water and gently placed a clean towel from the basket onto her arm, blotting at the excess moisture. “Combatives isn’t just a gym. You know the big space downstairs, where Dorothy had kept all the wedding stuff?” Colby nodded. “I converted that into three sections, a separate weight room for men and women, and a large studio with the cardio equipment and a rock-climbing wall.” He removed the towel and grabbed a roll of sterile gauze from the tackle box. Wrapping the bandage loosely around her hand he said, “And then upstairs, I teach tactical ninjitsu twice a week, but there’s a variety of martial arts, aerobics, kids’ fitness—we even have groups that train for MMA and Ninja Warrior.” He paused to take a breath and grinned. “You should come check it out sometime.”

  Colby couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “I will,” she said automatically, although she doubted she ever would. She had nothing against his gym. It sounded impressive, especially for their small town. But Colby had never been very coordinated. She was the type of girl who was always picked last in P.E. And she looked like a convulsive kangaroo whenever she attempted anything athletic.

  But Jason’s warm, genuine smile almost had her rethinking her position. What harm could come from giving it a whirl? She could figure out how to walk on a motorized treadmill without falling on her ample backside, couldn’t she? Then she remembered the damage she’d done just a few minutes ago in the kitchen, alone, sans exercise balls or any other hazardous sports equipment. Yeah, it was probably safer to stay at home.

  “Good,” he said, obviously pleased. He secured the end of the gauze and then tapped two aspirin into his open palm. “After this, you should be good to go.”

  She accepted the pain relievers and downed them with a swig of Coke. “Thank you,” she said as she wiped her mouth, genuinely touched at his concern. Over the years, she’d gotten more burns in the kitchen than she could count and normally just put pickle juice on them and kept on trucking. But this was sweet. She had a silly impulse to swipe the bandage and put it in her memory box. Being around this man was obviously harmful to her health. Sure, there was nothing wrong with a little harmless flirtation, but she couldn’t let her inner-teen start spinning idealistic dreams for the future.

  “I never did ask what brought you in here today. Do you want something from the kitchen?” She waved her freshly bandaged hand in the air and for some reason, he took it again, holding it gently between both of his. Her voice got breathless again as she said, “Thanks to you, I’m as good as new. I’m still in the middle of prepping for the dinner service, but I can whip you up anything you want.”

  He grinned. “Anything, huh?”

  Colby laughed. Apparently, adult Jason was incorrigible. Choosing to sidestep the little landmine he’d presented, she inclined her head and confided, “I happen to be known for my grilled cheese.” She lifted her shoulder in a shrug. “Just saying, word on the street is it’s the bomb.”

  Jason chuckled, low and deep. If a sexier sound existed, she was sure she hadn’t heard it. “Thanks for the top-secret intel.” His eyes moved back to her lips, and the muscles in his neck worked as he swallowed. “But I should probably get going.”

  Until that moment, Colby hadn’t realized how much they had moved during their conversation. Her butt was perched on the very edge of her stool. His body was angled toward her, his muscular leg wedged between hers. Their heads—their mouths—were mere inches apart. It wouldn’t take much to close the remaining distance between them and steal the kiss she’d thought about since the one they shared during that game of Kiss and Catch—her first kiss.

  But in all those childhood daydreams, her annoying sister had never been right there, giddily watching from a few feet away.

  And her overbearing, protective brother hadn’t just walked through the door, hard eyes focused on their little tête-à-tête. Jason relinquished her hand as if it held the Ebola virus.

  “Hey man,” Jason said, shoving his hand through his dark hair and then into the pocket of his pants as if he no longer knew what to do with it. “It’s been a while. Thought I’d come by and see what’s going on.”

  Cane didn’t react. He didn’t flinch or say a word. He just fixed his stare between the two of them, and Jason glanced at the door beyond. “But you know, Mom mentioned their new AC unit is being delivered today. I should probably run over and make sure the old man doesn’t hurt himself installing it.” Jason pulled his keys out of the pocket of his wind pants, the metal whispering against the fabric. “We’ll have to grab a beer and catch up later in the week, okay?”

