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I shrugged and reached for a black-striped ball. “Can you really blame me? You’ve pretty much been covered from head to toe every time I’ve seen you, babe.” The ball weighed enough, and I could fit my fingers in it. “Come to think of it, you and Dorothy both dress like you’re at a funeral all of the time.”
“Mace,” Imogen drawled. “Did you forget where we work?”
“No, Imogen, but I didn’t think you had to dress for a funeral every day.”
“Wehaveto dress like that because Mr. Brooks is not a fan of the same art that Dorothy and I are.”
“She’s tatted up, too?”
Imogen grabbed a dark green ball with yellow spots on it and weighed it in her hands. “I’m legs, and she is arms.” She held the ball out to me. “I think this one is going to work for me.”
We set our balls in return, and she moved to the screen to enter our names.
“Both of your legs are inked?” I asked.
“I’m going to end this conversation, so I don’t give away the only air of mystery I have.”
“Now that is just a challenge, babe.”
“Stop,” Imogen laughed. “you’re acting like you could have my pants off in the middle of this bowling alley.”
I looked her up and down. “Thirty seconds.”
She rolled her eyes and turned her back to me. “I can’t hear you because I am busy entering our names into the machine so we can start bowling. Maybe you should do some stretches or something and stop worrying about what is under my pants.”
I moved behind her and nuzzled her neck. “I know some stretches you and I can do together.”
“Mace,” she whispered. “You’re not behaving.”
“I’ve never been good at behaving, babe. You, of all people, should know that.” I pressed a kiss behind her ear, and a tremor rocked her body. “You’ve known me the longest of anyone in my life.”
“We haven’t seen each other for fifteen years, Mace,” she reminded me.
“We’re both the same we were back then; we just grew up. I still can’t stay away from you, and all I want is to make sure you are safe.”
“What do you think would have happened if we hadn’t missed the past fifteen years?” she asked. She turned in my arms and tipped her head back. “What if the whole Kent thing would have never happened, and we both stayed in Sutter Creek?”
“We can’t know that, babe.”
“But what did you want to happen? Did you actually see yourself with me?” she questioned. “I never would have thought that you liked me. It seemed more like you were my big brother protecting me.”
“You thought of me as your big brother?” I did not see Imogen as my sister. Ever. I was only eleven when I first helped her, but it didn’t take long after that to see her in a new way. Never as a sister.
“No. I just mean, I didn’t see you that way, but I figured that was how you felt.”
I reached up and cupped her cheek. “Do you think I would kiss my sister like this?” I leaned in, and she rose up on her toes to meet me.
She was so soft and innocent, and it took all my willpower not to take her right there. Two kisses and I knew that Imogen was it.
She was the one, and I didn’t doubt it for a second.
My lips moved over hers, and she opened her mouth in invitation. I invaded her mouth, and my hands moved down her body and cupped her lush ass.
“Mace,” she moaned into my mouth.
This hadn’t been my intention when I asked her out for dinner. I really just wanted to get to know the person she had grown into, but I couldn’t keep my mouth or hands off of her.
Imogen was a drug I had been addicted to after one touch.
