Game On Box Set: Time OutHer Man AdvantageFace-OffBody Check

by Jill Shalvis

  “Bullshit.”

  She sighed. “Okay, you’re right. It’s personal. It’s just that…remember when I said I had to instigate or I’d get screwed up?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, it happened anyway. I’m screwed up.”

  “What are you screwed up about?”

  The fact that I’ve fallen in love with you… She fought to get free and rolled off the bed. “I have to go, Mark. Don’t make this harder than it is.”

  “I’m not making this anything,” he said, sitting up, watching her from inscrutable eyes. “That’s all you. If things veer off the path of your plan in any way, you panic, like now. Things happen, Rainey. You know that.”

  “Hey, you’re the one with the plan,” she said. “The plan that can’t go more than a day in advance. I’m not even sure why, except that it leaves you open in case something better comes along.”

  “Is that what you think?” He caught her before she could grab her clothes—damn he was fast—and pulled her back to his chest. “Rainey, there’s no one else. Not while we’re…”

  “Having all the sex?” She crossed her arms, doing her best to ignore that her butt was pressed into his groin. But then he stirred. Hardened. “Are you kidding me? Now?”

  With a sigh, he let her go. “I can’t help it. You’re naked. And hot. I’m hard-wired to react.”

  They both looked at his erection. A little part of her wanted to push him back down to the bed and jump him.

  Okay, a big part of her.

  “I’m seriously late,” she said. “We can finish this tonight.”

  “Can’t. I’m flying to New York after the car wash, doing some press. I’ll be gone three or four days.”

  “Oh,” she said, hopefully hiding her disappointment.

  “I’ll see you when I get back,” he murmured, watching her body with avid attention as she gathered some clothes.

  “Can you make plans that far out?”

  “Ha ha.” He pulled out his phone and opened his calendar file, flipping through the days with his thumb. “Shit. Five days. I’ll be back Saturday, just in time for the auction and the big games on Sunday.”

  “That’s almost a whole week,” she said. “I might find another non-fixer upper by then. Gotta leave my options open.” She went into the bathroom, carefully avoiding the mirror and her rosy oversexed complexion as she got into the shower. When she went back into the bedroom to dress, she didn’t look at Mark’s oversexed self either, still naked and sprawled out on her bed, working on his phone. She grabbed her purse and turned to the door, only to be forced back around by Mark’s firm hands on her arms.

  “Lunch,” he said. “Today.”

  “Can’t.”

  “Can’t? Or won’t?”

  “Can’t. I have a meeting. And won’t. I need a little space, Mark.”

  He stared at her as if it hadn’t occurred to him that she wouldn’t want him.

  “Tell me you’ve been turned down before,” she said.

  “Sure. In fifth grade Serena Gutierrez said she’d go out with me, but then I found out she’d also said yes to five other guys. She broke my heart.”

  Hands on hips, she narrowed her eyes. “Something past puberty.”

  “I was dumped right before my high school prom and had to go stag.”

  “Yes, and you ended up with three dates once you got there,” she reminded him. “Three girls who were also solo.”

  “Oh yeah,” he said with a fond smile.

  Whirling, she headed down the hallway to the front door.

  “Okay, okay,” he said on a laugh, following her. “I’ve been dumped plenty. I work twenty-four/seven, and I travel all the time. I don’t have a lot left to give to a relationship. Women don’t tend to like that.”

  “Hence the day-to-day thing?”

  “Don’t fix what isn’t broke,” he said.

  Right. She nodded, throat tight. “Good idea.” Too bad it was too late. She was already broke. “Goodbye, Mark,” she said softly, and walked out the door.

  * * *

  MARK STARED AT the closed door and felt cold to the bone. That hadn’t felt like an “I’ll see you in five days’’ goodbye. That had felt like a goodbye goodbye.

  Which meant he’d messed up. It’d been a while since he’d done that, and even longer since he’d faced a problem that he had no idea how to fix.

