A man would have to be crazy to want to take on a woman with five kids. At least that's what Adria Sinclair's fiancé tells her when her brother dies unexpectedly, leaving her custody of his five sons. Adria sells her Porsche, trades her apartment for a four-bedroom house, and decides that her days of romance are over.
If only she could convince Bryce Hathaway of this. He insists on pursuing her even though she lets him know quite plainly that a romance between them is absolutely out of the question. However, his searing kisses threaten to ignite the passion that lies beneath Adria's responsible exterior, and she finally issues him a tantalizing challenge. She invites him to come and live in her house with her and the boys for one week. Bryce accepts the challenge with alacrity. Will he be able to prove to Adria that a romance between them is possible? Or will he find that becoming an instant dad to five young boys is more than he bargained for?
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"Why do you look so mad, Aunt Adria?" four-year-old Devin asked from the bathtub, just before he sent another wave of sudsy water splashing down the front of her blouse.
Adria quickly readjusted her expression. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I was just thinking about something. Now hold still so I can rinse the shampoo out of your hair." She had been in a foul mood ever since she had picked Alex up from the hospital. Every time the phone had rung, she had leaped to answer it, and although she wouldn't admit it to herself, she had been disappointed that the caller had never turned out to be Bryce. "That just shows what his word is like," she told herself as she hosed off Devin's head and then turned her attention to his twin. "Kevin, quit squirming!" she said sharply.
At last both boys were out of the tub and in their pajamas. "Go pick out a story and I'll read to you in the living room," she directed, looking with dismay at the mess they had left behind. There wasn't a dry surface in the room, including herself. She bent to pick up a sodden towel when the doorbell rang. "Michael, can you get that?" she hollered.
She hung the towel on the rack and started to mop the floor. The doorbell rang again, barely noticeable over the barking of the dog. "Michael!" she yelled again. "Oh, never mind!" she ran to the door and hauled the boys' Old English Sheepdog, Fred, out of the way before she flung the door open.
"Hi!" Bryce Hathaway stood outside, a bouquet of flowers in one hand. He held them out to her.
Adria stared stupidly at him. "Oh, it's you!"
He gave her a smile that sent her pulse racing. "Can I come in?" he asked.
Adria suddenly wished she'd been doing anything but giving the twins a bath. What a mess she must look! "You caught me at a bad time," she said. "I was just giving the twins a bath and they got me all wet..." her voice faltered
"I think I caught you at a very good time," Bryce replied, his gaze moving slowly down the length of her body.
As Adria glanced down, an unwelcome blush crept into her cheeks. She wore a flimsy, cream-colored blouse that was nearly transparent from all the water. Her lacy bra could be seen quite clearly, and through her bra, the dark halos of her nipples, which responded eagerly to his intense gaze. She quickly turned away. "I guess you came to see Alex. He's upstairs in his room, resting. The doctor says he'll be okay, he just needs to wear a sling for several weeks." She knew she was babbling, but couldn't seem to stop herself. "I'll put his flowers in water for you if you like," she continued.
"Oh, the flowers are for you. I brought comic books for him," Bryce said and handed her the flowers.
For the first time Adria realized they had an audience, three pairs of eyes watching them with interest. Devin and Kevin each had a book in their hand. "When are you going to read to us, Aunt Adria?" they clamored, while twelve-year-old Michael looked at Bryce with a glint of worship in his eyes.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "I know you! You're Jon Hathaway. I have your football card!"
Adria's eyes widened with surprise. So that's why his face had seemed familiar. "That's right! You were quarterback for Omaha the year they went to the Super Bowl!"
"That's me," he admitted. "But I'm not a quarterback anymore. Alex is, and if you," he looked at Michael, "will show me to his room, I'll be able to see for myself how he's doing."
Michael was more than happy to show his idol where Alex's room was. Adria stared after them bemusedly. She couldn't believe she had not recognized him. Her father had been a big Omaha fan, and Hathaway had been one of his favorite players. Adria could well remember her father's outraged yell when Jon Hathaway had, without warning or reason, announced his retirement after only three years into his pro career. Adria wondered why he had left a brilliant career, and what he was doing in this podunk upstate New York town coaching junior high school football. Before she could speculate further, however, she was interrupted by an outraged shout from the twins. "Aunt Adria! I thought you were going to read to us!" Devin howled.
"Let me put these flowers in some water and change my clothes and then I'll be ready, guys," Adria said hurriedly. The boys settled on the couch while she rushed to change her clothes and get the flowers taken care of. As far as the twins were concerned, nothing was more important than their bedtime routine.
