Seducing Simon(33)

Amidst cries of traitor, she joined her teammates against Matt, Mike, A.J. and the other members of their fire squad. Curiously, Simon stood back, a drink in hand, broodingly silent. Toni frowned as she lined up across from A.J. “What eating him?” she asked nodding in Simon’s direction.

A.J. shrugged. “Dunno. He’s been like that all morning.” She glanced back over again as the football was snapped and froze.

A.J. shot by her but her gaze was riveted to the woman standing beside Simon. What the hell was she doing here?

“You’re way too easy,” A.J. teased as he brushed back by her to line up.

She blinked then flushed. She’d missed the entire play. “What’s she doing here?” she hissed as she tried to divert her attention to the game.

A.J. glanced over his shoulder. “Talking to Simon it looks like.”

“My, aren’t you the observant one,” she said sourly.

He chuckled. “C’mon, let’s play. You can get out all that pent up aggression.”

“Just remember you asked for it,” she muttered as she drove her shoulder into his stomach.

Thirty minutes later, the score was tied and the barbeque was almost ready. But rescue had the ball and they weren’t conceding defeat just to go eat. They formed the huddle and Steve, a paramedic Toni had gone to school with, gestured at her. “Give the ball to her. No one will mess with a pregnant woman.” He winked at her.

She laughed. “Don’t be so sure about that. A.J. is out for revenge after I laid him out awhile ago.”

“You up for it, Toni?” Rick asked. “I’ll hand it off and run interference for you down the field.”

“Oh sure, make the pregnant woman run,” she grumbled, but grinned good-naturedly.

They lined up and she grinned evilly at A.J. “Don’t get in my way, pretty boy.”

The play started and after a fake pass, Rick tossed the ball to Toni then shoved A.J. out of the way. She tucked the ball under her arm and took off down the field toward the appointed goal line.

Laughter rose as Fire figured out they’d been had. But Mike wasn’t so easy a sale. He cut her off before she could reach the goal line and scooped her up ball and all. “Interception!” he yelled as he took off toward the opposite end of the field.

She shouted with laughter. “Put me down, you lug!” She bounced on his shoulder, the ground spinning below her as he wrapped an arm around her legs and increased his speed.

And just as suddenly as she had been plucked from the ground, suddenly she was flat on her back, Mike sprawled on top of her. She sucked in air, or tried to as she wheezed for breath.

“Oh crap, Toni, are you all right?” Mike demanded as he scrambled up.

“What happened?” she croaked.

“The moron fell on you,” A.J. offered as he appeared beside her.

Concern filled his eyes as he bent down. “Are you okay?” And then Simon was over her, shoving Mike and A.J. back. “Don’t move,” he instructed.

“I’m okay,” she protested. “Just got the wind knocked out of me.

Don’t go all paramedic on me, Simon. There’s enough of those around.” The crowd gathered around her laughed in relief. But Simon was still frowning. He glared up at Mike. “That was a dumbass thing to do, Sanders. You don’t sling a pregnant woman over your shoulder and go barging down the field.”

Mike remained silent to Toni’s relief. She had no desire to be the center of an argument. “I’m fine, Simon,” she said firmly. “Now help me up.”

Strong hands lifted her to a standing position and remained on her shoulders as she stood a moment collecting herself. She caught Matt’s concerned gaze across the field and nodded reassuringly at him.

“Guess the game’s over,” Rick announced.

“The food’s ready anyway,” Steve remarked, sliding his arm around his wife, Tracy.

“Are you okay, Toni?” Tracy asked, placing a hand on Toni’s shoulder.

She smiled at the other woman. “I’m fine, Tracy. Thanks though.

“You know these men,” Tracy said, rolling her eyes. “All brawn and absolutely no brain.”

“Hey, I resemble that remark,” Mike protested. He slid an arm around Toni’s waist, apology reflected in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Toni. Simon’s right.

It was stupid and I could have hurt you.”

“At least he admits it,” Simon muttered.

“Enough already,” she said. “I’m ready to eat.” The crowd filtered out, all heading to the two tables that had been set up by the barbeque pit. Simon lagged behind as Toni slowly walked toward the others. “Are you sure you’re not hurt?” he persisted.

“Simon, I’m fine,” she said in exasperation.

He put an arm around her shoulders and walked back with her. As they approached the others, Toni could feel Starla staring at them. There was no malevolence in her eyes, just thoughtful reflection.

Toni felt a pang of guilt. What if Simon really wanted to be with Starla? What if she was the only one who could make him happy? She shook her head, then disguised the gesture by smoothing her hair with her hand. No. She couldn’t countenance Starla being the right woman for Simon after she had betrayed him by sleeping with another man.