Excerpt of Caught in the Act by Kim Law

“I . . . uh . . .” Louisa’s stumbling words caught his
attention. She was looking back and forth between them,
confusion marring her face. “I guess you two know each
other?” she finally asked.

Brody’s gaze met Cat’s. They nodded simultaneously.

“We know each other,” he said. “Though it’s been a long
time.”

Cat nodded again, the anger he’d seen flash across her
face softening back into surprise. “Long time,” she
muttered.

And then her gaze skittered away.

Her lack of eye contact intrigued him, and he took the
moment to study her appearance. Her makeup was just
right: applied with a light hand but enough to come
across as professional. Her hair, with its wide band
perfectly matching her top and shoes, didn’t have a
single flyaway strand.

And her stance screamed that she was important—only not
so much as to not fit in with the locals. She wore her
Davenport air, and from everything he’d seen over the
last two decades, she should be standing there with a
high level of confidence.
However, she was still focusing on anything other than
him.

And then he got it. She hadn’t been spying on him for the
last five days. She’d been ogling.

Him.

This brought a broad grin to his face. It had been
nineteen years since he’d seen her. And yeah, he knew
that people checked him out. He took care of himself.
According to gossip at the college, he was a “hottie.”
But to have Cat think so. After all this time. The very
idea sent a rush of hot pleasure through his body.
And he could see it on her face when she peeked up at him
once more. Her chin tilted stubbornly in the air.
Catherine Davenport had just figured out that the guy she
had the hots for was the very boy who’d once fumbled his
way into her panties.

And she lived right next door to him.

The summer suddenly looked a whole lot brighter.

“Mr. Hollister,” a high-pitched voice said at his side. A
small hand yanked on his belt loop, and in the next
instant, multiple hands yanked on multiple belt loops,
with additional “Mr. Hollisters” thrown in.

Brody looked down. He was surrounded by every kid who’d
been sitting perfectly quiet only two minutes earlier.
Not that he couldn’t handle them when they weren’t
sitting quietly, they’d just caught him off guard. It
would be only a matter of getting everyone calmed back
down, and things would be fine.

He pried Amy’s tiny hand off his jeans while ignoring Cat
still standing in the doorway. “What can I do for you,
Amy?”

“Can the woman stay?” the girl asked.

“Yeah!” Fourteen other kids shouted the word in unison
and began bouncing up and down, almost as one entity.
“Let the woman stay,” they chanted. “Let the woman stay.”

A soft chime sounded overhead, and Louisa mumbled
something about the front door. She was gone before Brody
could ask for help.

Amy tugged on his belt loop again. “Mr. Hollister.”

“Yes, Amy?” Once again, he pried small fingers from the
denim.

“I need to pee.”

Oh geez.

Brody looked around, panicked, feeling suddenly out of
control. He did not want to ask Cat for help. There was a
certainty in him that if he let her in, even a
millimeter, she would quickly become more than a pretty
neighbor to secretly fixate on.

He shoved the thought from his mind. She may be next
door, and he may still want her—no matter how they’d
ended—but it didn’t mean he had to act on it. Even if one
glance at her in close proximity had him thinking that he
wanted to peel that innocent-looking white skirt from her
body and see what she looked like in a teeny-tiny pair of
bikinis.

It had nothing to do with her personally. It had simply
been a while.

And men had needs.

“How about we all make a bathroom run?” he suggested. He
stood tall and swept his gaze over the children. “Line
up.” He motioned with his arms, each drawing out a line
the kids should step to. “Boys on one side, girls on the
other.”

Cat entered the room.

She reached out a hand for Amy’s. “I’ll take the girls.”

“There’s no need,” Brody started. He grabbed Amy’s hand
before Cat could. “I can handle it.”

Sculpted blonde eyebrows rose before him. “So can I.”

She stared at him, and it was as if nineteen years
slipped away into nothing.

Something had happened that summer that he’d never been
able to replicate with another woman. Not even the one
he’d been engaged to.

And it seemed to be happening again whether he liked it
or not.

All of a sudden, he felt like the geeky teenager he’d
once been. She’d been so out of his league. A Davenport.
A year older. She’d had a license, for Christ’s sake.

Yet she’d been drawn to him, too. She’d become his best
friend during those weeks. He would have followed her
anywhere.

Fine. He silently relented. He narrowed his eyes at her
as he released Amy’s hand. But I didn’t ask for your
help.

Shocker.

He’d been proud even then. No father, a single,
struggling mother. He’d needed to be on top of his game
for the scholarships he sought.

Cat had needed to be pristine for her family’s
reputation.

All of that had disappeared on their last day together.

Cat pasted on her fake, public smile now and proceeded to
ignore him. She glowed down at the line of waiting girls.
Each of them tittered in front of her as if in the
presence of a princess. “Let’s make it a game,” she
suggested in a secretive voice. “I’ll be the mama duck,
and each of you are my ducklings. That means you have to
hold on to your duckling sister in front of you.” She
showed them how with one arm outstretched toward Amy’s
shoulder. “And stay in a single-file line.”

The girls solemnly nodded and then assembled behind their
leader, each with one hand on the girl in front of her.
As they filed out of the room, the occasional soft quack
could be heard coming from the hallway. Brody couldn’t
help but smile.

When the last one disappeared out the door, he realized
that he stood in the middle of five silent boys. All of
them—including him—had fallen under Cat’s spell and were
now staring awestruck in the direction she’d gone,
tongues practically lolling out of their mouths.

Terrific. Nothing had changed. She had a way about her.

He looked down at Dylan, the oldest of the boys, who had
lifted his head and was studying Brody intently. A
quizzical expression was etched on the boy’s face.

“She’s pretty,” Dylan said innocently.

Brody nodded. “Yes, she is.” She had only gotten prettier
since he’d last seen her.
“I like her,” the boy stated.

It didn’t take long to figure that out about Cat.
Everyone liked her. Dread settled in Brody’s gut. He may
have been only fifteen before, but she’d broken his heart
in two.

I like her, too.