Alex, but he didn’t know him well enough to tell him that Sabrina had raised a challenge Kaz hadn’t expected. There was no one he could tell about the conflicted feelings that working with Sabrina had stirred.
Having sexual thoughts about someone he was supposed to be helping felt wrong.
All wrong.
He could almost hear his grandfather’s voice reminding him that makoto , one edict of the samurai code, required honesty, even if the truth caused discomfort, perhaps especially when the truth caused discomfort. He might not be able to deny his reaction, but he could shove such thoughts down. If he kept himself in check, he could help Sabrina. He knew her problem well, perhaps too well.
“Like you, she has a strong body,” Kaz said in a non-committal tone.
Alex looked up from his shot. “And like me she has a stubborn streak?”
“Stubborn is a strong word. She forces her body to bend to her mind instead of unifying the power from each. You don’t do that, Alex.”
“Yeah, well, she hasn’t had to face fastballs for fifteen years. Survival is a great motivator.”
Kaz laughed.
“Think you can get her into shape?”
“That depends on her,” Kaz said. “She needs sleep first. There’s a tiredness in her I rarely see in young people. And she needs to get in touch with what’s blocking her.”
Alex missed his shot. “Her new film has her riled. She thinks the character she’s playing is haunting her.”
Kaz raised a brow.
“Well, she didn’t say that exactly, but I know she’s having nightmares.”
Kaz nodded, took his shot and landed balls in the side and corner pockets. He tapped another into the opposite side pocket.
“I will beat you, Kaz. One day. I may have to tie one of your hands behind your back, though.” Alex crossed the room to where the samurai sword hung on the wall. “What do you know about these?”
“How long have you got?” Kaz bent over the table. “Eight ball, side pocket.”
“Maybe the medium-length version. I promised Jackie I’d walk with her when she gets back.”
Breakfast the next morning was a noisy affair. Alex, his mother and Jackie all talked at once.
Kaz felt like he’d been dropped into a television reality show, one where the families easily burst into light-hearted banter and over-the-top enthusiasm. Everyone except Sabrina. She appeared preoccupied.
“One of our biggest donors showed up with a hired photographer for the seal release yesterday,” Jackie said as she popped a fig into her mouth. “She thought we meant Navy SEALs. It took Gage twenty minutes and three doughnuts to talk her out of her disappointment. Luckily for us, she still wrote a check.”
Sabrina didn’t laugh as she poured herself a second cup of coffee. “I’ve decided to head down to LA this afternoon,” she announced. “Derrick and I need to go over the ending scenes before full rehearsals in two weeks.”
The laughter and talk stopped.
“You’re not ready,” Alex said. “You should rest and work with Kaz for a couple more days.”
Kaz took a big swig of coffee. Family business was family business. And Sabrina had to make her own choices.
“I’m going, Alex. Get your head around the fact. And I’d appreciate it if you all would stop being so negative about Derrick. For my sake.”
“We’re negative about him for your sake, darling,” her mother said.
“Not funny, Mother.”
“But your injury,” Alex said, looking over to Kaz.
Kaz owed Alex. He’d helped Kaz get the spot in spring training. He’d opened up the possibility for success, for making the team. And he’d given his word to help his sister.
“Come to the farm next weekend.” Kaz kept his tone calm. “I have equipment there.”
Even as the words left his mouth, Kaz knew he was inviting trouble. He needed to concentrate on his game, concentrate on keeping the farm going. Until his father returned from Japan, he had enough on his plate. And if the feelings Sabrina had roused
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