Hot Velocity

“Was he as abusive the entire time you two were married?”

Sierra glanced to the far corner of the room, her brows wrinkled. “He’s always been demanding. I thought he’d mellow as we grew older together, but he didn’t. Then he lost his job as a truck driver due to an accident a couple years ago. He was home all the time and I went to work. That’s when he got mean.”

“Children?”

She shook her head, her shoulders sinking a degree. “No. No children.”

“By choice, or luck of the draw?”

“It just didn’t happen. If I could, I’d have a dozen children.”

“Do you come from a big family?”

She shook her head. “No. My parents died when I was six. I was raised in the foster care system.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She smiled. “My foster parents were very good to me.”

“Were?”

She sighed. “They passed away within months of each other five years ago. I miss them.”

“No siblings?” he asked.

She shook her head. “You?”

T-Rex nodded. “I have a sister in Texas. She’s married with three little boys.”

Sierra looked at him with a smile. “They must love their Uncle T-Rex.”

“I doubt it.” He shrugged. “I don’t see them often enough.” Hell, he hadn’t seen them since they were all in diapers. He made a mental note to visit his sister.

“Parents?”

“Retired and traveling around the country in a motor home.” He shook his head. “They sold the home and ranch we grew up on and bought a motor coach. They never spend more than four months in any one place. Their goal is to explore every national park in the United States before they die. And a few dozen state parks.”

Sierra leaned her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her palm. “Wow, sounds like a wonderful way to spend your retirement.” A long strand of her blond hair fell forward over her cheek.

Without thinking, T-Rex reached across the table and tucked it behind her ear. He brushed his knuckles across her cheek, that same electric current sending shock waves through his system. He snatched back his hand. “Why do you stay here?”

She shrugged. “I love this town and most of the people in it. Minus one ex-husband. It’s a great place to live and raise a family.”

“But you aren’t married and, from what you’ve just told me, you don’t have family here.”

She shrugged. “I’d love to travel, but I never considered doing it alone.” Her lips twisted. “I’d want to share my adventures with someone else. I couldn’t see myself standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon and having no one to share my appreciation for what I’d be seeing.” Sierra laughed. “Sounds dumb, but that’s how I feel. Besides, I was married from the time I left college until just a few months ago. We didn’t have the money to travel. We barely had enough to pay the rent. So, there you have it. That’s my pathetic life in a nutshell. The best part about it is working with the children. I love those kids.”

“And they all love you.”

“The little traitors were quick to switch their loyalties when you came through the door.” She winked at him. “Why don’t you have children?” Her eyes widened suddenly. “Wow, I don’t even know if you’re married.” She pressed her hand to her lips.

He shook his head. “I’m not, and I don’t have any children.” Leaning toward her, he said in a low voice for only her ears, “Besides, I wouldn’t have kissed you if I had a wife. Call me old-fashioned, but I believe you only kiss the one you’re committed to.”

Sierra sank back against her seat. “Whew. You never know. I’ve been out of the dating scene for a long time. Heck, I don’t think I’ve ever been in it. I married my high school sweetheart two years into college.”

“What did you major in?” he asked.

“I would have majored in elementary education, but I didn’t get to finish.” She rubbed the third finger on her left hand.

“Why?”

“Clay thought college was a waste of time. He dropped out and got a job as a truck driver and we got married. When it came time for fall semester to start, he wouldn’t let me go back. He said it cost too much, and what did I need a college education for anyway? He made enough money driving a truck to support us.”

“And he lost his license.”

She nodded. “Over a year ago.”

“Seven years and no children. That from a woman who loves kids.” He raised his brows.

“I wanted them.” She shrugged and looked away. “They never seemed to happen. Can we talk about something else?”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“It’s okay. It was a sore subject in our marriage, and it still hurts.”

“Then let’s talk about what to order.” He popped open a menu and perused the items he had yet to try. Soon, the waitress delivered a bison burger for him and a Southwestern chicken salad for Sierra. They spent the rest of the meal talking about the upcoming football season and who they thought would play in the bowl games.

When he’d finished the burger and fries, he ordered another beer and sat back. “I’m surprised you know your college football teams.”

She sipped from her wineglass and raised her brows. “Why? Because I’m a girl?”

“No,” he hedged. “Because you’re a woman. I thought most women disliked sports.”

“That’s a sexist remark.”

“Guilty.”

“My foster mother and father were huge football fans. We spent many weekends watching the games and yelling until our throats were raw.” She smiled, her face softening. “I miss that.”

“Was your ex a fan?”

She shook her head. “He liked hockey. Don’t get me wrong. I love watching a good hockey game, too. But I missed watching football.”

“He wouldn’t let you watch football?”

“No.”

“Jerk,” T-Rex muttered just loud enough for her to hear.