She couldn’t quite stop her nervous hands, however, from tugging on the hem of the shirt, trying to pull it farther over her thighs.
He couldn’t resist teasing her. “Well, Ms. McDaniels! You have very long legs. I hadn’t realized.”
She held his steady gaze and Tyler found himself anticipating what she might say. She never reacted as he expected her to. She never reacted as most other women would.
She was definitely unique.
“There was no need, nor will there ever be a need, for you to notice my legs, Tyler.”
His grin never slipped. He enjoyed baiting her, watching her struggle with her temper. “Is every damned thing you own the same shade of mud? Don’t you have anything blue or yellow?” He smacked his forehead, as if struck by a thought. “Red! You might look...nice, in red.”
Her teeth snapped together in a loud click. “Watch your language. There are children present, and no, I have no desire...”
“None at all?”
“...to wear red! We’re only playing basketball, for goodness’ sake, and I hardly think the occasion warrants dressing up.”
“It doesn’t warrant dressing down, either. Is your body actually in there somewhere?” He leaned back, his gaze ranging slowly over her. “There’s enough extra material there to clothe three women.”
“Not that it’s necessary for me to explain myself to you,” she told him, starting to lose that steady, rock-solid calm, “but I thought I should wear clothes that were loose to allow for freedom of movement. I always wore something similar when I was a child and played basketball. I believe in being comfortable.”
Tyler paused with interest. “You have some experience with the game then?”
“A little.”
He chuckled. Knowing Carlie, and he was getting to know her, despite her efforts to remain aloof, “a little” probably meant she was very proficient at the game. “Excellent. We’ll start by outlining the rules to the children, then we’ll choose sides. I’ll lead one team, you can lead the other.”
Carlie nodded, but put in, “After warm-ups. I don’t want to take a chance on anybody getting hurt.”
“Whatever you say. But you’ll have to lead those. I don’t know any, other than sit-ups and such, and I’m not certain what kids this age are used to.”
Tyler watched Carlie as she rounded up the kids and introduced them to him. As he spoke with each child, taking the time to joke and put them at ease, he caught Carlie staring. He winked at her, and she favored him with a genuine smile.
He wasn’t used to her doing that, and for a second there, it threw him. Then he realized she was merely pleased that he was taking the time to really talk with the children. What had she thought he’d do? Bark at them?
The exercises she’d chosen were simple, but she challenged the children to keep up, to do each individual stretch properly. Throughout it all, Tyler watched her, and he grew increasingly curious.
Her breasts bounced. He’d never really noticed how amply endowed she was until now, but Mother Nature had treated her generously. And from what he could tell, she was totally unaware of it.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t.
After helping a little girl catch the rhythm of the exercise, he wandered between all the children, checking to see if anyone else needed help. But even as he did that, he kept his gaze on Carlie, watching her every move.
When they finally broke up into teams, Carlie taking four girls and the biggest boy, Tyler with four boys, he announced they would play “shirts and skins.” He led the boys in stripping off their shirts, then noticed Carlie staring. She tightened her mouth and blushed bright red when he caught her eye. He was amused, but he also liked the idea of her liking his body. Walking toward her, seeing her back up a step before she could stop herself, Tyler grinned. When he reached her, he slipped a fingertip over her lips, then chucked her chin, all without a single word. She closed her mouth with a snap, stomping to the other side of the hoop. But still, she looked her fill.
Later, after each of the children had taken a few practice shots, Tyler pulled Carlie aside. “They’re well-behaved. Only a few of them are a little rambunctious.” He laughed. “I heard one of the boys daring another to do a few...indiscreet things. They saw me looking and changed their minds.”
“Just remember that when the novelty wears off and they get used to you. They can become a little more than rambunctious.”
There were several occasions to point out misconduct, ranging from offensive language to shoving. Once, Tyler had to break up a skirmish between two of the boys. By the time six o’clock rolled around, Tyler was beat and Carlie looked exhausted.
But still, she took the time to make certain each child was bundled up properly. She helped with tying shoes, answered numerous questions and convinced one little boy that he didn’t really want to hit another, just because the child had sneezed on him.
Then she gave the sneezer a tissue.
“I’m impressed,” Tyler told her, his eyes on her flushed face. “You’re really good with kids. You never once lost your temper.”
She shrugged off his compliment. “I enjoy them. They’re fun, and honest to a fault.”
Tyler felt a tug on his hand, and looked down at a little girl named Lucy. She was smiling at him, showing him the stuck zipper on her coat. He helped her get her coat closed, then tweaked her nose. As he started to stand, she threw her skinny arms around his neck and squeezed him tight. “Thank you, Mr. Ramsey. I had fun.”
Surprised, he looked toward Carlie, then ruffled the girl’s tangled hair. “I did too, Lucy.” She giggled, and Tyler grinned at her. “You’ll be here Monday?”
“Yes, sir.” She skipped away, leaving Tyler to stare after her.
“Whatever could that little girl have done to deserve detention? She’s a doll.”
Carlie waved goodbye to the last little boy, watching as he climbed into his parent’s car, before allowing the heavy gym door to close. She turned to Tyler, chuckling softly. “Lucy has a problem with her language. She could make a sailor blush when she puts her mind to it. Personally, I think she just wants attention. Her father took off about a year ago, and her mother has her hands full trying to take care of five kids, all under the age of fifteen. Lucy sort of falls into the middle of the group.”
Tyler turned away, his left hand rubbing the muscles of his neck. “I hate hearing stories like that. They make me want to strangle somebody.” He began idly bouncing the ball, just to give his hands something to do and his mind something to focus on other than the problems of innocent children. But it didn’t work. The issue was a sensitive one with him. “Why is it the kids who have to get hurt?”
“It’s always the ones who are most vulnerable. That’s simply human nature.” She shrugged philosophically, then took him by surprise, snatching the basketball out of his hands and dribbling it across the court.
Tyler watched her antics, knowing she was trying to distract him, and appreciating her efforts.
