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Authors: Barbara Boswell
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Dylan.
"Bath!" crowed Franklin.
Carrie and Tyler looked at each other and laughed. "Suddenly they're dueling linguists," Carrie said. She sat down on the edge of the rickety chaise lounge positioned by the side of the pool.
Her knees were feeling peculiarly weak. That smile of Tyler's had actually affected her physically, leaving her wide-eyed and winded, as if she'd been socked directly in the solar plexus. In addition, there was the visual impact of his bare chest—muscular, broad and hair-roughened; his long, strong legs, and his well-worn jeans that enhanced every masculine line. Oh, he wore them well, all right. Carrie gulped. She allowed her eyes to linger on him for a moment longer, before dragging her gaze away.
Tyler Tiemaine was a marvelous-looking man, and he seemed to become even more attractive with every passing glance. And he knew it, of course. Carrie knew he knew it. He had that innate confidence of one who has always been admired and prized—-especially by the opposite sex. Carrie was sure that she wasn't the first woman to be rendered breathless by his smile and virile physique, but this was definitely a first for her. She'd never before simply looked at a man and felt the sharp slash of sheer desire,
Carrie felt a swift stab of disloyalty toward Ian's memory. Ian had been blond and handsome and his wholesome boy-next-door looks had appealed to her from the first time
she'd seen him, in the lunch line at their dormitory cafeteria six years ago. Her heart clenched, remembering that innocent time. It seemed so poignant and so sad to look back, knowing the tragic end that awaited laughing, warmhearted Ian.
Carrie slid her sunglasses, which were resting on the top of her head, down over her eyes and thought how much she loved Ian. How much she would always love him, forever and ever. Nobody would ever take his place. And if she were to occasionally glance at another man, it didn't mean a thing. She was human, wasn't she? One would have to be an android not to react, even slightly, to Tyler Tremaine's traffic-stopping looks.
Tyler stole a quick glance at Carrie. He was glad she'd put on her sunglasses; those gorgeous eyes of hers disarmed him too thoroughly. Maybe it was the intensity of the color that mesmerized him or the alert intelligence reflected in them, which made him listen more intently to her, no matter how inane the topic. Whatever, he turned his attention to the children, with something akin to relief.
"Okay, Emily, you must have an opinion on this matter." Tyler knelt beside the pool where Emily sat methodically filling a milk carton with water and emptying it into a plastic pail that floated nearby. "Let's hear the feminine viewpoint. Is this activity a bath or a swim?"
Emily gave him a long look. "Wa-ner," she said calmly, resuming her project.
"She said water," Tyler said eagerly, ignoring the mispronunciation. Carrie nodded her confirmation.
"Wow, she's the smartest one of all." Tyler was astonished. "She's made the leap that it's all water, be it a bath or a swim."
"Isn't it lucky you didn't have a sister," mocked Carrie. "She would've taken on you and your brothers and won every time."
Tyler rolled his eyes. "Your poor brother has my heartfelt sympathy. You and your sister probably led him around by the nose. From the little I've seen of the three of you together, you still do."
"Don't ever let Ben hear you say that." Carrie grinned. "He's always harbored under the delusion that he is the undisputed leader of us three."
Tyler shook his head. "Poor chump."
At that moment, Franklin and Dylan each reached for the fat rubber duck floating in the middle of the pool. Franklin grabbed it by the tail just as Dylan grabbed the head.
"Mine!" Both screamed in unison.
"That's their new word," said Carrie wryly. "They learned it last week and have been using it enthusiastically ever since."
Neither child would cede the duck, and the shrieks of "Mine!" resounded through Tyler's head
"Bath!" crowed Franklin.
Carrie and Tyler looked at each other and laughed. "Suddenly they're dueling linguists," Carrie said. She sat down on the edge of the rickety chaise lounge positioned by the side of the pool.
Her knees were feeling peculiarly weak. That smile of Tyler's had actually affected her physically, leaving her wide-eyed and winded, as if she'd been socked directly in the solar plexus. In addition, there was the visual impact of his bare chest—muscular, broad and hair-roughened; his long, strong legs, and his well-worn jeans that enhanced every masculine line. Oh, he wore them well, all right. Carrie gulped. She allowed her eyes to linger on him for a moment longer, before dragging her gaze away.
Tyler Tiemaine was a marvelous-looking man, and he seemed to become even more attractive with every passing glance. And he knew it, of course. Carrie knew he knew it. He had that innate confidence of one who has always been admired and prized—-especially by the opposite sex. Carrie was sure that she wasn't the first woman to be rendered breathless by his smile and virile physique, but this was definitely a first for her. She'd never before simply looked at a man and felt the sharp slash of sheer desire,
Carrie felt a swift stab of disloyalty toward Ian's memory. Ian had been blond and handsome and his wholesome boy-next-door looks had appealed to her from the first time
she'd seen him, in the lunch line at their dormitory cafeteria six years ago. Her heart clenched, remembering that innocent time. It seemed so poignant and so sad to look back, knowing the tragic end that awaited laughing, warmhearted Ian.
Carrie slid her sunglasses, which were resting on the top of her head, down over her eyes and thought how much she loved Ian. How much she would always love him, forever and ever. Nobody would ever take his place. And if she were to occasionally glance at another man, it didn't mean a thing. She was human, wasn't she? One would have to be an android not to react, even slightly, to Tyler Tremaine's traffic-stopping looks.
Tyler stole a quick glance at Carrie. He was glad she'd put on her sunglasses; those gorgeous eyes of hers disarmed him too thoroughly. Maybe it was the intensity of the color that mesmerized him or the alert intelligence reflected in them, which made him listen more intently to her, no matter how inane the topic. Whatever, he turned his attention to the children, with something akin to relief.
"Okay, Emily, you must have an opinion on this matter." Tyler knelt beside the pool where Emily sat methodically filling a milk carton with water and emptying it into a plastic pail that floated nearby. "Let's hear the feminine viewpoint. Is this activity a bath or a swim?"
Emily gave him a long look. "Wa-ner," she said calmly, resuming her project.
"She said water," Tyler said eagerly, ignoring the mispronunciation. Carrie nodded her confirmation.
"Wow, she's the smartest one of all." Tyler was astonished. "She's made the leap that it's all water, be it a bath or a swim."
"Isn't it lucky you didn't have a sister," mocked Carrie. "She would've taken on you and your brothers and won every time."
Tyler rolled his eyes. "Your poor brother has my heartfelt sympathy. You and your sister probably led him around by the nose. From the little I've seen of the three of you together, you still do."
"Don't ever let Ben hear you say that." Carrie grinned. "He's always harbored under the delusion that he is the undisputed leader of us three."
Tyler shook his head. "Poor chump."
At that moment, Franklin and Dylan each reached for the fat rubber duck floating in the middle of the pool. Franklin grabbed it by the tail just as Dylan grabbed the head.
"Mine!" Both screamed in unison.
"That's their new word," said Carrie wryly. "They learned it last week and have been using it enthusiastically ever since."
Neither child would cede the duck, and the shrieks of "Mine!" resounded through Tyler's head
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