low voice that turned her on? “I’ m staring at ‘ your hips ’ because you’re still compensating with your good leg.”
“Am not.” He squared his shoulders and tucked his thumbs in his pants’ pockets, drawing her attention once more to “his hips.”
“Are too.” Avery jerked her eyes up to his face then gestured in a circular motion with her hand. “Turn around and walk away from me over there, along the sidewalk. I want to see you from behind.”
A lazy grin crept across his face. “I bet you do.”
“On second thought, maybe there’s not enough room on the sidewalk for you and your ego.” She raised an eyebrow and made another circular sweep with her index finger. “Just go!”
Grey shrugged and turned. Oh yes, she did enjoy having a legitimate reason to stare at his tight little butt. Naturally, he decided to make a joke of her concerns and began swaying his hips like a woman as he strolled away from the table. On the third step, he grabbed his bad knee and leaned against the nearby bike rack. “Ooh.”
Avery jumped up, dashed to his side, and grabbed his waist. “What happened? Did your knee give out?”
He spun on his good leg, laughing. “Gotcha!”
“You think you’re a wise guy.” She slapped his shoulder, although truthfully she didn’t mind the excuse to be so close. Stolen moments like this were all she could enjoy.
“Just admit it.” He caught her arm before she eased away. “You were enjoying the show.”
His silver eyes glittered. Had his breathing turned a little ragged? She felt hers fall shallow. He held fast to her arm, almost tugging her closer. His focused attention made her girly parts tingle and tighten. Her mouth went dry.
“You’re blushing,” he said, still clutching her forearm.
“Let go.” She tried wrenching herself from his grasp before she did something stupid like throw herself at him. And then, as if coming out of a dream, she remembered why she was there in the first place, which made her wonder about his plans. “What are you doing here, anyway? Meeting the athletic director to discuss teen climbing programs?”
He released her and shoved his hands deep into his jacket pockets.
“No.” All traces of humor had fled his voice and eyes. “I came to hear what your brother has to say for himself.”
His uncharacteristically somber tone and demeanor set off alarms. She tried to control her response, but felt her eyes grow wide with panic. “Are you planning to use his words against him in your case, or with the DA?”
“You’re determined to suspect the worst, aren’t you? Maybe I’m just curious to learn something about the man who messed with my life. Wouldn’t you be?”
“I suppose.” Avery pressed her lips together. “Why here and now? Andy’s already nervous. Seeing you in the audience will only make it worse.”
“Then I’ll stay in the back, okay?”
Avery shrugged. “Guess I can’t stop you.”
“Would’ve been nice if you invited me to sit with you, Bambi. I thought maybe we’d started to become friends.” When he turned toward the door, he glanced over his shoulder. “You know, you can’t go staring at my backside again after refusing to keep me company.” He winked and sauntered into the school.
Avery slouched onto the bench, holding her stomach. What if Andy said something to hurt his case? Grey had as much at stake as the rest of them, so she couldn’t fault him for sharing whatever he might learn with his lawyer.
She dropped her head into her hands, but then Emma walked up and cleared her throat.
“You looked piqued.” Emma tipped her head sideways. “What’s going on between you and Grey?”
“What?”
“I couldn’t help but notice the tension—the heat—between you and Grey.” Emma straightened up and crossed her arms. “Are you two involved ?”
“No.” Avery sighed. “He’s a flirt, but he’s harmless.”
“He likes you, not Kelsey?” Emma touched her fingers to her
“Am not.” He squared his shoulders and tucked his thumbs in his pants’ pockets, drawing her attention once more to “his hips.”
“Are too.” Avery jerked her eyes up to his face then gestured in a circular motion with her hand. “Turn around and walk away from me over there, along the sidewalk. I want to see you from behind.”
A lazy grin crept across his face. “I bet you do.”
“On second thought, maybe there’s not enough room on the sidewalk for you and your ego.” She raised an eyebrow and made another circular sweep with her index finger. “Just go!”
Grey shrugged and turned. Oh yes, she did enjoy having a legitimate reason to stare at his tight little butt. Naturally, he decided to make a joke of her concerns and began swaying his hips like a woman as he strolled away from the table. On the third step, he grabbed his bad knee and leaned against the nearby bike rack. “Ooh.”
Avery jumped up, dashed to his side, and grabbed his waist. “What happened? Did your knee give out?”
He spun on his good leg, laughing. “Gotcha!”
“You think you’re a wise guy.” She slapped his shoulder, although truthfully she didn’t mind the excuse to be so close. Stolen moments like this were all she could enjoy.
“Just admit it.” He caught her arm before she eased away. “You were enjoying the show.”
His silver eyes glittered. Had his breathing turned a little ragged? She felt hers fall shallow. He held fast to her arm, almost tugging her closer. His focused attention made her girly parts tingle and tighten. Her mouth went dry.
“You’re blushing,” he said, still clutching her forearm.
“Let go.” She tried wrenching herself from his grasp before she did something stupid like throw herself at him. And then, as if coming out of a dream, she remembered why she was there in the first place, which made her wonder about his plans. “What are you doing here, anyway? Meeting the athletic director to discuss teen climbing programs?”
He released her and shoved his hands deep into his jacket pockets.
“No.” All traces of humor had fled his voice and eyes. “I came to hear what your brother has to say for himself.”
His uncharacteristically somber tone and demeanor set off alarms. She tried to control her response, but felt her eyes grow wide with panic. “Are you planning to use his words against him in your case, or with the DA?”
“You’re determined to suspect the worst, aren’t you? Maybe I’m just curious to learn something about the man who messed with my life. Wouldn’t you be?”
“I suppose.” Avery pressed her lips together. “Why here and now? Andy’s already nervous. Seeing you in the audience will only make it worse.”
“Then I’ll stay in the back, okay?”
Avery shrugged. “Guess I can’t stop you.”
“Would’ve been nice if you invited me to sit with you, Bambi. I thought maybe we’d started to become friends.” When he turned toward the door, he glanced over his shoulder. “You know, you can’t go staring at my backside again after refusing to keep me company.” He winked and sauntered into the school.
Avery slouched onto the bench, holding her stomach. What if Andy said something to hurt his case? Grey had as much at stake as the rest of them, so she couldn’t fault him for sharing whatever he might learn with his lawyer.
She dropped her head into her hands, but then Emma walked up and cleared her throat.
“You looked piqued.” Emma tipped her head sideways. “What’s going on between you and Grey?”
“What?”
“I couldn’t help but notice the tension—the heat—between you and Grey.” Emma straightened up and crossed her arms. “Are you two involved ?”
“No.” Avery sighed. “He’s a flirt, but he’s harmless.”
“He likes you, not Kelsey?” Emma touched her fingers to her
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