Down by Contact - A Seattle Lumberjacks Romance

by Jami Davenport

  She’d broken every fingernail, put a hole in the knee of her expensive jeans, and lost the battle—and probably the war—with the blackberries laying claim to the property. The danged thorny devils wrapped around her legs like Boa constrictors, dug in their thorns and refused to let go, branding her with nasty scratches on just about every part of her anatomy.

  Kelsie wiped her eyes and sniffled. She looked up and surveyed the progress she hadn’t made. She wasn’t cut out for this, didn’t know the first thing about yard work or the various equipment and tools. The emotional deluge started again. Her shoulders slumped, and her eyes burned from the tears and smoke. She heard Scranton growl and glanced up.

  “Hey, are you all right?”

  Kelsie rubbed her eyes and looked up at Zach. His hands were jammed in his pockets, and he looked ready to flee from a sniffling female first chance he got. His handsome face screwed into a puzzled frown—that same face she’d depended on in her first few years of high school when he’d been one of her most loyal friends. Until she’d sold her soul for the conditional friendship of the most popular girl in school, and the meanest, Marcela—never to be called Marcie. Marcela’s boyfriend, the team’s star wide receiver, hated Zach, along with Mark, the quarterback and the man Kelsie eventually married. Why they chose Zach as the target of their bullying, Kelsie never knew. Looking back, she guessed they didn’t need a reason, just hated Zach on principle, rich boy versus poor boy. She’d tried to walk down the middle, but eventually they’d forced her to choose. She’d been so awful to Zach. So very awful.

  “Hey, are you okay?” He repeated the question, looked back toward his pickup, then yanked his hands out of his pockets and crouched on his haunches next to her.

  “I’m okay.” She didn’t sound okay, even to her own ears. She sounded shaky and defeated.

  “You didn’t get very far.”

  “It was a homicide.” She hiccupped and stared down at her scratched and damaged hands.

  “Excuse me?”

  “The lawnmower. I murdered it.” She gazed at him through bleary eyes, certain her mascara had run. He managed a tentative smile then reached out toward her, as if to pull her into his arms. If only he’d wrap his big strong arms around her and pull her against the safety of his muscular body. He’d protect her, and she’d never worry about a thing again. Except this little fantasy happened to be just that—the fantasy of a delusional woman who wanted to believe this man who held his grudges near and dear to his heart would actually forgive her. As if reading her thoughts, he pulled his hands back and shoved them in his pockets. He stared at the grass-stained lawnmower covered with soot. “Well, it was old anyway.”

  Kelsie glanced up, sniffling, knowing her eyes had to be red and puffy. She summoned the same inner strength, which brought her to Seattle in the first place. “I am doing this for you. I could use a little help.”

  His face hardened, erasing all signs of sympathy for her plight. “Are you certain? Or are you doing it for you, just like always. I got roped into the class, but this stupid gale wasn’t my idea.”

  “Gala.” She couldn’t help the dig. He was being a stubborn jackass.

  “Whatever. Same difference in my book. I don’t want to do it.”

  So maybe he might be a little right. Maybe she was doing it for herself. The gala would showcase her talents, build her clientele. Zach didn’t have one good reason to help her, except—“The proceeds go to homeless families. Don’t you care about that?”

  “I care about my privacy and keeping my house the way I like it.”

  “You’re a stubborn, insufferable man.”

  “Thanks. I resemble that remark.” For a minute, Zach wavered, uncertainty on his face. “I’ll go to someone else’s gala as my graduation test.”

  Most likely the coach would agree to Zach’s suggestion, but the house and grounds would be an outstanding location for the type of intimate event she had in mind.

  Fortifying her resolve, Kelsie lifted her head. Out of the ashes arose the fire. Instead of giving up, she’d beat this damn yard into submission, one way or another. Or die trying. Shooing Scranton off her lap, she rose to her feet, and he followed suit. “I’m going to do it, and you, Zach Murphy, are going to help me.” She jabbed a finger in his chest.

