Page 51 of Musical Games
‘No persuading needed,’ Morag replied. ‘You can join Zoe as one of my honorary brood.’ She turned to Jamie. ‘Son, you still going to gymnastics tonight?’
There was a beat as his face went bright red. ‘Mum!’
‘What? It’s gymnastics night tonight. Isn’t it?’
Sam failed to hide her grin. ‘Gymnastics?’
‘Och yes, he’s been going for years now. Apparently he’s quite good. But he never lets me come to their show.’
Jamie was now staring at the ceiling.
‘A show?’
‘Aye, where they demonstrate all their skills.’
‘Oh, Jamie. I can’t believe you don’t let your own mother come and watch your gymnastics show.’
She could see a muscle twitching in his jaw.
‘Do you have a leotard?’ she continued. ‘Ribbons? A hoop and ball? Or do you use the rope and clubs?’
He sighed. ‘Do you know how strong male gymnasts have to be?’
Sam’s tummy did a salto-forward-tucked tumble with a half twist. ‘No?’ she replied innocently.
He lowered his eyes from the ceiling to hers. They were burning.
‘Strong,’ he replied, his tone laced with fire.
Her stomach added a salto-forward-piked turn for good measure.
She shrugged. ‘If you say so.’
Jamie looked her up and down, and suddenly she couldn’t breathe. It was like he’d stripped off all her clothes and was about to eat her alive.
‘I could show you.’ His voice appeared to have gone down several octaves.
‘Really, now?’ Her voice had gone the other way.
‘Outside.’ He strode out the back door.
Holy fucking shit.Could he be any hotter? The commanding tone in his voice had created such internal heat her pants had melted and her nipples were sparking.
Morag took off her pinny and bustled out of the kitchen. ‘Come on, Sam! Now, this Ihaveto see.’
Jamie was outside in the street, shaking out his shoulders, his jaw set with determination.
‘You don’t think gymnasts are strong?’
Sam shrugged, her heart hammering, one beat away from combustion.
‘Can you make your body tense?’ he continued.
Her mouth dropped open.Whaaaaaat?
‘Stiff?’ he asked. ‘Hard?’
‘Gah.’