Bryce walked into a comfortable looking bedroom to find Alex propped up against his pillows on the bed, munching popcorn and watching TV. "Oh, hi Coach," the boy said. He aimed the remote control at the TV and switched it off.
Bryce pulled up a chair from the desk to sit on. "I brought you some comic books," he held them out.
"Thanks!" Alex's arm was in a sling, but his color looked good, although he winced when his younger brother settled himself on the bed and looked at Bryce expectantly.
"Wow! Alex, you never told me he was a real football player!" Michael said accusingly.
"Most of the boys don't know who I am," Bryce said. "Not everyone is as sharp as you." He settled himself on the chair. "So far I've only counted four boys in the house. Isn't there another one of you somewhere?"
"Let's see," Michael said helpfully. "You saw the twins; they're in the living room. There's Alex, me, and Daniel. He's the one you haven't seen. I think he's in our bedroom."
"Yeah, probably got his nose stuck in a book," Alex snorted.
"He likes to read?" Bryce asked.
"Yeah, all the time," Michael said. "Him and Aunt Adria are a pair."
"Oh, your aunt likes to read, does she?" Bryce raised his eyebrows. "Tell me, does she have a boyfriend?" he asked idly.
"No-" Alex began.
"She used to," Michael interrupted. "She was going to get married, but that was before we came to live with her."
"Oh?" Bryce raised his eyebrows questioningly.
Alex leafed through the comic books Bryce had brought. "Yeah. They broke it off, though."
"Good thing, too," Michael chimed in. "He was a real nerd."
Bryce shared in the laughter, privately hoping the boys didn't think he was a nerd. "Do you think she'd go out with me?" he asked the two boys.
Michael shrugged. "She never goes out."
"A good looking woman like your aunt? Why not?"
"I think she's still upset about Paul," Alex said uncomfortably. "He dumped her kind of hard." He glanced at Michael and didn't finish what he had started to say.
He didn't have to. Bryce had the idea. Good old Paul must not have wanted to marry a woman with five kids.
"Tomorrow's our first football game," he remarked casually, changing the subject. "I hope you'll come, Alex. We'll save a spot for you on the bench. When did the doctor say you could play again?"
"Maybe a month," Alex said glumly. "Long enough for Seaver to get a firm hold on my spot."
"I doubt that. He doesn't have half the ability you have. Our team will be hurting without you. You will come tomorrow night?"
"And maybe bring your aunt?" Bryce held his breath.
Alex winked. "Well someone has to drive me there, and she's the one with the van."
Bryce nodded, pleased that he had an ally. "Well, I'd better get out of here and let you get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow." He ruffled Michael's hair on the way out and found his way to the living room.
Adria sat on the couch between the twins, quietly reading a story to them. She had changed her blouse for a soft, smoky gray sweater that emphasized the darkness of her eyes. Her gaze met his over the top of the book, but she did not stop reading. The twins giggled delightedly as she changed her voice for each of the different characters in the story. Finally she closed the book. "All right, monsters. Time for bed. You go to your room and I'll be there to tuck you in." The two boys scampered noisily out of the room, their war whoops echoing behind them.
Bryce gave her an irresistibly devastating grin. "Is it ever quiet around here?"
Adria shook her head wistfully. "Not often." The noise was one of the things Paul had mentioned when he had demanded his ring back.
Bryce looked around the room. There were no walls, only shelves filled with books. The door of the coat closet had been removed and the interior filled with shelves. A couch and chair sat in the center of the room, each paired with a lamp to augment the ceiling light. "I've never seen this many books outside of a library or a bookstore," he commented.
The beginning of a smile tipped the corners of Adria's mouth. "Books are my life. I inherited my father's bookstore when he died." She didn't mention that for the last nine years of her father's life she had kept the bookstore going when he was too sick to handle it. "I'm glad you stopped by to see Alex. I know he appreciated it. He really looks up to you, you know. All I've heard since school started is Coach Hathaway this and Coach Hathaway that." She paused, and then plunged forward. "Do the boys on the team know about your pro career?"
"A few. I guess I look a lot different in person. Besides, it's been a few years."
"Not that many," Adria said with a wry grin. "My father was a big Omaha fan, and to hear him tell it, you were their last great hope." She pinned him with a penetrating look. "Why did you leave football anyway? I don't recall ever hearing any explanation."