  A grudging respect shone in his eyes, along with something much more dangerous to both of them. “Fine. Hire someone. I’ll split the costs with you.”

  Split the costs? Hardly. She didn’t have the money for next week’s rent. “You said you never hire someone to do something you can do.”

  “Yeah, but it’d take the entire football team to get this yard in shape.”

  “That’s a perfect idea.”

  “Don’t even think about it.”

  “Please.” She grasped his arm. Big mistake. The hard-corded muscles flexed under her fingers. His expression changed, went blank for a second. He blinked and stared at her.

  Suddenly self-conscious, Kelsie pushed her hair out of her eyes and wiped her dirty face with an equally dirty sleeve. “I must look awful.”

  “I don’t think so.” He spoke so quietly, she swore she’d misunderstood him.

  “Pardon?” Her heart thumped in her chest, pounding on its cell walls and begging to be released.

  “I like this Kelsie, all messy and sweaty, not so untouchable, a woman a man could get, uh, comfortable with.”

  “If the man was prone to mud-wrestling.” She snorted, attempting to lighten the weight of sexual attraction smothering both of them.

  “Don’t tempt me.” His mouth quirked up in a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes and made him so irresistibly attractive to her.

  “You don’t like me.” Her gaze flicked to a large mud puddle several feet away.

  One dark brow crept up his forehead. “You’re right. But you’re still a hot female with a great body. It’s just a physical thing.”

  “It’s always a physical thing with you.”

  “Not always, but now it is. That’s all that’s left.”

  The mood shattered, Kelsie looked away from those piercing eyes that saw too much. “Are you ever going to forgive me?”

  He frowned and stared at his hands. “Not sure. I’m struggling with it.”

  “You don’t forgive easily.”

  “I haven’t met anyone who’s truly earned my forgiveness. The few times I’ve forgiven they’ve proven they don’t deserve it.”

  “You must live a tragic, lonely life, Zach Murphy.”

  “Yeah, maybe.” The sadness in his eyes undid her.

  The urge to take away his pain whipped through her, wrapping her in the eye of a tornado and pummeling her good sense. She touched his cheek, mesmerized by his dark eyes, drawn in by animal magnetism. She leaned forward. He leaned forward. The scent of pure male, clean and masculine filled her nostrils. Her hand dropped to her side. She stared at his mouth and moved closer, just an inch or two separated them. His hot breath tickled her nose. She closed the final distance, unable to resist.

  His lips tasted just as she imagined, like spearmint gum and all-alpha male. He didn’t move as she sampled them, letting her take the initiative. Kelsie ran her tongue over his lower lip and circled to his upper lip. Once she completed the circuit, her mouth followed her tongue. His lips were strong, uncompromising, sensually powerful, everything she knew they’d be.

  With a tortured groan, Zach buried his long fingers into her hair and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, sucking her tongue into his warm mouth. Kelsie wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight. Her wayward body pressed against his without her permission.

  She didn’t give a damn. She wanted him with a feral need she’d never felt with another man. Maybe it was a payback thing, a way to give him a part of her and ease her guilt. Right now the reasons didn’t matter. Their mouths mated wildly, like animals, freed of all the restrictions placed on them by society.

  Society.

  Oh, crap.

&nbs
p; Her job.

  Calling on a reserve of strength she kept for tough times, Kelsie pushed him away. She was here to teach him social graces not to engage in a tongue tango.

  Zach backed up a few steps, shaking his head, almost pawing the ground like a bull in the ring. “If you think that’s going to make me change my mind, you can forget it.”

  “That was so not a good idea on many levels.” She panted and fanned her face.

  “Tell me about it.” He leaned back against the steps with a sigh and glanced around. “I’ll pay someone to clean up this place.” As if what happened was all about the yard and not about this mutual attraction arcing between them.

  Kelsie opened her mouth to thank him and get herself out of the garden reclamation business. Then she stopped dead in her beat-up shoes. All her life people bailed her out of her problems then perched her on a pedestal and admired her but never expected anything of substance and sacrifice from her. Sure, she’d sacrificed herself for ten years with a controlling husband, but not that type of sacrifice.

