Fall Into Temptation (Blue Moon Book #2)(80)

He’d also been team captain of the cross-country team, but of course Carter wouldn’t have pointed that out to the kid.

“So you’re looking for an advisor.”

“It would only be an hour of your time a week, after school.” Evan leaned in. “You could give us pointers and help us get ready for some events in the spring.”

“And you want me because everyone else said no?”

Evan shook his head earnestly. “You’re the only one we’ve asked. We want the best.”

How the hell was he supposed to say no to that? Beckett wondered.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “An hour a week?”

Evan nodded. “On Wednesdays. I checked with the library and they have meeting space we can use.”

“How many of you are there?”

“Seven. Eight if you count Oceana, but she’s at some wool-spinning workshop for two weeks after Thanksgiving.”

He slid a piece of paper across the desk. “These are the competitions we want to enter in the spring so we need to be good by then.”

Beckett picked it up and studied the list. “Okay.”

“Okay you’ll do it, or okay you’ll think about it?”

“Okay, I’ll do it,” Beckett clarified.

“Cool,” Evan nodded as if he’d expected the yes. “Meetings start the week after Thanksgiving at the library.” He stood up and extended his hand to Beckett.

Beckett rose and shook the boy’s hand.

“You won’t regret it,” Evan said confidently.

“We’ll see about that.”

“Thanks, Beckett. See ya around,” Evan said, draining his glass before he left.

Beckett sat in his chair feeling slightly manipulated and not the least bit upset about it. He saw Evan close the sunroom door behind him on the porch and break into a victory dance.

Nope, Beckett wasn’t the least bit upset about it.

He called Ellery’s desk. “Can you set a reminder for me to call the middle school principal about this debate team thing?”

“Already on your calendar.”



Beckett answered the evening knock on his front door with a beer in one hand and his phone in the other. Gianna had regretfully turned him down for dinner tonight in favor of getting some magazine work done for Summer. So he’d settled for a sexy text exchange while he caught part of the basketball game on TV.

His brothers ranged themselves in the doorway.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” Carter said, pushing past him into the house.

Jax followed suit, slugging Beckett in the shoulder on his way through the door.

“Got any more of those?” Carter asked over his shoulder, pointing at the beer.

“Fridge.” He followed his brothers down the hall to the kitchen. It had been a while since he’d seen them.

“Don’t get your beard hair on any of my food,” he warned Carter as his brother started to dig through his fridge.

Carter pulled out two beers and handed one to Jax. He stroked a hand through his thick beard. “Sounds like jealousy to me, Jax.”

Familiar with the game, Jax grinned. “Sounds like it. I bet Beckett couldn’t grow more than a sad, scraggly patch or two in a week.”

“What brings you esteemed gentlemen to my kitchen, besides insulting my face?” Beckett asked, letting his gaze skim between them and through the back window. Lights were on all over Gianna’s house.

“He’s got it bad,” Jax sighed, sliding to the left to block Beckett’s view of the window.

“Who’s got what bad?” Beckett asked, playing it cool.

Carter pulled out his phone, skimmed a thumb over the screen.

“Becket Pierce sends flowers, buys car seat, seen smiling in grocery produce aisle,” he read.

“I like grapefruit. They were on special.”

Jax snorted.

“You two didn’t come all the way over here to talk about me and Gianna, did you?”

Carter and Jax shared a look.

“What?”

“Summer kicked us out of the house,” Jax said, rubbing the back of his head. “Something about not being able to concentrate with so much testosterone in the house.”

“What exactly were you doing that earned you an exile?”

Carter shrugged. “We may have been just fooling around wrestling.”

“She got pretty pissed when we kicked over that lamp,” Jax said, taking a sip of beer.

“Was it the lamp or the table she was mad about?” Carter frowned.

Jax shrugged. “All I know is one second we’re just goofing off and the next she’s throwing car keys at us and telling us to get out.”

“Is this pregnancy hormones or bridezilla issues?” Beckett said, pretending that Summer wasn’t perfectly within her rights to evict two overgrown teenagers.

“Man, I think the hormones are double with twins,” Carter sighed.

“Or it could be the fact that you’re smothering the shit out of her,” Jax said affably. “‘Can I get you a pillow, sweetheart? How about you sit down and take a break? Why don’t you let me chew your food for you?’” Jax said in a spot-on, lovesick Carter imitation.

Carter cuffed his brother upside the head, which resulted in another scuffle.