A muscle quivered at Bryce's jaw. He'd never been able to explain it satisfactorily. Not to the press, not to his friends, not to Stephanie, who had left him when he'd left the team. His initial impulse was to make some flippant response but the gleam of interest in her doe-like eyes compelled him to try to make her understand. He groped for the words. "I got sacked during the Super Bowl. It was a hard hit." As he spoke, he found the words came more readily. "My helmet came off and I had a bad concussion. It wasn't the first time I'd been injured that season, but it was the worst. I just suddenly felt that it wasn't for me-- all the hype, the adulation, and the fans for the other team cheering when I got hurt. I thought I'd like being the hero, but I didn't. None of it was real, except the pain when I got hurt, and there wasn't enough money to make me put up with the idea of a really debilitating injury."
He knew he was expressing himself badly, but Adria was nodding as though she understood. It seemed as if those dreaded words, “coward" and "wimp" never occurred to her as they had to Stephanie and to many others, including his father.
"So now you're a teacher."
"My parents think I'm crazy." His offhand tone couldn't quite hide the pain this admission caused him.
"I don't. I think it took a lot of guts to do what you did," Adria said firmly.
He offered her a sudden, arresting smile. "Thanks. And I think it took a lot of guts to do what you did."
She quirked her eyebrow questioningly. "I haven't done anything!"
"Not many young women would take on five boys."
"There wasn't anyone else-"
"You still didn't have to do it. You could have refused custody."
"But then they'd have gone to a foster home! Probably have been broken up, and sent to who knows what!" Which was what Paul had wanted her to do, Adria remembered with a shudder.
Bryce liked the way she drew herself up, her eyes flashing. "And besides, you love them."
"Yes, I do." She said it simply, but a world of feeling came through in the simple statement.
"Aunt Adria! When are you going to tuck us in?"
Adria made an exaggerated grimace and stood up lightly. "Excuse me," she said as she left the room.
Bryce watched her go with a slight smile. He wouldn't mind having her come and tuck him in. No, he'd rather she tucked herself in bed beside him. He closed his eyes and listened to the gentle family noises, the hum of the TV from Alex's bedroom and the gentle murmurs from the room where the twins were being put to bed. It almost made him homesick, but he put that thought firmly out of his mind. There was no way he could go home again and face his father's wrath.
Burr Hathaway was a former football player and coach himself who believed his mission in life was to start a dynasty of football players that would last for generations. He'd done his part by playing and then coaching a winning team for years, and now it was Bryce's turn. Only Bryce had chickened out, gone soft, let everybody down. Bryce had tried to explain, but Burr just didn't want to hear it. Every time he'd tried to reason with his father, the conversation had degenerated into a shouting match. Finally Bryce had just stopped going home. He received an occasional letter from his mother who, he knew, was distressed by the rift between her husband and her only son. But she would never take sides against her husband, and so was unable to do more than write letters and hope that things would work out.
The only one Bryce didn't need to worry about was Stephanie. He'd not seen hide nor hair of her since the day he'd announced his early retirement. He didn't miss her at all; she was too much a part of the world that he was trying to leave behind.
How different Adria's reaction had been. Instead of the scornful derision with which Stephanie had met his announcement, Adria had offered quiet understanding. For the first time since he'd left football, Bryce did not feel as though he should be ashamed for what he had done. Adria had offered to him the understanding that his parents and one-time girlfriend had denied to him, and he felt as though an immense burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
A light touch on his arm aroused him with a jolt and he opened his eyes. Adria was standing beside him, looking so tender that it was all he could do to keep from folding her into his arms.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "You must be tired."
Bryce stood up and faced her squarely. He stood so close that she could feel the heat from his body. She flushed as she saw the way his eyes narrowed as he looked at her. Disconcerted, she pointedly crossed her arms and took a step back. "It was so nice of you to come by and see Alex. I know it cheered him up. He's really upset about not being able to play tomorrow."
"I didn't just come to see Alex, you know."
"You didn't?" Her eyes widened.
"I also came to see his aunt." Bryce is voice was low and purposely seductive.
Intense astonishment touched Adria's face. She raised her eyes to his, flustered, not sure what to say.
Bryce looked into her eyes. "You are an incredibly beautiful woman," he said huskily.
Adria lowered her head. She had heard such words before, but they sounded different coming from Bryce. His hand slowly traced her face with a touch that was almost unbearably tender. He reached his hand under her chin and lowered his mouth to hers, tracing the soft fullness of her lips with his tongue, then gently pushing them apart to explore the softness of her mouth. The kiss sent the pit of her stomach into a wild swirl, and she raised up on her tiptoes, pressing herself against his long, hard body. Through her sweater, she felt the rapid beating of his heart.
