The Family Simon: Tucker Part 6

"No," Tucker said quietly. "No she's not." He shrugged and ran his hands across the top of his head. "I don't know why I'm being such an a.s.shole."

That d.a.m.n lump was back in her throat and as much as Abby wanted to be p.i.s.sed off at Tucker for the entire day, she just couldn't.

"I don't want to be that girl...friend," she said quickly-Jesus-dropping her eyes back to the T in her hand. "You know the whiny, annoying friend. But I'm helping you out here, Tucker, so the least you could do is treat me like I matter and not as if I'm some lame-a.s.s afterthought."

"Jesus," he said under his breath. Tucker leaned toward her and Abby froze. Everything inside her stopped working.

Her lungs. Swoosh, they went.

Her heart. Bouncy rubber chicken stopped boinging.

Her ears. There was nothing but white air.

Nothing but Tucker's warm brown eyes with lashes as thick as mola.s.ses. Nothing but his thick dark hair, that full, almost feminine mouth, the cleft in his chin and the masculine scent that was all him.

In those few moments, there was only Tucker Simon because the world around them stopped moving too.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, not saying a word. Tucker looking intense and Abby...well, she was hoping she looked like she had her s.h.i.+t together. There was something going on here, right now between them, and she had the feeling that it could be something really, really important...

Or maybe really, really, painful.

She just didn't know which.

She wasn't exactly sure when the world started moving again or when her lungs decided to start working or when her heart started beating. But eventually the things in the background came into focus once more.

"Abby, look, I'm sorry if I offended you this morning. I didn't mean to. I just...there will be an expectation from them and I guess that's what I'm trying to avoid."

"Expectation?" she managed to say. Abby cleared her throat and tossed the T that was still in her palm as her rubber chicken heart began to beat again, the rhythm sad and kind of pathetic.

"I'd hate for my mom and dad to get their hopes up."

She knew what he was getting at, but some m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic part of her needed to hear it.

"What do you mean?"

Tucker settled back in his seat and gripped the steering wheel once again. "They've been through a lot. They loved my wife and when Marley...left, when that happened, it didn't just happen to me, you know? She happened to my whole family." He paused. "My parents will like you. They'll like you a lot because they'd be crazy not to, and that's what has me worried because you and I know that this weekend means nothing. At least nothing more than two friends hanging out, trying to have a good time."

Something hot p.r.i.c.ked at the corner of her eyes, and it took a lot of effort for Abby to keep it cool. To not react.

Tucker's eyes finally moved back to the green ahead as he slowly applied pressure to the pedal, and the golf cart began to move. The thing between them was still there, heavy and thick in the air, but it seemed as if Abby had read it all wrong.

"Jesus, Betty Jo has us sleeping together and her mouth doesn't know what a filter is. My mom is going to take one look at you and see wedding bells."

He stopped the cart a few feet from Abby's ball.

"I should have just come by myself. What the h.e.l.l was I thinking?" He groaned. "How am I going to get her to see that we're just friends when she's going to have her wedding goggles on?"

Abby wasn't sure how she managed to do it, but she slid from the cart and went around back to select her seven iron.

"Easy," she said lightly.

"Really," he replied.

"Sure," Abby walked over to her ball. "I'll just sleep with...who's the cousin you've warned me to stay away from? Cooper? Yes, Cooper...I'll sleep with him and that should do it. Before this weekend's over, your mother won't want me anywhere near you."

"I hope to h.e.l.l you're joking."

Abby refused to look back at him, instead she glanced toward the green and moved into place.

"What if I'm not?" she asked lightly.

"Abigail, don't go there."

Her hands gripped the club too tightly and she had to force herself to relax.

"Abigail," she repeated. "s.h.i.+t, now you sound just like my brothers."

She was bent over from the waist, lining up her shot when Tucker's feet entered her peripheral.

"Cooper is bad news. You think I was an a.s.shole this morning? He'd sleep with you before dinner, grab another woman at c.o.c.ktail time, and once he's done with her, he'd be on to the next."

She glanced up at Tucker before taking her shot.

"And your point is..."

Tucker looked really p.i.s.sed off now. Interesting.

A shot of adrenaline pulsed through Abby as she stared him down. His cheeks were red, his hands were clasped into fists, and the look on his face was not nice. It was fierce, almost...possessive.

"My point is that a guy like Cooper isn't the right guy for someone like you."

"And my point is, that if you want your parents and family off your back about us, a little harmless flirting on my part will probably do it."

"No," he said roughly. "That's a bad idea."

Abby relaxed her grip, settled her hips and loosened her shoulders. She exhaled and hit her ball, a nice clean sweep, watching it soar through the air to land on the green within a foot of the hole.

The devil might have been nipping at her heels. Or maybe it was the fact that she suddenly felt as if she had nothing left to lose. But the fire in Tucker's eyes told her something. It told her that maybe he was jealous at the thought of Abby and his cousin together.

Jealous.

And that meant that maybe there was something between them. Maybe that hot and heavy thing was exactly what she wanted it to be. A spark. A flame. Maybe it could turn into a G.o.dd.a.m.n volcano.

Call her crazy, but Abby figured there was only one way to find out-the question was how to get it done without actually sleeping with Cooper?

