Hot Stuff

He shrugged. 'You didn't ask.'

'I told you I could use everything about you to work the PR angle, yet you continue to withhold information.' She sashayed closer. 'I'm not into secrets.' She bunched his T-shirt in her hands and rose to her tiptoes so they were eye to eye, though it was her lips he couldn't take his eyes off of.

'You know I prefer to get things out into the open,' she said and, continuing to tease him, she brushed a kiss over his lips.

His groin hardened and the desire to have her now, on the lawn, in front of Nick, Mara and the wide blue sky overwhelmed him. 'You realize we have an audience?'

He nodded toward his best friend and his assistant. Although in truth, Vaughn didn't know whether they were watching or engaged in their own version of foreplay.

'Why don't we go somewhere we can be alone?' Annabelle's eyes glittered with excitement and he wanted nothing more than to agree.

Unfortunately he couldn't. 'I need to go home and shower.' He leaned forward and nibbled on her mouth. 'You can join me,' he suggested.

'Actually I have a better idea.' She stepped back.

'What?'

'It's all here.' She held a piece of paper in her hand and playfully turned it from side to side.

He tried to grab the sheet but she snatched it away, still teasing.

'Are you coming, Annabelle?' Mara asked.

Vaughn glanced over in time to see Mara sweep a hand down Nick's cheek and walk away, his^ friend's hungry eyes following the movement.

Nick had it bad. Not that Vaughn was one to talk.

'I'm coming,' Annabelle told Mara.

'Where are you going?' Vaughn asked her.

She pulled on the waistband of his shorts and dropped her note into his pants. She was all sex appeal but in her eyes, he thought he caught a glimpse of something more. Something that made his breath catch and his heart nearly stop.

'Meet me tonight,' she said in a husky voice.

He caught her wrist in his hand. 'What do you have planned in that mind of yours?'

She grinned. 'Something just for you in a place where we're guaranteed not to be interrupted,' she promised him.

'Last taxi is pulling out now.' Mara's voice interrupted them.

Annabelle waved goodbye to Vaughn with a wiggle of her fingers and a seductive twist of her hips as she took off with Mara.

Nick let out a slow whistle. 'Who'd have thought wine coolers could have such a potent effect on women.'

Vaughn laughed. 'I take it Mara was flashing her wares at you?'

Nick looked up at the heavens. 'That's one way of putting it.'

'You trusting her now?' Vaughn asked.

'I'm trying.'

'You?' Nick asked.

'I've got no reason to worry about that. Annabelle's job will be done and she'll be gone soon.'

Nick kicked his sneakered foot against the dirt. 'Yeah sure, buddy. That's what we tell ourselves, when we're trying not to fall too hard.' He slapped Vaughn on the back. 'Just be careful, okay?' 'You looking out for me now?'

He smirked. 'Actually you can take care of yourself just fine. It's Annabelle I'm worried about.' But Vaughn caught the lie in his friend's gaze.

They parted ways in the parking lot, Vaughn's mind on the note in his shorts from Annabelle, when a distinctive blue Chevy pulled into the space beside him.

His day went from promising to crap in seconds flat. He opened his car door anyway, intending to appear rushed and annoyed. Which he was, as his parents climbed out of their car.

'Hello, Mom. Dad.' He propped his arm on the window and waited for them to come to him. He'd been dodging their calls and expecting this visit since the vandalism at the lodge hit the local news.

'Hello, Brandon.' Estelle stepped forward Vaughn's father at her side, and an awkward silent followed.

'How'd you find me here?' Vaughn finally asked.

'According to most everyone in town, if you aren't home and you aren't at the lodge, you're on the field coaching misfits,' Theodore said.

'I doubt those were anyone's words but yours. Vaughn muttered. 'But the point is the same. Everyone in town knows where your son is except you.'

'Brandon, Theodore, please, don't do this,' Estelle said, interjecting between them. 'We came have a pleasant conversation.'

'Which we tried to do on the phone except you've been ignoring our calls,' his father added.

Vaughn pinched his forehead between his fingers 'I've been busy.'

'Trying to get that godforsaken lodge up and running. We know.' Theodore waved a hand dismissively. 'Why coach here for nothing when you could have a prestigious job at the college?' his father asked.

Surprisingly his mother shot Theodore an annoyed look. Standing up for Vaughn? Doubtful.

'Brandon, the publicity surrounding this venture is all negative.' His mother shook her head. 'Your father and I only want what's best for us all. Take the coaching job and let this pie-in-the-sky dream go.'

She reached out to touch his arm, but he stepped out of reach, the back of his legs hitting the inside of the car. 'The lodge is my dream,' he said through clenched teeth. 'Just like pro football was my dream. But my dreams don't mean anything to either one of you. Only Dad's dreams do.' He shook his head in frustration. 'I'm not taking the damn coaching job and Dad can just tell the board that I said to shove it. You're both just going to have to deal with that.'

'I told you this trip would be a waste of our time,' Theodore said to Estelle.

She shot him a pleading glance and for the first time he saw a glimpse of a caring woman. Too bad the caring was all about them. And they excluded their only son.

He watched them walk back to their car and drive away.

Settled in his vehicle, he slammed a hand against the steering wheel, his parents disapproving faces in front of him. They never gave their support, he knew they never would and yet he wished for it anyway. Like a kid in a candy store, they reduced him to a needy state and he frigging hated how it made him feel.

He shifted in his seat and got stabbed in the gut.

He couldn't help but grin as he pulled Annabelle forgotten note out of his pants. He shook his head laughing, his mood immediately lightening. Leave| to Annabelle to come up with such a unique method of delivery.

He unfolded the paper and read her hastily written words. 'Peace, quiet and space. Meet me at the lodge for all three and more. A.

Her timing was impeccable, he thought. She seemed to know what he needed even before he did. And tonight he needed her.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

VAUGHN DIDN'T KNOW what Annabelle had planned for tonight but his adrenaline was pumping big-time anyway. He'd returned home, showered and now he was heading for the lodge. He walked out of his bedroom and found Yank waiting for him, suitcase in hand.

'You're leaving?' Vaughn asked, surprised.

The older man nodded. 'I'm not getting any work done here and I can't keep avoiding Lola forever.'

Vaughn chuckled. 'If you want to try, you're welcome to stay here.'

Yank's expression softened suddenly. 'You're a good man and I've missed you,' he said, taking Vaughn by surprise.

'I missed you, too, Pops.'

Without warning, Yank pulled Vaughn into a bear hug, squeezing him tight. The gesture meant even more