Summer Reads Box Set: Blackberry Summer ; Suddenly Last Summer ; No Limits ; Barefoot Summer by Susan Mallery

Author:Susan Mallery
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488036347
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2018-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE

AS CANNON WATCHED, Yvette forced an expression of polite regard, adjusted her posture and smoothed her hair. To make a good impression? With his group of friends, she shouldn’t have bothered. With her looks and bod, she only needed to sit there and they would all swarm to her, talk her up, and if he didn’t set some boundaries, they’d probably hit on her, too.

Standing again, his body blocking her, Cannon asked, “So who won?”

Armie Jacobson, a good friend and partner of sorts who’d taken over the day-to-day running of the rec center Cannon had founded after Cannon had signed on with the SBC, took a dramatic bow. “That’d be yours truly.”

“I should have guessed.” Armie was good at everything he did—which included drawing women. “I think you owe me for bowing out.”

Armie’s dark gaze, a contrast to his very fair hair, jumped to Yvette with appreciation.

And now it begins, Cannon thought.

Moving around Cannon, Armie murmured, “I’d say you’ve been rewarded enough for that.” He extended his hand to Yvette. “Cannon won’t introduce us because I’m better at seduction than he is.”

Cannon snorted, but as Yvette took Armie’s hand, he said, “Yvette Sweeny, meet Armie Jacobson.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Jacobson.”

At the formality, Armie’s brow went up. He held her hand gently. “Pleasure’s all mine. You have to drop the mister, though. Just call me Armie—or something more wicked.”

“Wicked?”

“Yeah, like stud, or stallion, or—”

Cannon shoved him. “Stop being an ass.”

The handshake broken, Armie righted himself with a grumble. “Why they call you Saint I’ll never understand.”

“Because I have to be a saint to put up with you.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Armie grinned. “We’ll see you at the rec center tomorrow?”

“I’ll be there.” Cannon pointed back and forth from Armie to himself. “Plan to spar.”

Groaning, Armie grabbed his chest as if wounded and turned to Yvette. “You see, darlin’, that means I’m about to get an old-fashioned ass-whoopin’.”

Yvette laughed at him.

“Not funny!” And then, his voice still too smooth, Armie said, “You should come by and visit us. Pretty the place up a little—and maybe soften old Saint so he’ll go easy on me.”

Her gaze shot over to Cannon’s as if she expected him to protest. But hell, he liked the idea. “Yeah, you should. I can show you around.”

“I was there…once.”

Ignoring all the others, Cannon nodded. “I remember.” It was the night she’d come to tell him goodbye before she’d moved across the country.

The night she’d left him.

Or so it had felt, even though they’d never really been an item.

Because he had dodged her at every turn.

“If it’s been a while,” Armie told her, “it’s different now. Our boy here has brought us a lot of sponsorships.”

Denver used that opening to draw her attention. “Everyone wants a piece of Cannon.”

“Mostly women,” Miles joked, and Stack backed him up on that. A few bawdy jokes followed.

Yvette greeted the comments with indulgence, treating the big rough fighters like unruly schoolboys.

Denver eased closer to her—something Cannon didn’t miss. With one hand on the booth seat behind her shoulder, he beamed down at her.

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