  Colby had to scoot back on the stool for him to maneuver out from behind the bar; that’s how close she had come to straddling the man’s thigh. Good gracious, no wonder Sherry had been practically beaming. What it didn’t explain was her brother’s reaction. Why was he glaring like they’d just had sex on his beloved, gleaming bar top?

  Jason edged around Cane, making sure to give her big brother a wide berth. “I’ll call you about that beer.” At the door, he placed his hand against the glass inset and turned to nod. “Good seeing you, ladies. Try not to break too many hearts until I see you two again.”

  He gave Colby a soft parting smile and then walked out.

  The second the door closed behind Jason’s perfect backside, Cane shook his head. “Don’t even think about it, Colby.”

  Chapter Four

  When did her love life, or lack thereof, become her brother’s concern? Colby watched Cane march to the back office after eliciting his tidbit of unsolicited advice—or had that been an order?—and shook her head, her mind a jumbled mess.

  Had all of that really just happened?

  She looked to her sister for confirmation. Sherry grinned as if reading her thoughts, then asked in a voice dripping with sweetness, “Tell me, Coley, did the desert heat completely fry your brain?”

  Colby blinked rapidly, not sure where that came from, only knowing that whenever Sherry evoked her nickname, she was up to something. “Excuse me?”

  “Oh, don’t give me that,” Sherry said, giving her a pointed look. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t that the guy who had a starring role in your childhood diary?” When Colby’s mouth fell open at the admission, Sherry shrugged. “Yep, I read every word, thank you very much, and I’m not afraid to admit it. Nancy Drew had nothing on your teenage drama.”

  She didn’t know why she bothered to be surprised. Sure, she’d hidden the blasted thing and practically had to leave herself a map to find it, but Sherry had always been a determined sleuth. Colby shook her head. Besides making it that much harder to squelch the lovey-dovey ideas floating in her baby sister’s head, it wasn’t that big a deal that Sherry had read her private thoughts. Just embarrassing. But as for terminating those ideas… “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Please,” Sherry said. “That man was flirting his ass off, and you didn’t jump on that! Are you crazy?” She resumed wiping down the four-top table. “Personally, I think of Jason as nothing more than an honorary annoying brother. But if that man ever looked at me with that level of intensity, I would take him in the back and invent a new use for the spatula.”

  Colby wrinkled her nose. “What in the heck can you do with a spatula?”

  Her sister slid her a cheeky grin. “I don’t know. But it would be fun to find out.” She looked over the poli
shed tables, nodded, and then slid her bottom onto a barstool with a sigh. “Seriously, Colby, the heat coming from the pair of you could’ve set off the fire detectors. I kinda felt like a Peeping Tom, to be honest, but there was no way on earth I was missing that show.” She poked Colby in the arm. “And you, dear sister, are avoiding the question.”

  Colby shook her head. She grabbed the roll of gauze and bottle of aspirin and returned them to the first-aid kit. “That was just harmless fun.” Sherry snorted.

  Sliding the tackle box back under the bar, she grabbed her sister’s discarded dusting cloth and began rubbing the already gleaming surface. Sherry’s distorted reflection appeared beside her on the reddish-brown wood.

  “It seems to me like the real fun is still to come,” she said in a sort of sing-song voice. Grabbing the clipboard holding the inventory checklist, she skimmed her hand over the bottles of Jim, Jack, and Old Granddad, a playful smile twitching her lips. “You’ve been given a gift here, Colby. A chance to have a fling with a hot firefighter—what woman wouldn’t want that? It’s your duty, on behalf of single women everywhere, to pursue this opportunity.”

  “On behalf of women everywhere?” Colby asked sardonically. “Laying it on kinda thick there, don’t you think?”