  Needing to try, he yanked the door open and stepped onto the porch, just in time to see Rainey’s taillights vanish down the road.

  “Damn,” he muttered, and shoved his fingers through his hair. He was the biggest dumbass on the planet.

  A female gasp interrupted his musings, and had him turning to face a woman standing on the next porch over. She was in her forties, looking completely shell-shocked as she stared at him.

  “You’re…naked.”

  Shit. Yes, he was. Bare-assed naked, giving her the full Monty. With as much dignity as he could, he turned to go back inside, but the door had shut behind him.

  And locked.

  Mark once again faced the woman, who let out a low, inarticulate sound at the sight of him. “I’m going to need to borrow your phone,” he said.

  13

  MARK WAS SITTING out front of Rainey’s town house with the neighbor’s towel around his hips when Rick drove up and honked.

  “Shut up,” Mark muttered as he walked to the car.

  “Watch the towel, man, these are leather seats.”

  Mark flipped him off.

  “Aw,” Rick said with a tsk. “Rough day already?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it. Ever.”

  “I bet.” Rick drove off with lots of grinning and the occasional snicker, which Mark ignored.

  They went to the motel so Mark could get clothes, and then to the construction site, where he spent the next few hours compartmentalizing. Swinging a hammer, wielding his phone for Mammoth business, and…thinking about Rainey dumping his sorry ass.

  Don’t go there....

  Late afternoon he left the construction site and headed to the rec center for the car wash. Casey and James helped staff members set up but there was a lot of chaos, and for that Mark was glad because it gave him something to do other than think too hard. His softball team straggled in one by one, dropped off by parents or riding in with friends who had a license, and for a minute, Mark’s spirits rose. The girls would annoy him in no time flat, taking his attention away from himself.

  They weren’t in their uniforms today. Nope, they’d come dressed as they pleased, which was hardly dressed at all. Bikinis, low-riding shorts, tight yoga pants…the combination made his head spin. “Okay, no,” he said. “Go add layers. Lots of them.”

  When he turned around, Rick was standing there, holding two sodas. “You do realize that they’re not your million-dollar guys, being paid to be bossed by you, right?”

  “You brought me here to clean up their act and make players out of them.”

  “No, I brought you here so your players could clean up their act.”

  Oh, yeah. Right. “Well, we’ll kill two birds with one stone.”

  Rick shook his head and offered him one of the sodas. “You look like hell, man. So how did you end up the one dumped? And has that ever even happened before?”

  “What part of I don’t want to talk about it don’t you get?” He let out a breath when Rainey came out of the building wearing denim shorts and a tee, and…

  Mark’s ball cap.

  She was finally wearing his ball cap. Ignoring the pain in his chest, he looked her over as indifferently as he could manage. A ponytail stuck out the back of the hat, her beat-up sneakers were sans socks, and she looked every bit as young as his softball team. Across the parking lot, their gazes met. Hers was wary, uncertain, vulnerable, and… hell.

  Sad.

  He imagined his was more of the same, minus the vulnerable part. He didn’t do vulnerable.

  “Want my advice?” Rick asked.

 
“No.”

  His brother clapped a hand on Mark’s shoulder. “Gonna give it to you anyway. Whatever it is, whatever stupid ass thing you’ve done, suck it up and apologize. Even if you weren’t wrong. Works every time, and as a bonus, you get make-up sex.”

  “That’s your advice?” Mark asked. “To grovel?”

  “You got anything better?”

  “No.”

  Rick laughed and walked off, heading for Lena, who greeted him with a sweet smile and a kiss.

  Rainey was still looking at Mark. Raising her chin slightly, she headed right for him, and his heart, abused all damn morning, kicked hard. For the first time in his entire life, he actually had to fight a flight response but he forced himself to hold his ground as more cars pulled in.

  Guys. Teenage guys. The ones James and Casey were working with. They piled out of their cars with greetings for Rainey and his girls, who were coming back outside, only slightly more covered than they’d been when they arrived.