  “No.” She couldn’t believe that word came out her mouth even as a plan formed in her mind. Zach considered her a selfish woman who’d never change. She had changed, and she’d act accordingly.

  “No?” He stared at her, his mouth hanging open.

  “No. I’ll get volunteers to do it, and we’ll do it for free. You can donate the money you’ll save to a charity.”

  “What kind of charity?”

  “One for battered women.”

  “Battered women, huh? What do you know about battered women?”

  Too much when it came to being emotionally battered, but she’d be damned if she’d solicit his sympathy. “One of the many charities I organized when I was married to Mark.” She tossed her ponytail as if the actual charity was of no consequence to her. He might as well continue to think the worst of her to keep him at arm’s length.

  He nodded and held out his hand. “Deal.”

  “Deal.”

  Now for the hard part. How to swing the deal she just made with him and with herself. Not just the gardening part but the hands-off the student part.

  CHAPTER 7

  A New Game Plan

  Finished with her weekly meeting, Kelsie limped out of the coach’s office, discouraged and beaten. HughJack spent the entire meeting staring at his computer, while Veronica stared down her nose. Neither was impressed by Kelsie’s report, despite her attempts at sugar-coating and spin-doctoring.

  She sat down in an empty reception area around the corner from the main doors to the practice facility, pulled off a shoe, and rubbed her throbbing foot. In the past week she’d gained a new respect for people who did physical labor for a living. She’d never see a gardener or repairman in the same way. There wasn’t a muscle in her body that didn’t ache, or a square inch of skin that wasn’t red and chapped.

  For the better part of the past week, Kelsie attempted to tackle Zach’s yard, but instead it tackled her. She couldn’t give up. Not now. Not when her goal hovered on the horizon. A stubborn linebacker and a jungle yard wouldn’t deter her. Even if said yard harbored all sorts of nasty, greasy surprises, such as old car parts and garbage and disgusting creatures in the form of slugs big enough to cart off the house on their slimy backs.

  Loneliness and longing were almost as bad as her physical pain, lonely for a friendly face and longing for a man who’d never forgive her. Men complicated everything, and she preferred things to stay as simple as possible until she rebounded from her current sorry state.

  But she’d kissed him. Not just a nice sweet kiss, but an all-out assault in which she’d attempted to burrow under his skin or at least his clothes. This obsessing over him had to stop. She’d tasted that forbidden fruit for the last time. No more. She was a professional doing a professional job, and she would not do her client.

  Mercy, but Kelsie needed someone to spill her woes to other than Scranton. Someone who’d be an ally in a harsh world. She craved true girlfriends, the type everyone else had, not the superficial ones she’d had all her life. Of course, you have to be a friend to have true friends. Kelsie was ready to be that type of friend if only someone would give her chance.

  Someone like—

  She heard a familiar voice and stilled, listening, certain her addled brain must have dredged up an answer to her prayers.

  “I’m on my way, Vinnie. Where are we meeting?” Rachel Ramsey’s voice drifted to where Kelsie sat. She held her breath, hoping she’d hear the location before Rachel exited out the door.

  “Beachfront Pub? Got it. See you there in ten.”

  Talk about right-place, right-time. Kelsie had better start going to church because someone up their just might be playing on her team.

  Slipping her shoe back on her foot, she ignored her protesting toes and stood. She walked up to the old security guy at the front desk and gave him her pageant-winning smile. “Where’s the Beachfront Pub?”

  He grinned as if she’d just gifted him a winning lotto ticket. A few minutes later, she hurried out of the building as fast as her bruised and blistered feet would carry her.

  Kelsie drove ten minutes to the Kirkland waterfront area and parked in the restaurant lot. She glanced in the rear-view mirror, still feeling as if her face betrayed the effects of Zach’s kiss last week. She touched her lips. Perhaps the physical evidence disappeared but in her mind those hungry lips of his still roamed across her mouth and face, wreaking havoc with her brain.

  No more men. Not a one. Especially not an unsociable loner with the manners of a caveman and a chip on his shoulder larger than most continents.

