Razing Kayne by Julieanne Reeves

thinking about having meaningless sex with her. And that's exactly what it would be,
     because they had no future. He was only here to uncover the truth about Gracie's identity.
     Once he had his answer, once his heart finally accepted what his brain knew—that Gracie
     was not his baby girl—he'd have no reason to stick around.
    You're so full of shit. You can't go five minutes without thinking of that sexy little sprite standing in
     front of you.
    “Fuck off,” he muttered under his breath. That voice was truly beginning to piss him
     off.
    Jessica cocked her head questioningly. “What was that?”
    “Just admiring your shirt.” Shoving his darker thoughts away, he managed a smile. “So it's a battle of the T-shirts,
     is it?” He appreciated the way she filled out her Y ou-Might-Be-A-Dispatcher-If: T-shirt. He loved those doll baby, or baby doll, or whatever the hell those shirts
     were called that emphasized a woman's figure instead of cloaking it in a big baggy
     sack.
    “Be sure to read the last one.”
    “ You might be a dispatcher if: You tell grown men where to go and what to do when they
     get there.” Kayne leaned in, dropping his voice to a whisper. “I'd let you tell me where and
     how.” He enjoyed watching the blush that crept up her neck and face.
    “You have a one-track mind.” Jessica laughed nervously and turned her attention toward
     some papers on the counter. “Behave, or I won't show you your surprise.”
    She smelled incredible, tempting Kayne to bury his nose in her hair. If she used hairspray,
     he couldn't tell. The curls looked soft and silky with the scent of almonds and vanilla.
     He wondered what it would feel like curtaining them as she leaned over and kissed
     him Wait , what?
    Her statement finally registered. “ My surprise?”  
    ***
    Jess waved the game information printout between them. “Do you know what this is?”
    Kayne captured her wrist and held the paper still, his grasp firm but gentle. He eyed
     the paper curiously. “Info on tonight's hockey game?”
    “Coyotes vs. Redwings. Interested?” Jess had to force herself to stand still instead of jumping up and down
     with excitement.
    “Seriously? How did you get tickets? The game sold out moments after the Coyotes made it into
     post season.”
    “I have my sources.” A previous client had the resources to get them, and he'd owed
     her a favor for averting a disaster during his daughter's wedding the previous year.
     The scheduled venue had sustained water damage a mere forty-eight hours before the
     wedding. Jess had been able to accommodate them, and her client had been eternally
     grateful, even sending her referrals from time to time.
    Jess fought not to grin. “So, think you can find someone to go with you?”
    “Wait...no, I made a promise to the kids.” He edged back, crossing his arms over his
     chest, his face drawn up in a scowl. “Maybe Joe or Del or somebody would like them.”
    “They are once in a lifetime tickets, Kayne.” Was he seriously going to pass on playoff
     tickets? She could hardly believe it. Jarred would have been on the phone and halfway
     out the door.
    “Pass.”
    She took pity on him. “Kayne, there's five of them. I was just teasing. I confirmed
     Gracie can sit on my lap.”
    Kayne stepped closer, his face inches from hers. “Don't play head games with me, Jessica!”
    God, he sounded as furious as he looked. Her pulse spiked, and she reflexively tried
     edging back, only to find herself up against the counter.
    “Oksana played head-games, and it drove me batshit crazy.”
    Her hand trembled as she brushed the hair out of her face. “I'm not her.”
    Kayne took a half-step back as if realizing he was scaring her. “I'd never hurt you,
     Jessica,” He softened his voice. “Never.”
    She nodded but didn't relax until he turned and leaned against the counter at her
     side.
    “So we're really going to the game? All of us?”
    “Yeah, all of us.”
    He cocked his