  “Mark.”

  Sharee hadn’t changed out of her short shorts and she was sauntering up to Todd, who had his eyes locked on her body.

  “Mark,” Rainey repeated.

  “What the hell are they wearing?”

  “Who?”

  “The girls. Look at them, do you call that a swimsuit?” he asked. “Because I call it floss.”

  She made a choked reply, and he turned to look at her. She was laughing at him. This morning she’d walked away from him and now she was laughing at him. “How is this funny?” he demanded.

  “You’re micromanaging. Listen, Coach, all you have to do this afternoon is stand around and look pretty.”

  “What?” he asked incredulously, but then he was distracted by Todd, who was running a finger over Sharee’s shoulder. What the hell?

  Rainey moved in front of Mark and waited until he tore his attention away from the teens. “It’s a car wash, Mark. A summer car wash for the teenagers’ sports program. We do this biweekly. They’re having fun, as they should.”

  He tried to look over her head but she merely went up on her tiptoes and held eye contact. “You going to tell me what happened this morning?”

  “We…” He refused to say they broke up. One, they hadn’t had that kind of a relationship, and two, even if they had, he sure as hell didn’t want to admit it was over. “Had a difference of opinion.”

  She blinked, then took a step back. “I meant about you getting locked out on my porch naked.”

  Shit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Nice,” she said, nodding. “And I can see how you manage to fool people with that voice. It’s absolutely authoritative.” She pulled out her phone, brought up a picture, and showed it to him.

  It was him. Bare ass. On her porch.

  “It’s a little blurry,” she said, staring at it. “Because Stacy—my neighbor—was extremely nervous. She was also impressed. It was chilly this morning.”

  His jaw set. “She sent this to you?”

  “Yes. She was worried about the naked guy trying to break into my place.” Mercifully she put her phone away. “Now, about that ‘difference of opinion’.”

  Oh, hell. He braced himself. “You walked away from me.”

  “Yes, because I had to go to work.” She paused again, her eyes on his. “And…you thought I walked away from you.” She waited a beat. “You actually thought I’d—” Now she shook her head. “It was an argument, Mark. And I’m guessing by your reaction that you don’t have many of them. Of course not.” She smacked her own forehead. “Because in your world, you’re the dictator. Well, Mark, welcome to the real world. Where I get to be right some of the time, and that means you have to be wrong occasionally.”

  “Wrong,” he repeated slowly.

  “Yeah, wrong,” she said on a mirthless laugh. “Even the word sounds foreign coming off your tongue.” She was hands on hips, pissed off. “So is that what usually happens? You just write off anyone who disagrees with you?”

  Actually, very few people ever disagreed with him. He was paid the big bucks to be in charge, in control, and to make small decisions, and he was good at those things. He didn’t have much of a margin of error, and frankly, he’d surrounded himself with people who knew this and were either always in line with his way of thinking, or they kept their opinions to themselves.

  “Wow, you are so spoiled.” Her smile had vanished, and now she just looked disappointed in him. That was new too.

  New and entirely uncomfortable. “Rainey—”

  “Tell me this. You came here this morning thinking what, that we were totally over?” She stared at him, obviously catching the answer in his eyes. “I see,” she said slowly. “How convenient that must have been for you.”

  “It didn’t feel convenient,” he said. “It felt like a knife in my chest.”

  She absorbed that silently, without any hint of how she felt about it. Fair enough, he supposed, since he’d kept his feelings from her often enough.

  * * *

  THEY MADE FIVE thousand dollars at the car wash, Mark made sure of it. He called in favors and made nonnegotiable requests of everyone he could think of, and the cars poured in.

  When it was over, Rick pulled him aside. “I take back every shitty thing I said about you.”

  Mark slid him a look.

  “Well, for today anyway.” Rick grinned, hauling him in for a guy hug. Mark shoved free and wrote the rec center a check, matching the funds as he’d promised to do. “How’s it going finding a new building?”