  Sherry huffed and slid her a look of exasperation. “Okay then, do it for me. Your poor sister who hasn’t gone out with a halfway decent guy in months, and who hasn’t gotten any good late-night action since Simon was still judging American Idol.” At Colby’s pursed lips of skepticism, she clarified. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ve gotten some. Just nothing that great. Listen, Colby, I know you’ve sworn off men and everything”—Sherry rolled her eyes at the crazy notion—“but you didn’t swear off fun, did you?”

  No, Colby thought, her resolve crumpling. She hadn’t. And the last time she’d gotten any good late night loving, the country had had a different president.

  Life in the restaurant business, especially in Las Vegas, was hectic. Colby was single-handedly responsible for the management of the kitchen, keeping track of inventory, creating dishes, and being the overall creative force behind the entire establishment. Most days kept her so busy that when she did finally slip between the sheets, she was too exhausted to complain that she was doing it alone. But then there were other nights. Nights spent with a glass of red wine in hand and way too much unoccupied space left in her king-sized bed. Nights when she got lonely.

  Vowing off relationships didn’t mean Colby had taken a vow of chastity, after all. Her sister was right; she was still a woman with needs. A woman who needed a little no-strings-attached fun now and then.

  And there was no doubt that a fling with Jason would be fun.

  Colby bit her lip, but her smile sprung free anyway. Beside her, Sherry began a happy shimmy, already sensing victory. Colby laughed and gave her sister a one-armed hug. “You know, sis, out of all your hare-brained, free-love notions, I have to say this one is my favorite.”

  Northshore Combatives was loud, hot, and full of sweaty men. The sight fanned the flame of Colby’s already fiery libido, but there was only one sweaty man she hoped to see tonight. The man she’d fantasized about all day. Fantasies she planned to make a reality that night. Ever since Sherry put the crazy idea in her head, she couldn’t stop imagining Jason in her bed. Between the sheets. Doing the horizontal tango.

  It had really been a while.

  The one dark cloud in her plan was Cane. He’d put his metaphorical motorcycle boot down, and though she was a grown woman, she wasn’t looking to start a sibling feud this summer. She was home for three short months. After being gone for twelve years, she wanted to keep it light and drama free, which meant Cane could never know about her fling with the fireman. But with little sister on big brother watch, keeping him busy at the restaurant so her plan went without interruption, Colby was eager to get a jump on it—excusing the suggestive pun—before she lost her nerve.

  That night’s dinner service had to have been the longest ever recorded in history. Colby had expected there to be a transition period when she’d taken over the kitchen at Robicheaux’s—any change, much less one in a high-stress job, required a little grace. And after a couple weeks of stumbles, she and her staff were finally starting to find their rhythm. Colby had trained up the existing staff and hired Rhonda, who was proving to be a more than competent sous-chef.

  But after Jason’s visit earlier that day, Colby’s mind had been consumed with thoughts of her childhood crush—and wondering how he’d react to her planned activities for the night. Throughout the first dinner service, she had been twitchy, careless, and snippy. And by seven o’clock, Rhonda had given her a good-natured shove out the door. A half hour later, after a quick detour for a shower, Colby had been back on the road headed to Jason’s gym. So she could proposition the owner.

  What did one say when propositioning a man for a fling, anyway?

  Hey hot stuff, wanna knock some boots?

  Yeah, she didn’t think so, either.

  As she looked around the semi-crowded building, Colby fiddled with the strap on her top. She’d come dressed to impress, to seduce. But standing in the middle of a gym filled with half-naked people, wearing her sexiest jeans and a new silk camisole, made her feel like some sort of beacon, signaling she was there to get laid. She checked her watch. Maybe she should just wait in the car.

  She turned back in the direction she’d come, promising herself that this was not her chickening out, and a flash of blond caught her eye. A young preteen with a high ponytail and a mouthful of shiny braces was manning the front desk, winding the cord of an ancient-style phone around her finger. Colby realized it was the girl from the park—the one playing Kiss and Catch. The young girl slung her head back in a bark of laughter, and the sound was so natural and spontaneous that Colby found herself hesitating by the door, smiling.

