Family Fortune. Roz Fox Denny

      He nodded, although his gaze kept straying to Cale’s corner. It was obvious from his straining that he wasn’t having an easy time of it. “Isn’t this Cale’s first day of therapy, too?” the boy managed in a high threadlike voice. “I think he’s in pain big time.”

      Mindy didn’t seem to know how to answer. Crystal intervened. “Honey, I know for a fact that Tanner’s been working out with hand weights in his room. Plus, his athletic training has been far more intense than yours. You concentrate on what Mindy tells you to do, okay?”

      “Yes, Skip. Lynelle is taking care of your friend. He’s fine. I promise.”

      “All r-right.”

      Skip still kept turning to watch Caleb. But how could Crystal blame him when she was sneaking looks, too? Tanner did possess an impressive physique. Broad shoulders, but not too bulky. Each of his hands would probably make two of hers. But they were well shaped and his nails were short and clean.

      When Crystal started to imagine what it’d feel like having those hands roam over her breasts, she made herself turn her attention to Mindy and Skip again.

      Why on earth do they keep it so warm in here? Crystal stood and walked to the door. She just needed to find the courtyard and get some air. Her sitting here served no purpose; Skip was doing fine with Mindy.

      Crystal remained oblivious to the fact that the sway of her hips stopped Tanner’s therapy session cold. He had to lean around his therapist to gain the full effect of Crystal’s sudden departure. Lynelle didn’t like losing his attention. Clearly the therapist, in her spandex shorts and crop top, thought she was hot stuff. But Caleb had never been crazy about buxom blondes. Especially when they were closer to his kid sister’s age than his. Cale had accepted long ago that he might be the only football player on the face of the earth who was that choosy.

      As a rule he gravitated toward tall leggy redheads. This week he’d changed his preference to petite saxophone players who wore their long black hair in a single braid. And he didn’t even know why, since he and Crystal Jardin hadn’t gotten past arguing. Then again, maybe that was the reason. Generally, everywhere he went, women of all ages fawned over him. Crystal was definitely not in that category.