  “It’s not.” Rick’s smile faded. “But we still have until the end of the year. Hopefully something will work out or we’re out of a lot of jobs, not to mention what will happen if the kids end up with no programs to keep them busy.”

  Mark nodded.

  “How about you and Rainey?”

  “What about us?” Mark asked.

  “You forget what I said about groveling?”

  “I’m not groveling, Rick.”

  “Right, because that would be too big a step for you. You try the supply closet? That seems to work well for you two.”

  “Hey, we were talking in that closet.”

  “Uh-huh. Listen, I love you, man,” Rick said. “Love you like a brother…”

  Mark rolled his eyes.

  “But you can’t screw with Rainey like you do your other women.”

  “I don’t screw with women.”

  “No, you screw ’em and leave ’em. We all watch Entertainment Tonight, you know.”

  “It was a photo shoot!”

  “Rainey’s a sweetheart,” Rick said. “She’s strong and tough and fiercely protective, and she takes care of those she cares about, but sometimes she forgets to take care of herself.”

  “I know that.”

  “And did you also know that in her world, being with you, sleeping with you, is a relationship? She’s invested.”

  “We’ve discussed it,” Mark said tightly. “We’re taking it day-to-day.”

  Rick’s eyebrows went up, then he shook his head. “Day to day? Are you kidding me? You let a woman like Rainey hang on your whim?”

  Mark pulled out his phone but for once it wasn’t ringing. That was great.

  “You’re an even bigger idiot than I thought,” Rick said.

  “Thanks.”

  “Hey, I’m trying to help here. Figured since I’m the only one of us in a successful relationship, I should spread the wealth of knowledge.”

  “You had nothing to do with your relationship. Lena set her sights on you, and you just happened to be smart enough to let her.”

  “Which begs the question,” Rick said. “Why aren’t you just as smart?”

  * * *

  ON THE WAY to the airport, Mark made a drive-by past Rainey’s place. She wasn’t in, which just about killed him. He took the red-eye to New York and hit the ground running the next day. In his hotel room that night, he stared at the ceiling. He’d told himself he’d been
too busy to think of Rainey, but that was a lie, and one thing he never did was lie to himself.

  He’d thought of her.

  And as stupid as it seemed given that he’d just seen her the day before, all wet and soapy and having a great time at the car wash, he missed her. It wasn’t a physical ache. Okay, it was. But hell, she’d looked damn good in those shorts and tee, better than any of the teenagers and their newfound sexuality.

  Rainey had looked comfortable in her skin. Happy with herself and what she’d chosen to do with her life. Sure of herself.

  It had been the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, and yeah, now he was lying in bed with a hard-on the size of Montana, but he missed more than her body.

  He’d be back in Santa Rey in a few days, he told himself. Just in time for the black-tie dinner and auction, and then the big games against Santa Barbara the next day. Every penny that was donated was going to the rec center, and Mark had made sure that there would be a lot of pennies. The Mammoths had donated the money for the event, the supplies, the ads, and the ballroom at the Four Seasons—everything, and all the players had agreed to get auctioned off.

  The money should be huge, and then there were the games the next day. After that, Mark and the guys could leave town knowing they’d done their best to give back to a community that had badly needed the help.

  And Rainey…Rainey would go back to dating. Hell, maybe she was out on a date right now. Which would be no one’s fault but his own.

  Rick had been right. Mark was an idiot. If he’d played his cards better, he could have postponed the trip and right this minute be gliding into Rainey’s sweet, hot, tight heat, listening to those sexy little sounds she made when she got close, the ones that made him want to come just thinking about it.

  Shoving up from his bed, he hit the shower, standing there at two-thirty in the morning beneath the hot water, his only company his regrets and his soapy fist.

  * * *

  RAINEY WALKED INTO the auction, her stomach in knots. She’d come with Lena and Rick, the three of them dressed to the hilt. She was wearing a little black dress and heels that bolstered her courage.