  No. No. No.

  Just keep saying the words, Kel, some day you might really believe them.

  Taking a deep breath to clear her mind and shore up her courage, she walked into the Beachfront Pub and paused in the doorway, scanning the tables. With the regal bearing of the beauty queen she once was, she wove between the tables to one near the window. Several men gazed appreciatively at her as she strolled by. She ignored them. They weren’t part of her plan, now or ever. Two heads bent close together, one blonde, one brunette, gossiped away, totally unaware of her determined approach.

  “Imagine meeting you here.” Kelsie gushed, using her best girlfriend-to-girlfriend voice.

  Both women glanced up at the same time. She caught the quick look between them, almost as if they were on to her but too polite to call her out on her deception.

  “I thought I’d drop by for a quick bite.”

  Again that silent look between friends. A hesitation. Kelsie held her breath, praying they were as nice as she guessed they were.

  Rachel smiled up at her, a friendly, open smile. “Please join us.”

  Lavender nodded her agreement as she sipped on a yummy looking foo-foo drink.

  “I’d love to.”

  Rachel moved her purse out of the way, and Kelsie slid into the booth seat next to her. “I was in the area meeting with Coach Jackson and Ms. Simms to discuss my progress on a special project.”

  “Zach’s manners class? Tyler told me all about it.” Lavender made a face, as if she didn’t quite agree with Tyler spreading dirt about Zach.

  “Tyler talks too much, and he holds his grudges near and dear to his heart.” Rachel sighed.

  “So does Zach.” Kelsie knew that better than anyone. No sense denying the obvious.

  “Tyler says you have Zach all tied up in knots. Mr. Invincible might not be so different from the rest of us.” Lavender winked at her.

  Kelsie shook her head, hoping to chop that rumor down. “Not those types of knots. He has good reason to dislike me, and he wallows in his grudges.”

  “Zach won’t let it go with Tyler either. Their childish war is dividing the team. I don’t understand why the coach allows it to happen.”

  Kelsie resisted the urge to defend Zach for the second time in a week. No reason to get her panties in a bunch over the truth. Zach did hold onto things long past their usefuln
ess. “Zach’s a bit of a stubborn, proud man.”

  “You knew him from high school?” Rachel signaled the waiter and a moment later one of the incredible drinks showed up in front of Kelsie.

  “What is it?”

  “Root beer float, only with alcohol instead of ice cream. It’s our lunch tradition.”

  Kelsie sipped the drink and licked her lips. “Heavenly.” She held her hands to her heart and looked upward. Rachel and Lavender laughed.

  “Hey, sister, you’re not distracting us that easily. Spill. You and Zach have a history,” Lavender prompted.

  Kelsie hesitated, not willing to tell all and paint herself in such an unfavorable light. “He hasn’t changed much, except he has more money. In high school, he stayed to himself, looks like he still does.” Thanks to her. She’d taught him a valuable lesson when it came to trusting people, and she felt like crap about it.

  They ordered lunch, sipped their drinks, and made small talk. Kelsie had so missed female interaction. Her ex all but cut off her friends over the past ten years. He’d embraced her family because both her parents worshipped him as if he walked on water. She could do nothing right in their eyes and his.

  A lull in the conversation gave Kelsie the in she needed. “Have you ever done something so stupid you can’t figure out how to rectify it?”

  “Of course.” Lavender paused in mid-chew and studied her.

  Rachel laughed. “All the time. I can’t even walk on a flat surface without stumbling.”

  “I could help you with that.”

  The both stared at her, mouths open.

  “You learn how to walk correctly in beauty queen school.”

  “Beauty queen school?” They said in unison.

  Kelsie waved them off. “It’s a long, boring story and not important to my problem.”

  “And that is?”

  “When I accepted the job working with Zach, I wanted to sweeten the pot, go above and beyond, give the Jacks more than their money’s worth.”

  “And you did what?”

  “I agreed to help Zach host a black-tie fundraiser at his home on Queen Ann Hill with proceeds going to Veronica’s favorite charity.”