"Yes! Go, go, go!"
Fans went wild as the running back for the Crystal Springs
Panthers raced across the field, making a touchdown and
scoring extra points just as the buzzer sounded, winning
the game for his team. Everyone on the home team's side of
the bleachers jumped to their feet and began to cheer.
Beth Curtis joined them, yelling and bouncing up and down
in celebration of her former high school's football team
winning against their greatest rivals. Grinning from ear
to ear, she turned and threw herself into the arms of the
person on her immediate right — who just happened to be
Connor Riordan.
Connor was five years her senior — the same age as her
brother, Nicholas — but from the time she'd turned
thirteen, she'd used any excuse to be closer to him, to be
the focus of his attention and that coffee-brown gaze that
made her weak in the knees.
She pressed her face to his cheek and rubbed against its
sandpaper roughness. Even though it was practically
freezing, and they were both wrapped up in heavy coats,
hats, scarves and mittens, she could smell the musky scent
of his evergreen cologne.
God, she loved that smell. Sometimes, when she and her
girlfriends took a break from studying the law and all its
many intricacies at the University of Cincinnati Law
School, they'd take a trip to the mall. Beth almost always
found herself standing in the men's fragrance department,
sniffing at the colorful bottles until she found one that
smelled the most like Connor.
She suspected he wore Aspen, but couldn't be positive
without seeing the actual bottle he likely kept on his
bedroom dresser. But she was working hard at finding out
for sure.
Along with acing her next exam, one of her objectives was
to seduce Connor and make her way not only into his
bedroom but into his bed. She'd had this aspiration since
somewhere around her senior year of high school, but now
she was an adult and there was no reason why she and
Connor couldn't become lovers. She had been saving herself
for him, after all.
He set her back on her feet, still grinning with the
thrill of victory as he brushed an errant strand of hair
away from her face.
As willing as the crowd had been to sit in the stands for
more than two hours to cheer on their favorite team, they
were just as eager to leave now that they knew who'd won.
People began collecting their seat warmers and empty cocoa
cups and filing out of the stands.
"Hey, Curtis," Connor called over her head to her brother,
who had his arm around his longtime girlfriend, Karen
Morelli. "We going over to Yancy's for burgers?"
"Nah. Karen and I thought we'd head home. She wants to go
shopping in the morning and we need to get an early
start." Nick rolled his eyes, letting his friend know just
how much he was looking forward to that.
"I could go for a burger," Beth put in quickly, seizing
the opportunity to be alone with Connor.
It took him a minute, but finally he agreed. "Okay." He
tossed a look at Nicholas. "I'll drop her off after we get
a bite to eat."
"Sounds good." Karen and Nick shuffled single file to the
end of their row, leaving Beth and Connor to follow.
When they reached the jam-packed parking lot, Nick and
Karen headed for his car while Beth stuck with Connor as
he ambled toward his truck. The cold night air chilled her
fingers, even inside their gloves, and caused her cheeks
to tingle.
"Brr. It sure is cold tonight."
"Yeah." Connor unlocked the driver's side, then leaned
across the seat to push open the passenger-side door. "Get
in and I'll crank up the heat."
Beth eagerly climbed in and fastened her seat belt,
holding her hands up to the vents as warm air began
pouring out. They crawled like ants toward the exit of the
school parking lot, vehicles each taking turns as everyone
tried to squeeze out at the same time. Connor turned on
the radio and tuned it to a Martina McBride song in an
attempt to fill the silence in the pickup's cab and drown
out some of the shouts and horn blasts from surrounding
cars.
"Yancy's is going to be crowded," Beth pointed out,
knowing that just about everyone went there after a game,
whether it was to cheer another win for the Panthers'
season, or to commiserate over a well-played loss.
Connor slanted her a glance as the car ahead of them eased
forward. "I thought you were hungry."
She shrugged a shoulder, leaning back against the seat now
that she was no longer chilled.
"Want to go someplace else?"
Taking a deep breath and swallowing down any remaining
nerves bouncing around in her stomach, she said, "How
about Makeout Point?"
He responded with a bark of laughter, followed by a dark,
wide-eyed stare that clearly told her he thought she'd
lost her marbles. "You can't be serious."
"Why not? I know why people usually go up there, but it
really is a beautiful spot, and there aren't likely to be
any teenagers up there tonight, getting themselves into
trouble. They'll be too busy celebrating atYancy's."
"What would your brother say if he found out I took his
baby sister up to Makeout Point?"
Her teeth ground together at the mention of being "the
baby sister." That was something she heard way too often
for her peace of mind.
