Her Valentine Hero. Gail Martin Gaymer
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of special occasions—some good, some bad—had glided or stumbled through her thoughts once in a while, but football practice hadn’t made an impact. Didn’t matter anyway. After fifteen years, school procedures had probably changed. Everything had changed.
A shrill whistle caught her attention. She looked toward the team and saw a man strutting onto the field. He glanced her way, said something to the boys, and before she could move, he headed in her direction. She focused on her lace. No doubt she would get a lecture from the coach for being on his turf. While she hurried to retie her shoe, his voice reached her. “Ma’am.”
What happened to Ms.? She tilted her head sideways noticing his long stride toward her. His build looked trimmer than a football player’s, but beneath his T-shirt she recognized a solid swell of muscles. His frame would look appropriate on a basketball court.
“Ma’am, would you mind leaving the field?”
What happened to please?
“You’re distracting the boys.”
She what? She straightened, embarrassed at his comment but, more so, irritated. “Sorry, I would have run the track this morning when I drove here earlier, but then I had to fight off the band. Apparently that’s when they practice.” When he drew close enough for to her to see his face, her heart tripped.
His squint grew to a wide-eyed stare. “Whoa! This can’t be Steely Neely?”
She couldn’t believe this good-looking specimen was her friend Rainie’s pesky kid brother. The only person she knew who would call her the concocted name was Jonny Turner. In the past, she would have shot out her typical insult, but “If it isn’t the conehead” faded from her mind. When she looked into his handsome face, she had all she could do to keep her mouth from gaping as widely as his.
“Jonny Turner. You’re kidding me.” She gazed upward at the six-foot-plus hunk of man with the blue eyes she could never forget. Blue like a crystal lake. It had been Jonny’s saving attribute, and she’d told him so years earlier.
“How about Jonathan or Jon.” He grinned, obviously enjoying her startled expression. “Jonny’s long gone.”
“Jon not Jonny? I don’t know.” She gave him a dubious look. “But here’s a deal—only if you drop the ridiculous Steely Neely. It’s stupid.”
“No, it’s accurate.” He sent her a crooked smile. “Even when we were kids, I’d never known a person as determined as you are. You were as strong-willed as steel.”
She rolled her eyes, hoping he got the point, but showing her usual disdain with him was losing the battle.
His grin remained as if he hadn’t noticed her eye-rolls. “Sis told me you were back in town. And I hear you’re her maid of honor.”
Neely managed an agreeable nod, though she was still in a tailspin. Maid of honor seemed a sad title for a thirty-two-year-old woman. Most of her high school friends would expect her to be dubbed the matron of honor by now. But finding Mr. Right hadn’t happened, not since her days with Erik Cross. She cringed. He’d been Mr. Wrong.
Jonny’s eyes brightened. “And if I’m right, maid of honor means you’re still—”
“Right again.” She rolled her eyes for a second time, not happy with the gleam in his. He’d always rebutted her verbal jabs with “you’ll never find a man with that attitude.” He’d been way too accurate.
“What are you doing here?” She waved her hand toward the gawking teens watching them.
“I was going to ask you the same question.” He motioned to the strip of track. “I teach phys ed and coach football and basketball.” This time he rolled his eyes. “That’s obvious, isn’t it? But you again, that’s a different story. Why are you running on my track?”
“It’s a long story.” And not a story she wanted to tell him. The more she looked at him the more tongue-tied she became. “Rainie didn’t mention you were teaching now.” Or that you’d turned into a great-looking man.
“Why would Lorraine talk to you about me?” He chuckled. “Or have you forgotten your lovable animosity?” He shifted to face his gawking team, and blew his whistle.
She pressed her hands over her ears, blocking the shrill assault on her eardrums.
He cupped his hands around his mouth like a megaphone. “Push-ups. Twenty.” He held up both hands, fingers spread and acted out his order. Their groans sounded across the distance.
She lowered her hands. “Can you warn me when you’re going to blow that thing?”
“Sorry.” He dropped the whistle, and it bounced against his chest before hanging in place. His eyes shifted from the team to her. “I need to get back to my boys, but...” He touched her arm. “I wanted to say I’m sorry about your dad. I heard it was a bad one.”
His sincere turn-about caught her off-guard. “It was. Really bad. He lost a lot of his heart function. Now that Mom’s gone I need to keep him healthy.” Watching her dad trudging up and down the stairs for something he’d forgotten wasn’t part of her health plan for him. On the other hand, convincing him to use the guest room on the first floor was. Yet so far her attempt had failed. Maybe that’s where she’d inherited her determination. He stood as firm as a rock. She sighed. “Running the stairs for him is the only exercise I’ve gotten since I came home. That’s why I’m jogging around the track.”
He wrapped his arm around her and gave her shoulder a hug. “Exercise is good.” He squeezed her again before dropping his arm. “We have a new gym in town, Tone and Trim Fitness Center. I go there. You might want to give it a try.”
“Are you telling me I can’t run your track?” She arched a brow, a little irked at his suggestion.
He grinned. “You can run anytime you want except when my boys are on the field. You’re a real distraction.”
His expression caused heat to rise up her neck. “I’ll take your suggestion into advisement.” But a fitness center cost money, and right now she was jobless.
He gave her a wink. “I need to get back to my team. I wish we had more time to talk.” His eyes captured hers, and a tender expression washed over his face. “I can’t believe it’s you.” He took off running backward, his eyes still on her, but when he spun around, he came to a halt.
Neely winced, thinking he might trip with the abrupt stop, but he didn’t, he turned back to her again.
“I’ll be done here in an hour or so. How about coffee or even dinner. Will you join me?”
Ten years ago the idea would have been ludicrous, but at the moment, looking at those eyes had roused her interest even though she still couldn’t accept he was the new improved Jonny. A crazy memory popped into her mind, and she jabbed her fist into her hip. “You poured sand in my hair when I was twelve.”
His jaw dropped before a glint sprang to his eyes. “Accident, or maybe I wanted you to appreciate my new dump truck.” He gave her a wink. “Whichever, I promise I’ll never do it again.”
The wink sent prickles down her arm, and a witty retaliation failed her.
He started his backward walk toward his team. “So what about joining me?”
His easy spirit and charm made her head spin while curiosity got the better of her. “Sounds nice, Jonny. I’m staying at my dad’s. You remember where it is?”
“How could I forget?” His backward jog picked up. “Give me a couple hours. Let’s call it dinner.”
He darted off, and she watched him go, still trying to turn that good-looking man into Rainie’s brother who’d been the bane of her teen years. And if that didn’t confuse her, her heartbeat, flitting like a bird in spring, did.
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Jon strode