Ryan whipped his head around to see Jane headed in his direction. Make that a very pissed off Jane. The expression on her face was nothing like the one she’d been bewitching him with a few moments ago. Hell, she’d looked so fresh and alluring when he’d had his arms around her, he’d damn near kissed her, right here in front of his family and half the town of Chances Inlet. Not that any red-blooded dude staring down those luscious lips of hers wouldn’t do the same.
But this was Jane “Uptight” Upton Whatever-her-new-name-was.
His sister’s best friend.
His older sister’s best friend.
A married woman.
And where the hell was that husband of hers anyway? The dude should be here having a go at Ryan for the way he’d put his hands all over the guy’s wife. Ryan wanted to bust his own ass for being so touchy-feely with Jane, of all people.
It was just the excitement of the game.
And the fact that he’d been celibate since freaking spring training. Not that the opportunities hadn’t existed. He just hadn’t been interested, despite what was falsely reported about him. Frankly, he’d been beginning to wonder if something was wrong with him.
Until he’d had Jane in his arms.
Nothing to wonder about now. In fact, everything seemed to be in working order and ready for a test drive. Had he held her in his arms any longer, he might have embarrassed himself, his parts were working so well.
But there would no test driving—or anything else—with the woman bearing down on him, however, even if she weren’t married. Or his older sister’s best friend. Or his former tutor. Nope. Jane’s gray eyes were dark as storm clouds. And she was babbling something about a dog.
“Promised who, what?” he asked, resisting the urge to lower his hands so he could protect the family jewels.
“My son, you idiot,” she ground out through clenched teeth. “You promised him Santa would bring him a puppy for Christmas.”
The chorus of gasps and groans around him barely registered. Ryan sucked in a stunned breath. It couldn’t be. But that would mean she wasn’t married. She was a widow. With a young son. One who wanted her to have a—boyfriend for Christmas.
Oh, hell, nah.
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