They were at the bottom of the hill, and Becki turned toward him. Her chin went down slightly, and she stared from under her lashes. “Those lessons were very memorable.”
Goddamn fucking yes. He wasn’t sure whether he should smile or run like a scared little girl as her expression grew more sultry by the second.
Did he want a repeat of their wild fling? Hell, yeah, but he wasn’t sure of the big picture right now, and if she was going to talk about rules, then he was going to go back to the first one he’d insisted on teaching her so long ago.
Be patient.
They were here now, and adults—they had more to explore than simply the brain-melting physical attraction they’d shared. If things worked out, the sex would come later. He wanted to know more about where she’d been, and what she was doing now. Since David had persuaded her to join the school, she’d be around for at least a year. Time enough to reignite the sheets.
So he took the easy out.
“Round two?”
She was gone without a word, and once again he faced the torment of staring at her ass the entire sprint up the hillside.
The gym had been renovated since the last time she was there. The mats were sparkling new, super-cushiony, and an incredible selection of auto-belayers lined the south wall. The entire face of the east wall was also covered from floor to ceiling in climbing holds, including a lovely overhang section that made her fingers itch to test them.
She finished admiring the renovations from her relaxed position flat on her back. With one leg raised to the ceiling, she flexed her ankle, pulling the limb closer and groaning at how good it felt to stretch the tight muscles.
Stony silence greeted her from her left.
“Did I wear you out?” she asked, hiding her amusement. Marcus had been less talkative the second half of their run, and she didn’t think it was because he was exhausted.
The mats squeaked as he rolled farther away from her, rising to face the wall as he stretched his hamstrings. “A little.”
Liar. Every move he made screamed she was driving him crazy. She’d been the center of focused attention before, his and other men’s. She knew when someone was checking her out, and the tingle inside was no less inspiring than it had been years ago.
“I’m impressed with what David has done to the place. You ever stop in and help with the classes anymore?”
This time he turned to face her, and the heat in his eyes was enough to send a streak of fire through her core. Oh God, she was going to melt right there on the crash mat. She debated squeezing her legs together to ease a little of the throbbing in her clit, but that would be as obvious as rubbing a hand over herself.
He cleared his throat and glanced away. “I’m usually too busy to come and deal with the students. I’ve got my team in place—don’t need anyone new right now.”
The steam building between them was borderline tangible. Touchable, boiling-point hot, making her needy and aching all at the same time. The weariness in her limbs had been replaced by another sensation altogether, and if she wasn’t careful, she’d be jumping him right here and now.
She took pity on him, and herself, and rocked to a sitting position. His stare remained locked on a spot a few feet from her body, and she had to assume it was so he’d stop stripping her in his mind.
Too bad.
Good lord, she was pathetic. This wasn’t the way to make an impression. Not to mention she would be working for his brother—this wasn’t the time to do anything stupid. She had to slow down, at least a little.
She casually pulled on her jacket and switched positions to a less provocative stance, even as she continued stretching. “Tell me about your team. You said you have six on the squad?”
Marcus nodded. “Pilot, winch man, paramedic, and the rest on ropes or whatever else it takes to get to the emergency. I work the call centre, or there’s a trained EMT who assists. Couple of them are water experts, with scuba skills and such, but we don’t get many of those calls—it’s mainly winter avalanche or rock disasters outside the Forestry and RCMP abilities.”
She would have died to get onto a team like that out of school. “Incredible. Where were you when I was first looking for work?”
He hesitated. “Probably getting in trouble overseas.”
Shit. A wash of sympathy and dismay struck. How stupid of her to not have realized. “Oh, Marcus, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
He gave her a wry grin. “Forget it. It was a joke, but obviously a poor one. You would have enjoyed the first team I assembled—you would have been the only woman.”
She followed his lead and ignored her blunder, partly because she was shocked at his admission. “You don’t hire women? I’m surprised.”
He shrugged. “I hire the best. That year, none of the successful candidates were female. There’s been a little turnover, and now I’ve got two ladies on the squad. You’ll like my lead rope hand—she’s as cocky on the wall as you were.”
Their eyes locked again—and memories of how her brash attitude had brought them together for the brief fling surged up like some pornographic lust track.
His dark head between her legs, tongue doing indescribably wonderful things. She buried her fingers in his hair and tugged until he was in the perfect position. Tension building, her limbs shaking . . .
Becki tore her gaze away and contemplated upending her water bottle over her head. Sweet lord, it was hotter in the gym than she remembered. She scrambled for something to say. Anything, now desperate to switch her mental track to safer topics. What had they been talking about?
The team. His team. Right.
“Your squad is based here in Banff?—Hang on, I have heard of you.” There’d been a news article she’d read in the past couple of months. “Didn’t you recently win some kind of award?”
A long, weary sigh escaped him.
Not the reaction she’d expected. She lifted a brow.
He nodded. “Sort of. Media attention’s been a pain in the ass.”
Becki snorted. “Actually, I know a little about that. Getting lots of notice for doing my job? No thanks. Dodging newshounds got really old, really fast.”
Evading the reporters who’d incessantly hounded her for information regarding her rescue of the girls had been bad enough. Worse were the horrid, unanswerable demands for more details of what happened to Dane. A shiver went over her skin, and suddenly she felt a little dirty for flirting with Marcus. It had been barely eight months since her lover died. Why was she acting like a groupie with a feverish crush?
Because you’re not the one who died, her mind taunted.
She scrambled to her feet and covered her unease with a long drink from her water bottle. She lowered it to find Marcus focused on her.
“And that brings me back to you. David said you’re joining his teaching pool—starting the summer semester.”
“June fourth is my first class.”
He was still staring, but now there was a calculated twist to his expression. “I’m running my crew through boot camp for the next three weeks. Need a rope trainer. David says you’re the best. You interested in a temporary job?”
Already? Teaching was what she’d come here to do, but she thought she’d have a couple of weeks to brace up her defenses before actually beginning. “David thinks I’m the best—that’s good to hear. What’s your opinion?”
“I haven’t seen you climb in a long time, but you always had the potential.”