Time Out & Body Check: Time Out / Body Check. Jill Shalvis

else either.” Tugging the hem of her top down, she gave him one last pointed glare for emphasis and pulled open the door before she could change her mind. She rushed out and ran smack into James and Casey.

      “Whoa there, killer,” Casey said, steadying her. “How are you on the ice? We could use you on the team.” He looked at the man behind her. “Isn’t that right, Coach?”

      Rainey felt Mark’s hand skim up her spine and settle on the nape of her neck. “Absolutely.”

      She shivered, then laughed to hide the reaction. “I’ll have my people call your people,” she quipped, then made her escape to the women’s bathroom.

      Lena came in while Rainey was still splashing cold water on her face, desperately trying to cool down her overheated, still humming body.

      “This is all your fault,” Rainey told her again. “Somehow.”

      “Really.” Lena’s gaze narrowed on Rainey’s neck. “And how about the hickey on your neck. Whose fault is that?”

      “Oh my God, I have a hickey?”

      Lena was grinning wide. “Nah. I was just teasing.”

      “Dammit!”

      “So does the coach kiss as good as he looks?”

      “Yes,” Rainey said miserably.

      Lena laughed at her. “Maybe you found him.”

      “Found who?”

      “You know. Him. Your keeper.”

      Rainey shook her head. “No way, not Mark. You know he’s only got endgame in hockey, not women.”

      “But maybe…”

      “No. No maybe.” Rainey left, then stuck her head back in. “No,” she said again, and shut the door on Lena’s knowing laugh.

      * * *

      HOURS LATER, RAINEY left work and headed home. Halfway there, she made a pit stop at the string of trailers that ran behind the railroad tracks dividing town. Sharee and her mother lived in one of them, towards the back.

      No one answered Rainey’s knock. She was just about to leave when Mona, Sharee’s mother, appeared on the walk, still in her cocktail waitress uniform.

      When she saw Rainey, she slowed to a stop and sighed. “You again.”

      “Hi, Mona.”

      “What now? Did Sharee get in another fight while I was at work?”

      “No,” Rainey said. “She walked into a door.”

      Mona’s lips tightened.

      “The last time I came out here,” Rainey said quietly, “you told me that you and Martin were separated.”

      “We’re working on things.” Mona’s gaze shifted away. “Look, I’m a single mom with a kid and a crap job, okay? Martin helps—he should help. He’s an okay guy, he’s just stressed, and Sharee’s mouthy.”

      By all accounts, Martin wasn’t an okay guy. He was angry and aggressive, and he made Rainey as uncomfortable as hell. “I think he hits her, Mona. If I knew it for sure, I’d report it. And then you might lose her.”

      Mona paled. “No.”

      “You tell Martin that, okay? Tell him I’ll report him if he doesn’t keep his hands off her.”

      Mona hugged herself and shook her head vehemently, and Rainey sighed. The authorities had been called out here no less than five times. But Sharee wouldn’t admit to the abuse, and worse, every time she and Mona were questioned, Martin only got more “stressed.”

      “There are places you can go,” Rainey said softly. “Places you can take Sharee and be safe.”

      Mona’s face tightened. “We’re fine.”

      Rainey just looked at her for a long moment, but in the end there was nothing more she could do. “Will you allow Sharee to stay at my place on the nights you’re working?”

      Without answering, Mona went inside.

      Rainey went home. She made cookies because that’s what she did when she was stressed—she ate cookies. Then she showered for her date with Kyle. It would be fun, she decided. And she needed fun. She would keep an open mind and stop thinking about Mark. Who knows, maybe Kyle would be The One to finally make her forget Mark altogether.

      She heard the knock at precisely six o’clock. She waited for a zing of nerves. It was a first date. There should be nerves. But she felt nothing. She opened her door and went still.

      Mark.

      Now nerves flooded her. “What are you doing here?”

      “We left a few things unfinished,” he said.

      “We always leave things unfinished!”

      A car pulled up the street. Kyle. Inexplicably frantic, Rainey shoved at Mark’s chest. “You have to go.”

      He didn’t budge. “Hmm.”

      Hmm? What the hell did that mean? She looked around, considering shoving him into the bushes, but he leaned into her. “Don’t even think about it.” With his hands on her hips, he pushed her inside her town house and shut the door.

      “You can’t be here,” she muttered. “I have a date.”

      He let go of her to look out the small window alongside the front door, eyes focused on Kyle as he walked up the path. “I want to meet this guy.”

      “What? No.”

      The doorbell rang, and Mark turned his head to look at her, his eyes two pools of dark chocolate. “You still have shitty taste in men?”

      “I—None of your business!”

      The bell rang again, and in sheer panic, Rainey pushed Mark behind the door and out of sight, pointing at him to stay as she pasted a smile on her face and opened the door.

      Kyle was medium height and build, with wind-tousled brown hair that curled over his collar and green eyes that had a light in them that suggested he might be thinking slightly NC-17 thoughts. Rainey stared at him in shock.

      He smiled. “Surprised?”

      Uh, yeah. He’d grown up and out, and had definitely lost the buck teeth. Plus he had a look of edge to him, a confidence, a blatant sexuality that shocked her. Kyle Foster had grown up to be a bad boy. “It’s nice to see you,” she said, surprised to find it true.

      “Same goes.” He looked her over. “You look good enough to eat.”

      From behind the door came a low growl.

      Rainey didn’t dare glance over, but she could feel the weight of Mark’s stare. “Let me just grab my purse,” she said quickly.

      “What smells so good?” Kyle asked, trying to see past her and inside her place.

      “I made chocolate chip cookies earlier.”

      “I love chocolate chip cookies,” Kyle said.

      Was it her imagination, or did Mark growl again? Oh, God. “Burned them,” she said quickly. Liar, liar, pants on fire. She had a glorious tray of cookies on her counter, to-die-for cookies, cookies that were better than an orgasm, but if she let him in, she’d be forced to introduce him to Mark. “Sorry. If you could just give me a sec.” She shut the door on his face and winced. Then she glared at Mark.

      “Let him in,” he said. “You can introduce us.” He said this in the tone the Big Bad Wolf had probably used on Little Red Riding Hood.

      She pointed at him. “Shh!” She ran into the kitchen, grabbed her purse and strode past the six-foot-plus dark and annoyingly