fine lines at the outside corners of his eyes, grooves along his sexy mouth that apparently she’d been unable to suitably appreciate in her youth. His nose seemed different, though, a bit crooked.
“Rachel, wait.” He caught her arm just outside the family room.
Her heart nearly stopped. Had he noticed her staring? If he felt compelled to point out he was with Nikki and not interested in straying, Rachel would just die. Right here. Right now, on her twenty-sixth birthday. So sad.
She did as he asked, but he didn’t let go. Staring into each other’s eyes, they stood in a small semi-private foyer that was the result of an addition to the original house.
Matt smiled. “It’s good to see you.” He stroked his palm down her arm to her hand, and lightly squeezed.
“Yeah, you, too.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t remember.”
“What?”
He lowered his head, slowly closing the distance between their mouths.
Rachel sucked in a breath so hard she thought she’d pass out. Holy crap, he was going to kiss her….
He moved his head, just a tad, and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Happy birthday, kiddo.”
4
RACHEL DIDN’T CARE THAT he was so handsome he made her thighs clench. Or that there were far too many witnesses in the next room. She was going to strangle him.
Kiddo.
A barely contained growl chafed her throat. This was like adding the proverbial salt to the wound.
He had to know…the way he’d leaned into her…the dark intensity of his eyes…well, naturally she’d expected an entirely different kind of kiss.
Dammit, she didn’t understand this grown-up version of Matt at all. Her teasing and flirting used to earn her slow bashful smiles. She’d enjoyed having the upper hand.
Or had she? As a kid had she gotten his reaction to her mixed up? Maybe those smiles had been patronizing. Her breath caught painfully somewhere between her lungs and her throat.
“Thanks,” she said, smiled brightly and led him into the family room, announcing, “Look who’s here.”
Cole and Trace both glanced up from their game of pool. Jamie was there, too. Just in case Jamie was making faces at her, Rachel kept her eyes averted.
“Hey, Matt.” Cole leaned his stick against the wall, and stuck out his hand as he came around the table. “Good to see you, buddy.”
Trace passed his cue to Sandy, a pretty blonde who’d checked in yesterday. Her quieter friend, Krista, was already holding Trace’s beer.
“I should’ve known you hustlers were back here.” Matt shook each of their hands, and acknowledged the women with a polite nod.
“Hustlers, huh?” Sandy baited Trace, while she discreetly sized up Matt.
“Now that’s what you call sour grapes. Matt can’t play worth spit. We used to humiliate him.”
“Yep.” Matt laughed. “I still suck at it.” He stuffed his hands in his jeans’ pockets and leaned a shoulder against the wall. “You guys still keep a running score?”
Cole snorted, and eyed Trace. “No. Some of us are busy and don’t have enough time to play these days.”
“Translation…” Trace said with a cocky smile, “I’m still whipping him.”
Leaping to Cole’s defense, Jamie let out a haughty “You do not.”
“That’s my girl.” Chuckling, Cole caught her hand. “Matt, this is Jamie.”
“I see things have changed around here.” Matt briefly raised his brows at Cole. “Nice meeting you, Jamie.”
“Yes, likewise.”
“Now you know why my brother has no time for pool.” Trace reclaimed the cue from Sandy. She gave him a stiff smile and a pointed look. “Oh, yeah, Matt, this—” Trace paused, a fleeting expression of panic on his face. “You want a beer?” Trace didn’t wait for the answer. He flashed a winning smile at the tall blonde. “Darlin’, you mind getting Matt a cold one?”
“Sure.”
Rachel and Jamie exchanged glances. They knew Trace had already forgotten the woman’s name. Rachel pressed her lips together and lowered her gaze to the eight ball in the corner, trying not to laugh. She should bail him out. Not to be nice, he deserved to squirm, but it wasn’t fair to let their guests feel uncomfortable.
She moved around the pool table and picked up two empty glasses sitting on the window ledge. “Sandy, Krista, would you like another drink?”
“Not me, thanks.” Krista exhaled loudly. “Trace’s punch nearly did me in.”
“Amen,” Sandy added, pulling a bottle out of the small fridge.
“Yeah,” Rachel said. “I don’t think we’ll let him play bartender again.” Okay, she’d done her part. Let Trace figure out who was who.
Matt pushed off the wall to take the beer Sandy passed him. “Thanks.” He gave her a smile that could melt a brick. “I don’t recall so many pretty women in Blackfoot Falls before I left.”
“Handsome and charming.” Sandy’s smile dazzled. “Why did I not know this about Montana men?”
Rachel tried really hard not to roll her eyes. Good thing.
Sandy glanced at her. “There’s only one beer left. I’ll restock if you tell me where to get more.”
“You’re a guest. I’ll get it.”
“No, it’s your birthday,” Jamie cut in. “They’re in the kitchen. Sandy and Krista, come help me.”
With the other two trailing behind her, Jamie walked past Rachel and gave her an OMG look no one else could see.
“Well, shit,” Trace said as soon as the women were out of earshot. “Look at you, Gunderson, making the ladies hot and bothered. You don’t get enough action on the road?”
“You seem to be doing okay,” Matt said, laughing. “And you don’t have to get thrown from a bull.”
“But he’s sure been flinging a lot of it around,” Cole said, and took his next shot.
Trace glanced toward the door. “Hell, those women are wearing me out. No joke.”
Rachel grunted. “They just arrived yesterday.”
“You know what I mean.” Trace took a swig of beer. “Good time for you to show up, Matt. You’ll take the heat off.”
“Oh, please, you’re not fooling anyone.” Rachel knew it was true. Trace had gotten sick of the attention. But she wanted to steer the conversation away from Matt and his sex life. Just the hint of it grated on her nerves. “You’ve been the main attraction. I really should pay you a bonus.”
“No, thanks. What I need is time off for damn good behavior.”
Cole laughed at that. “I don’t think you want to go down that road.” He eyed Trace as if he knew something Rachel didn’t. Did Cole honestly believe she didn’t know Trace had played loose with the rules? She suspected he’d slept with a guest or three in the past few months, but he’d been discreet. “Your shot.” Cole stood back to give Trace room and looked at Matt. “I reckon you came to see your father.”
He hesitated, then took a long pull of beer. “Yeah, I’m here because of Wallace. Where’s Jesse?”
Clearly Matt wanted the subject of his father dropped. “He’s away overnight,”