They parted, and Bryce looked searchingly at her. "I've wanted to do this ever since I first saw you at the hospital," he murmured as his mouth once again took over hers.
Adria welcomed his kiss hungrily, returning it with equal fervor. Just when she felt she could spend forever in his arms, they were interrupted by a muffled laugh. Adria opened her eyes and saw Michael standing in the doorway, grinning. She pushed Bryce away quickly as a blush, like a shadow, swept over her face. She glanced at Bryce to see his reaction and was surprised to see a grin on his face almost as wide as the boy's.
"Your aunt's a very kissable lady," Bryce said affably
"What do you need, Michael?" she asked, trying to cover her confusion.
"Nothing. I was just on my way to the kitchen," Michael said innocently.
"Why don't you finish up the watermelon that's in there, and then get your pajamas on? It's just about bedtime."
"Sounds good," Bryce murmured, moving in on her again. Adria firmly stepped back.
"Thank you for coming by, Mr. Hathaway-"
She lowered her eyes. "All right. Bryce."
"I'll call you this weekend."
"There's no need for you to do that. Alex is just fine."
"I won't be calling about Alex." Bryce bent and kissed her nose gently. Then he slipped out the front door, leaving Adria staring after him with a bemused expression on her face.
She found her thoughts returning to Bryce and the kiss they had shared as she pulled her nightgown on later that night. It wasn't as though she'd never been kissed before. She and Paul had kissed often. But it had never felt as good. Bryce's kiss had seemed to reach deep down into her very soul, stirring passions that she'd never known existed, passions that Paul had certainly never unleashed.
She paused to look at herself in the mirror. She knew she was beautiful. She'd always known that. She'd also always known that men were attracted to her because of it. She'd cultivated an air of aloofness to keep men at their distance because she'd never really had any time for them. Her duties at the bookstore and at home caring for her father had made it impossible for her to have a relationship with any man, but she had always wondered what it would be like to have a boyfriend. In her daydreams, she fantasized about a tall, handsome lover that would someday come to sweep her off her feet.
It had been very exciting after her father had died and she was finally able to experience a little romance. Exciting, and a little scary as she came to realize that the men were playing a game that she knew nothing about. She quickly latched onto Paul as the least threatening of her admirers, and she'd really thought everything would be fine between them. Paul and she didn't set off firecrackers or anything, but he was fun, and lived a fast-paced life that was a novelty to her. So what if she didn't see stars whenever they kissed? That kind of romance was probably only to be found in books anyway, and as Paul often told her, she spent way too much time with her nose stuck in a book.
She had been in no way prepared for Paul's reaction when she had told him the boys were coming to live with her. She hadn't even considered that anything would change between them, but Paul quickly announced that he was not about to take on anyone else's kids, especially five of them.
In a way, though, she was grateful to Paul. He had made it very clear that with five young boys to look after, she could pretty much forget any ideas about getting married. Now she knew exactly where she stood with men. All she was to them was a beautiful body, suitable for only one thing. She wasn't likely to get a man interested in much more than that.
Adria's eyes moved down her reflection, pausing just slightly at her breasts, which were delightfully full, then continuing down her flat stomach to where her hips flared, and then on down the long, slim length of her legs. Would it be so wrong if Bryce only wanted her body? She might was well grab what fun she could before she turned into a sour old maid. Adria followed that line of thought for a moment, then determinedly shook her head. She wanted more than a sexual relationship. If she didn't, she would never have shut Paul out of her life. She might as well resign herself to the idea that her days of romance were over.
"An old maid at 26," she murmured to herself with a little laugh as she crawled into bed. Oh well, she was happy with her life the way it was. She would do just fine without getting entangled with Bryce Hathaway, or any other man for that matter.
Adria disappeared into her bedroom and took special care sorting through her closet for something to wear, finally choosing a long black skirt with a vivid blue over-sized sweater. She experimented with her hair before deciding to leave it long, just using a blue clasp to pull it out of her face. She surveyed herself in the mirror and gave a slight nod of approval. Then she glanced at the bed, which still bore the imprint of Bryce's body, and drew her breath in sharply.
She had not slept well the night before. Her dreams had been filled with visions of Bryce down the hall, asleep in her bed. Slowly, Adria sat down on the bed and then lay down on the spot where Bryce had lain, absorbing the masculine scent of the sheets mixing with the faint smell of her perfume. What would it be like, she wondered, to go to sleep in his arms, to spend the night beside him, to wake up in the morning and have his face be the first thing she saw?