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  More like strutted. She was dressed to the hilt in some soft blue silky business suit and do-me heels, muttering, “I’m going to kill myself if I have to listen to that track one more time.” At the sight of him, she stopped.

  Before his eyes, she drew herself up to her full height, summoning a smile that didn’t come even close to her eyes. “Hey.”

  “Wow,” he said. “I’ve now seen more fake smiles this morning than I have all week long.”

  Her smile congealed, then vanished altogether. She pressed a finger to her eye. “Twitching again. Damn it.”

  “Going well in there, huh?” He nodded back toward her house, from which the ear-splitting rap still came.

  “Define ‘well.’”

  “In this case, I’d say that it meant no one had been murdered.”

  “Well, then, yes, it’s going well. Have you ever actually lived with a teenager? They’re like—”

  “Aliens?” he suggested helpfully, thinking of his brother.

  “Exactly.” She opened her car door, tossed in her briefcase, then glanced back at the house.

  The music still blared from the cracks.

  With a gritting of her teeth, she stalked halfway back up the walk, put her hands around her mouth, and yelled, “Your two minutes are gone! Now get your—”

  The music shut off.

  Mia huffed and adjusted her jacket. In her gravity-defying, towering heels, she whirled back to her car. “Have a good day,” she said tightly and got behind the wheel, sliding on mirrored sunglasses that looked as expensive as the rest of her.

  “You, too,” he said to one of the biggest mistakes he’d ever made, straddling his bike, not missing the fact that she watched him do so.

  He drove off, still feeling her gaze on him. He wasn’t sure what to do with that, or with the fact that it turned him on, though his erection shriveled quick enough when he got to the school and Mrs. Stacy looked at him over her spectacles as if he was a bug on her windshield.

  “You have a visitor,” she said in her snooty, holier-than-thou voice. “A…” She consulted the sign-in-clipboard. “A Beth Moore.”

  Ah, hell. Just what he didn’t need, Beth chewing him out this early in the morning. They’d been married once, for a whole week, and he still cringed when he thought of it. Maybe it wasn’t too late to sneak out, maybe—

  “Kevin,” Beth said behind him.

  With a grimace, he turned and faced another of his biggest mistakes.

  Chapter Eight

  You always keep your clients waiting?” Beth asked coolly as she followed Kevin out of the school to the teen center, where he’d left his lesson plan for the day.

  “Clients?” He shook his head. “You’re not my client.”

  “My daughter is.”

  “Amber’s a kid, Beth. And, no, I don’t keep the kids waiting.”

  She followed him into his office, which was the size of a postage stamp and held a beat-up old desk and a file cabinet with drawers that didn’t shut all the way.

  Beth tapped her foot, dressed to kill in a bloodred suit that showed off her assets, which had only improved with time and her surgeon’s help. Deciding to display those assets, she perched prettily on the corner of his desk, crossing her legs to optimize the effect of their length.

  Once upon a time he’d loved those legs, but he was eighteen and extremely stupid. “What do you need?” he asked.

  “Amber’s going to be here for a few weeks.” She patted her perfectly coiffed blond hair and pulled out a small compact from her pocket to check her makeup, also perfect. But Kevin knew beneath that cool exterior beat a self-aware, needy, high-maintenance heart.

  “God knows why, but the girl loves you,” she said, sounding a little baffled.

  Amber was Beth’s daughter from her third—or was it fourth?—marriage. A Beth clone, Amber often found trouble simply because she felt lost in the shuffle.

  “Just a warning—keep her away from the boys. She’s smitten.”

  “By who?”

  “By all of them.” Beth pushed away from the desk and sauntered close, running a finger over a pec. “You’re looking good, Kevin. Why is it men age so fine and women sag?”

  He wasn’t going to touch that with a ten-foot pole.

  “Want to come over tonight?”

  “So you can have my ass kicked again?”

  “Oh, honestly.” She huffed out a breath and waved a hand. “You’ve got to let bygones be bygones. I no longer have Daddy’s bodyguards looking for your blood. I fight my own battles now.”

  “Uh huh.” He rubbed the phantom ache in his ribs from that long-ago beating. “You got a cool mil out of husband number two, right? Or was that husband number three?”

  “It was four, if you’re counting.” She batted her lashes at him.

  “Then don’t sell the teen center.”

  “It’s too much trouble.”

  “What trouble?”

  “The pipes are failing.”

  “I’ll fix the pipes, I’ll—”

  “Oh, no,” she said with a low laugh. “If you want to discuss it, come over.” She smiled. “For old times’ sake.”

  “Old times’ sake.” He put his hands on her arms and held her back from him. “Would that have been when you married me simply to piss off your father, or when you took what little savings I had and ran off to Paris for a shopping trip with your sister?”

  At that moment Mike poked his head in the door. When he saw Beth, his eyes went flat.

  “Well, look at you,” Beth purred at him, cocking her head. “Haven’t seen you in years.”

  Mike smiled grimly, relating in that one small gesture how well he read lips. It’s been a pleasure to go so long without seeing you, he signed.

  Beth shrugged and looked away, the ultimate rude gesture to the hearing-challenged. “Sorry, no comprendo.”

  Mike waited until she looked at him again, and then gave her a sign no one could misunderstand.

  Beth’s eyes went to ice as she stepped toward him.

  Kevin quickly stepped between them. “Stop.”

  Beth laughed. “Still protecting him from the real world?”

  “You’ve dropped Amber off, now go.”

  Yeah, go back to the rock you crawled out from beneath, Mike signed.

  Unable to catch the meaning, Beth narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing here anyway? You need more money from your brother? Or is it just that it’s too early to be hitting the bars and you’re wasting the time checking out cute underage girls?”

  Kevin had to plant a hand in the middle of Mike’s chest to hold him back. He wrapped his other hand around Beth’s upper arm and escorted her to the door. “If you’re late to pick up Amber, I’m going to charge you by the minute.”

  “Oooh.” She shivered, making sure to brush up against him. “You know I love it when you talk tough.” Before he knew what she meant to do, she slid her fingers in his hair, tugged his face forward, and planted her lips on his. “Mmm,” she purred when he jerked free. She licked her lips slowly and suggestively. “Still know how to kiss. Come on, have a drink with me tonight. For old times.”

  He’d rather plow his bike into a cement freeway divider. “Six o’clock.”

  “Is that a yes?”

  “Actually, it’s a hell no.”

  “Fine.” Her eyes frosted over. “You’re still impossible.” She straightened her purse on her shoulder, gave one last glare to Mike, who rolled his eyes, and stalked out.

  What the fuck? Mike signed.

  Ignore her.

  I mean you. Why didn’t you kick her ass out of here?

  Were you not watching? That’s what I just did.

  Mike shook his head. You kept Amber for her.

  Amber is a kid dealt a crappy set of parents. I’m not going to penalize her for her mother being the queen of bitches.

  Mike looked at him, shook his head, but let out a low sound that was meant to be a laugh. Whatever.

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