She smiled and tucked her club back into her bag and slid back into cart. "Let's go," she said lightly.

There were several holes to get through. There was the rehearsal dinner.

And there was the illusive Cooper Simon to pretend-seduce.

What could go wrong?

Chapter Seven.

Tucker grabbed a cold beer from the waiter and leaned back against the bar as his family began to gather in the hotel restaurant for dinner. The impressive group of Simons had just come from the Fernham estate twenty minutes away, which boasted an old antebellum mansion where the wedding rehearsal had taken place and where the wedding ceremony would be performed tomorrow.

Tucker wasn't in the actual wedding party, so he'd pa.s.sed on heading out there to watch, and instead after golf, had relaxed in his suite while Betty had taken Abby to the spa to get their toes done.

He glanced at his watch and scowled. That was nearly three and a half hours ago. How long did it take a woman to get her d.a.m.n toes done? He'd had time to make several business calls, shower and change, and was already on to his second beer.

He took another swig, eyes narrowed as his cousins Cooper and Rick arrived at the reception. Their younger sister, Calista, was the bride and both of them were standing up for the groom.

Cooper hadn't shown for golf this morning and Tucker was guessing either a woman or a bottle of Gray Goose was to blame. He thought about is some more. Probably both.

Rick nodded and elbowed his brother as Cooper turned toward Tucker. It was eerie how much Cooper looked like Beau. h.e.l.l, they could pa.s.s as brothers, well, except Beau wasn't an a.s.shole.

The two men started toward Tucker but were waylaid by Aunt Virginia, and Tucker took another swig, not bothering to hide a grin as Aunt Virginia tucked her arm through Cooper's.

Virginia had a soft spot for all the blond Simon boys-he would be there for a while.

Tucker glanced to his left as Beau sidled up to the bar.

"s.h.i.+t, I was starting to think that you'd gone off with Betty too."

Beau snorted. "Yeah, cuz a spa is exactly where I'd be right now."

Tucker took another swig from his bottle. He didn't want to ask the question even though he was dying- "They're on their way down. Betty just sent me a text."

"Huh," was Tucker's reply.

"Apparently my lady love felt the need to squeeze in a little shopping."

"Christ," Tucker muttered. "I'm not convinced that retail therapy is cheaper than a shrink, no matter what she says."

"No kidding," Beau said in agreement, accepting a cold one from the bartender. "Who the h.e.l.l decides to go shoe shopping an hour before dinner? Especially a woman who brings a suitcase just for her shoes. I swear to G.o.d she packed twenty pairs to come down here for the weekend, and she'll wear maybe two of them."

The two men sat in relative peace-at least for the moment-mostly because Aunt Virginia had Rick and Cooper cornered, and the rest of the cousins hadn't spotted them yet. In a family as high profile as the Simons, Beau, with his Hollywood celebrity, stood out.

Beau took another pull from his longneck and then set it on the bar as he leaned back. "Mom and Dad aren't here yet."

"Nope," Tucker replied, scanning the room although it wasn't for his parents.

"I think their flight was delayed from Toronto."

Tucker swiveled his head around. "Toronto? They were up at the cottage?"

The Simon family had a big piece of property on Lake Muskoka and spent a fair bit of time up there in the summer. It had been in the family since the early 50's, and Tucker and his brothers had been going up there since he could remember.

"For at least a week. They always go up for the Canadian Thanksgiving to spend the weekend with their friends." Beau frowned. "When's the last time you talked to them?"

Tucker didn't want to admit that he'd been avoiding his mother's calls ever since she'd brought up the whole prost.i.tute thing, so he just shrugged and shook his head. "It's been a few weeks."

"She's going to lay into you when she does get here. You know that, right?"

Tucker didn't answer because there was nothing to say. Beau was right. His mother would have more than a few choice words for him, and d.a.m.ned if he didn't deserve them.

Beau nodded toward Aunt Virginia. "I guess you heard that Uncle Max broke his hip?"

"Nah, I didn't hear that." Good. It meant that Aunt Virginia would hopefully attach herself to Cooper for most of the night instead of bothering him because lord knows the woman liked to dance.

"Apparently he was trying to wave-board and didn't quite make it."

"Wave-board?" A grin tugged on Tucker's mouth. "Are you s.h.i.+tting me? He's got to be pus.h.i.+ng eighty, isn't he?"

"Mom says he'll be ninety-two next year."

"Wow," was all Tucker had.

"Yeah."

Tucker glanced at Beau, but his brother's eyes slid away. Something was up.

"What's on your mind?"

A few moments ticked by and then Beau grabbed up his longneck and tore at the edge of the label.

"It's got to be hard for you."

Tucker's chest tightened, but he kept his eyes on Beau as he continued.

"Coming back here, I mean. You and Marley...you guys spent most of your time together in the Keys."

Tucker didn't answer Beau right away. He nodded at the bartender and motioned for two more drinks. Once they were served, he shoved a hand into the front pocket of his navy slacks and tried to relax his shoulders, but it was no use. He was strung tight and loosened his tie a bit.

"I had to come back at some point, right?"

He couldn't meet his brother's eyes. Instead he tipped the bottle against his mouth and drank d.a.m.n near the entire thing.

"Yeah," Beau said softly. "I guess you did."