The Switched Baby Scandal (A Scandals of San Sebastian Novel) (Entangled Bliss) by Theresa Meyers

“You’re underestimating me. First mistake.”
    She grasped the puck, laid it down in front of her on the table, and gave it a vicious whack with her slider. The puck zinged across the table. Reece reached out to block it and instead heard the black blur clatter into his goal slot. Reece retrieved the puck.
    “Not into playing nice, I see.”
    “Nope. I play for keeps. Did I mention that?”
    Taylor’s smug smile and confident air made his heart beat faster, but it was the enticing view of her cleavage every time she leaned over the table that sent him over the edge. And what exactly are we playing for, Taylor? Reece hit the puck with enough force to send it skipping over the surface of the table. Taylor easily blocked it, slid it off to one side, and whacked it back.
    Whack! Ping. Whack! The racket grew louder and louder as they hit the puck back and forth. Reece’s arm was feeling the workout and the adrenaline rush of the game felt good. Taylor was radiant with energy, making her even more beautiful. Every crack of her slider sent a curtain of blond hair swinging around her neck. Reece realized he was breathing harder, which he knew he couldn’t attribute to the game alone.
    Taylor was up by two points when the air on the table stopped flowing and the puck came to a sluggish stop in the middle of the table. She glanced over at Emily from the corner of her eye and saw she was rolling happily doing somersaults in the bounce-o-rama.
    “Want to play some more?”
    Taylor’s gaze intensified. “We probably better call it a game.”
    “Like to win, don’t you?” He was baiting her, and he could tell she knew it.
    “Absolutely.”
    Taylor brushed back the swing of her hair and smoothed her shirt. The action was subtle, but Reece had an instant vision of moving around the table, grabbing her, and kissing her senseless.
    “How’s Emily holding up?” Reece asked more casually than he felt.
    They both looked over to see her scooting rump first out of the bounce-o-rama.
    She darted over to them in her socks. “Can we go play on the jungle gym now?”
    She pointed a chubby finger over to the mass of twisting, multicolored tubes interlaced with slides, cargo-net ladders, and swinging ropes.
    Reece bent down until his face was level with Emily’s. “Do they let big people in there, too?”
    “Yes, but you have to take off your shoes,” Emily explained matter-of-factly.
    Reece nodded. “Thanks for telling me.”
    The three of them walked over to one of the benches ringing the perimeter of the massive contraption. He sat down and began pulling at the laces on his shoes.
    “You’re not serious about going in there?”
    He glanced at Taylor. “Why not?”
    “You’ll get stuck.”
    “Then I guess you’ll have to come in and get me.” He gave her a provocative smile.
    She rolled her eyes. “Seriously? Fine, I can’t have you both getting lost in there.” She slipped off her flats and pushed up the sleeves of her shirt.
    “Mommy, are you going in, too?” Emily bounced with excitement.
    “Yes.” Taylor sighed. “Where do we go in, Emily?”
    “Right over there by the lion’s mouth.”
    “It figures,” Taylor grumbled.
    He let the ladies go first. Big mistake. All the way through the tubes he had to watch Taylor’s behind wiggle enticingly and her smooth, shapely legs slide back and forth, her skirt riding up her thighs as she crawled along on her knees just in front of him. They made one circuit through the tubes and ended up in the ball pit. By that time he was glad he was sitting up to his waist surrounded by small plastic spheres so his aroused interest wasn’t so obvious.
    Emily dived beneath the primary-colored plastic balls beside him, completely burying herself in them. He and Taylor glanced at each other and burst out laughing.
    “Not exactly what you envisioned for today, is it?” she asked.
    “On the contrary, it’s better than I envisioned.”
    Her eyes softened and took on a misty