  “She did not say that!” The young girl pounded her fist against the textbook lying open on the desktop. “Really? Omigod, that is hilarious. And then what did Brad say when—” The animated dialogue broke off as the girl spotted Colby lingering, and her smile widened. “Omigod, I gotta go!” Slamming the phone down in its cradle, she targeted her immense energy in Colby’s direction. “You’re Colby Robicheaux.”

  It was a statement, not a question. And taken aback, Colby nodded slowly. “I am.”

  Since working her way up in her career, she had become accustomed to foodies in culinary circles recognizing her. And since returning home, she’d gotten used to the older locals stopping her on the road, remembering her from when she was a kid. But this girl was just a kid herself.

  “Wow. It is such an honor to meet you.” The girl scooted the rolling chair forward and leaned across the desktop. “I Googled you yesterday, after the competition? Your restaurant in Vegas looks amazing, with all those lights and windows— I’m kinda obsessed with restaurants. And the Food Network. Pretty much anything that has to do with cooking. I wanna be a chef, too, one day.”

  Two red splotches appeared high on the girl’s cheeks as she paused to take a breath. That endearing blush, combined with the look in her eyes, full of life and hope, totally stole Colby’s heart. It reminded her of how she used to be at that age. But surprisingly, the similarity wasn’t painful.

  “Oh, I’m Emma, by the way.”

  Colby smiled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Emma. And I have to tell you, I’m also addicted to the Food Network.” She leaned in as if to impart a secret and the girl put her elbows onto the counter and bent closer, too. “In fact, I have a total food crush on Bobby Flay,” she shared with a grin. “And I actually met Giada a few times.”

  “Shut up!” Emma threw back in the chair and Colby laughed, feeling lighter than she had in a long time. Hanging around with kids tended to do that. “Gosh, that’s so awesome,” Emma continued. “I can’t believe Uncle Cane never mentioned that to me before.”

  And just like that, Colby’s laughter died in her throat.

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p; Sure that she must have heard wrong, she asked, “I’m sorry, did you say Uncle Cane?”

  Emma’s ponytail bounced as she nodded enthusiastically.

  Knowing it was highly unlikely another man named after sugarcane had moved to their small town in her absence, but needing to be sure, she added, “Cane Robicheaux? As in my brother?”

  “Yep! Well, he’s not my real uncle, as you’d know. But he’s my godfather. He and my dad have been friends for, like, ever.”

  A sinking sense of horror settled in Colby’s gut.

  It couldn’t be possible…

  “Your dad, huh?” she asked, hoping—praying—that she was wrong. Fate wouldn’t be so cruel. “Does he, ah, happen to own this gym?”

  This elicited a beaming smile of pride from the preteen bag of bombshells—and confirmed Colby’s worse nightmare. “Yep, that’s him. Jason Landry. He’s also the fire captain.” Emma tilted her head to the side. “I guess if Uncle Cane’s your brother, then you must’ve known my dad when you were younger, too, huh?”

  “Oh, I knew him all right,” Colby agreed, her head spinning with confusion. Just not nearly as well as I had thought.

  Jason was married. It was as if her past was coming back to haunt her with a vengeance. The man she thought she knew had flirted with her, had come to her place of work and taken care of her injury with that damn sexy smile on his face, and then gone home to his family.

  What kind of man did that?

  Actually, Colby knew exactly what kind of man—her father. And to a lesser extent, her college ex-boyfriend. Faithfulness was a pretty word, but one that she’d learned at a young age wasn’t real. Not in her experience. It was after discovering their infidelities back-to-back that Colby had sworn off relationships. And now, twelve years later, it was coming around full-circle. Never would she have thought Jason would be like either of those men…or that one day, she would come this close to becoming the other woman.

  Colby rubbed her forehead, feeling a migraine coming on. She was going to kill her baby sister.