Shit. He tipped his bottle and took a long drink. How could someone with such a hot, luscious body look so damn innocent? Definitely a puzzle.
His nieces and nephews were certainly drawn to her, as she now had a line of untied shoes. Luke stood across the yard, nodding at something Matt said, and their eyes met. It was a game they’d played all evening. Each letting the other know he was watching. And knowing that, he took three purposeful strides to stand beside Hannah.
She glanced up and smiled, quick and nervous. He held out his hand and felt the slight tremble when her fingers touched his. He pulled her to her feet.
“Cute,” she said, almost wistfully as she watched the last kid run away.
“Yeah.” But his eyes were on Hannah. The evening breeze lifted a few satiny strands and brushed them over his arm. Barely a touch, but the heat that rushed through his body burned hot and strong.
He forced his attention to a group of kids, running, puffing, and diving, in a desperate game to keep feathers off the ground without using their hands.
“Would this have been one of those times you and your brothers did something crazy?”
“Probably. You need a drink?”
He’d barely gotten the words out when he felt a thump on the arm followed by a cold splash and Hannah’s gasp. Water balloon. He took in her stunned expression, her wet shirt now practically transparent on one side.
He looked around for the source and saw his nephew Jack a few feet away, obviously the guilty party with his hand still hanging in the air. Matt stepped close and laid a protective hand on Jack’s shoulder. All adult chatter ceased and he felt their eyes fall on him like accusing fingers. Are they that afraid I’m going to lose it?
Shame washed over him, knowing why they would. He’d blown up on Christmas Eve three years ago. Broken a bottle against his mother’s hearth, screamed and cursed in front of his brothers’ kids. Made his sister’s baby cry. So consumed by anger, guilt, and grief.
After that he’d made sure he was out of town for holidays. For most days.
Rome. Zurich. Barcelona. Didn’t matter. He’d pour bourbon down his throat, screw the woman in his bed, then drink more to forget what he’d just done.
His family worried, looked at him with sad sorry eyes as they did now. And he hated it. They wanted the old Stephen back, the gentle, lighthearted man he’d been. That man didn’t exist anymore. He wasn’t fit for a children’s party, even if Matt didn’t want to believe it.
His gut reaction was to leave, throwing a dark cloud over another family gathering, except…Hannah laughed. A sound so beautiful he was caught by it, in it.
The game went on. Squeals and shouts. Conversation and movement. Everything continued around them, disaster averted.
The silk of her blouse wasn’t loose anymore, but sticking to her chest, outlining her bra beneath. Her nipples stood hard against the thin, soaked fabric and his mouth went dry. “You’re cold,” he said, finally finding his voice. “I mean…” It was cool out, but—Fuck. “Are you cold? Do you want to take it off?” Shit. Of course he hadn’t meant here and now. He should stop talking.
Her smile slipped and the pretty pink blush on her cheeks spread along her delicate throat, leading his eyes lower…where they did not need to go.
“Stephen.”
He jerked his eyes from her chest at the sound of his mother’s voice.
“Get your friend a towel.”
A towel. Right.
“Hannah.” Abby approached. “I’m sorry about that.” She passed her a towel as if she’d known they’d be needed eventually.
Jack edged up beside his mother. “Sorry, Uncle Stephen.”
He looked down into the brown eyes of a boy he barely knew. His own fault. Not Jack’s.
“It’s okay,” Hannah said. “No harm done.”
“Yeah,” Stephen added. “Good aim.”
“Not really. I was trying to hit Charlie, but he ran behind you.”
Oh, well.
Jack didn’t wait, just smiled and took off. Abby turned away as well, leaving him trying not to watch Hannah rub her breast.
“Hannah, push me!” Gracie shouted to her from the swing set.
Good idea. They both joined Gracie at the swings. He watched Hannah push, and spent the next fifteen minutes trying hard not to check the status of her drying shirt.
Soon the party wound down. The kids went inside to watch a movie, leaving the adults to relax on the deck against the backdrop of a setting sun. Adult drinks were poured, beers opened, and someone picked up a guitar.