With Derrick buried in the bosom of his family, Janine slipped away before the tears blurring her gaze were noticed. Derrick had survived the surgery and seemed about to beat the odds. He would recover, which meant it was time for her to go. Even if I love him. And she did love him. Loved him so much that she couldn't be with him. She knew Derrick thought himself in love with her, that she was his mate. Much as she wanted to believe that, she couldn't. He'd fallen for her only because, at the time, he depended on her. Acting as his therapist meant their close involvement brought them together and imbued him with a false sense of intimacy. I think the intimacy came from you letting him touch you. Acts that shouldn't have happened, and yet, she didn't regret. It made leaving so much harder, but she did it now while she could. Now while he had his family and the promise of a bright future ahead of him. Let him get on with his life. Find a woman to settle dow
Nothing ever felt more right than the first time Derrick sank balls deep into Janine. Unless he counted the second time and then the third. Over and over, he claimed her that night, the next day, all that week as she took some time off work for them to explore their new relationship. And yes, they were in a relationship. She's my mate now. And soon, she'd be his wife. He'd already asked for and received permission from Orson and Janine's mother. A conversation that went along the lines of? "I'm going to marry your daughter." "I get to plan the wedding." "I'll have you cremated if you hurt her." Derrick could already tell they'd fit in well with his family. Snap.*Epilogue An exaggerated groan left Derrick as he heaved Janine out of the car. The sound totally deserved a laser-hot glare. "Are you implying something?" No denying she was a little more rotund these days. He pulled her close, not caring that her big belly got in the way. A smile tugged
He's a freakn' beast. Naomi watched in rapt fascination as player number forty-four scored yet another goal. Like an implacable freight train, he plowed through the opposition's defense as if they didn't exist, using his size, and surprising speed, to bowl them over. At the end of his shift, he went to sit his turn on the bench, but her fascination in the game didn't waver. Her attention ended up snagged by player sixty-nine. Smaller in stature than the behemoth, he absorbed her just as completely with his feline grace as he twisted and moved around the floor. He almost danced as he ran, his stick held high and usually cradling the ball. What is it about the two of them that fascinates me? I don't even like lacrosse. And she hated jocks. Naomi still couldn't believe she'd allowed her friend, Francine, to talk her into coming to watch a lacrosse game. She usually left contact sports and their watching of to her father and brothers, preferring games of intellectual skil
Ethan slumped on the bench in the change room, ignoring the ribald behavior around him after yet another foregone win. A hard slap on the rear of his head roused him and he whirled, his lip curled back as he growled menacingly. "Don't you dare show me your teeth," Javier warned with a dark look. He ran his hand through hair, already tousled and sweaty from the match. "What the fuck happened out there? I passed you the perfect shot, and instead of grabbing it and scoring, you crashed into the goddamn arena glass. What are you, a rookie? Been watching too many Bugs Bunny cartoons?" Heat burned Ethan's cheeks in remembrance of his mishap before dejection-along with a large dose of disbelief-quickly set back in. "I missed. It happens and besides, it's not like we needed the point to win." "Of course we didn't," Javier replied with a scoffing snort. "But it's the point of it. What the hell distracted you so much? And, why do you look like your best friend died, which, I mi
Naomi, ensconced on the sturdy family couch, held the ice pack to her throbbing face and listened with only half an ear as her family fought. Francine-the crowing and snickering bitch-had escaped and left her to the tender mercies of her family. "I'll teach that fucking lacrosse player to not pay attention to the game and let our sister get hurt," Derrick ranted punching his fist into the palm of his other hand. "I say we hunt bloody forty-four and sixty-nine down. Let's tie their asses up and whip some rubber balls at their face and see how they like it," yelled Stu. "Who's with me?" A chorus of cheers met his plan. "Naomi should have been paying attention to the play." That came from Chris who followed up his statement with an "Oomph" as someone took offence at his criticism. Chris, only a year older than her and most often the victim of her mood swings as the slowest brother, always held the least amount of sympathy for her. And yet, despite his words, he wo
It had proved surprisingly easy to discover the identity of the injured female. Javier simply questioned a few staff members while Ethan glowered. In short order, they were handed the information along with wishes of "Good luck" and "Glad I'm not you." Ethan paid the pitying looks no mind, too caught up in his own inner misery of how to approach the female slated as his mate. Javier, on the other hand, couldn't stop grinning. He just wished he dared tape the event because seeing his enormous friend reduced to a quivering mass of jelly provided great entertainment. His theory that the upcoming meeting would prove interesting held-and made him wish for popcorn-as Ethan knocked on the door of the house where several sources assured them the female, named Naomi, would have been taken. A crowd of large men-none as big as Ethan of course-answered. An older, grizzled male, eyed them up and down before barking, "You're the idiots who got my daughter hurt. You've got a lot of
Naomi's head throbbed, and the yelling going on around her didn't help, rather it added to her general malaise and irritation. What she did find comforting was the lap she found herself cuddled in. Strong arms held her close against a hard chest where a rapidly beating heart lulled her for a moment longer before sanity set in. Whose freakn' lap am I on? Somehow, she doubted they were related to her given the evident erection poking at her bottom and the fact her whole body tingled. Oh no, one of them has got me. Panic made her scramble to escape before she opened her eyes. She dove off the warm lap and didn't peer around with wild eyes until she found herself clear of bodies, nausea and pain weaving a dance in her body that made her want return to her unconscious state for a while longer. Since when do I wish for the cowardly route? She straightened her spine and took in the scene before her. Out from the cocoon of the behemoth's arms, the noise seemed even louder and
"You drugged her?" Ethan bellowed the words as he surged from his seat, fists clenched. Alarm crossed Javier's face and he held up his hands in a placating manner. "Calm down. It wasn't my idea, but her mother's. She handed me the pills along with the instructions to feed them to her with some juice to mask the taste." "When the hell did she get the chance to give you drugs?" "While Naomi's family was saying good bye, she slipped them to me." "Why not just give them to her? Why con her into taking them?" Ethan wanted to smack his friend for pissing Naomi off even more. "According to her mother, the only way to medicate her properly is by subterfuge. She'd already refused the medication from the doctor claiming she didn't want to be out of control." "She is going to be so angry when she wakes up," he replied shaking his head, his expression surely woebegone. At least he could point the finger at Javier with a clear conscience and let his friend take t