She wanted to tell Connor she didn't much care what her
brother might say — she was an adult now and it was her
life. But she knew how Connor felt about Nick and her
parents, and that he would never do anything he thought
they'd find unacceptable, especially where she was
concerned.
"It's not like we're going up there for some illicit
purpose," she told him instead. "I just thought it might
be nice to visit the Point on a night we're likely to see
more than rocking backseats."
To her surprise, he chuckled. "I suppose you're right. Do
you want to pick up some burgers to take with us?"
"Sure."
They followed the cavalcade of taillights through town to
Yancy's, but hit the drive-thru instead of going inside
with most of the other post-game customers. Even so, they
sat in line for quite a while, joining in with the arm
waves and honking horns as friends and neighbors passed by
in the black and gold colors of the Panthers team.
Once their order was ready, Connor passed the bags and
drinks to her while he paid, then rolled up his window and
pulled back onto the road, in the opposite direction of
most of the town's population. The scents of French fries
and grilled hamburgers permeated the cab, and Beth
couldn't resist opening one of the bags and sneaking a
potato.
Connor tipped his head in her direction, catching her in
the act. "No fair," he grumbled. "I'm hungry, too, you
know."
With a laugh, Beth reached into the bag a second time,
then lifted a French fry to Connor's lips. He opened his
mouth and bit down, nipping the tips of her fingers to
catch the entire fry.
A jolt of awareness shot through her hand and straight to
her center, where desire and sharp arousal pooled. She
wondered if he felt even a fraction the same as she did.
If she was lucky, by the end of the night, she would find
out.
They bumped along the dirt road that climbed up to the
Point and Connor angled his truck to look out over the
pine-dappled ridge that gave this spot its name. The
drinks and bags of food sat on the bench seat between them
as they divvied up the order. They ate quietly for a
while, watching the clouds slip across the moon and over
the tree line.
When they'd finished, Connor stuffed their garbage back
into the white paper bag and shoved it behind the seat,
presumably to be retrieved and thrown away later.
Beth folded one leg beneath the other, vinyl squeaking
beneath her jean-clad bottom as she shifted slightly more
in his direction. His legs were stretched out in front of
him, as much as the truck's console would allow, and he
had an arm slung over the steering wheel.
"So how's school going for you?" he asked after several
minutes of awkward silence had ticked by.
"Good," she replied. "Some of the classes are kind of
hard, but I think I'm doing okay."
"If I know you, you're doing better than just okay.And
wait until you're finished. You'll be a big-time lawyer,
ready to sue the pants off of anybody who crosses you."
"I'm not going to sue anyone. I'm going to defend them."
"Nah," he put in idly. "You can't make money that way,
unless you defend the rich and famous. And they're usually
guilty as sin."
"I don't care about money. I want to help people." He
grinned at her then, and she got the distinct feeling he
was seeing her as a child again, instead of as a full-
grown woman or potential love interest.
"I'm not a kid, you know, Connor," she told him, pulling
her shoulders back and thrusting out her breasts. They
might not be as impressive as her room-mate's 32Cs, but
they weren't too shabby.
"I know. You grew up real nice, Beth Ann."
She might have taken his comment as another insult,
another reminder that he thought of her as nothing more
than his best friend's baby sister, except for his tone.
The words came out in a near whisper, and the look in his
eyes stroked her straight down to her soul.
It was as vulnerable as she'd ever seen him. As close to
being open to seeing her as a woman he might be able to
have a relationship with.
Before he could come to his senses or she lost her nerve,
Beth leaned in and pressed her lips to his. For a moment,
he held perfectly still, not kissing her in return, but
not moving away, either.
When she pulled back, he blinked, the expression on his
face a cross between shock and curiosity. "Beth..."
"Don't say it," she murmured softly, staying where she
was, pressed close to him on the wide truck seat. The heat
from his body seeped past his unzipped winter coat and
permeated every inch of her exposed skin.
"I know how you feel about me," she hurried on. "I know
you think of me as Nick's little sister, nothing more than
a tagalong. But I'm all grown up now, and I want us to be
together. To at least explore what there might be between
us."
She waited a beat, expecting him to respond. Surprised he
hadn't interrupted her midspeech already.
"Haven't you ever thought about it, Connor? Haven't you
wondered what it might be like between us?"
Her heart was pounding in her chest like the high school's
half-time marching band, and the tension in the air
threatened to send the burger she'd eaten into revolt.
But the fact that Connor hadn't immediately begun to argue
with her, hadn't physically returned her to the other side
of the bench seat and started to drive her home, gave her
a modicum of hope. Maybe her infatuation wasn't entirely
one-sided. Maybe there was a chance he was interested in
her, too.