After Midnight

Why should that shock her? She shifted a little and averted her eyes to the beach. She wasn’t shopping for a lover, either. Not with her past. So wasn’t it just as well that he didn’t want one?

“That suits me,” she replied absently. “I don’t care for purely physical relationships. I wouldn’t mind a friend, though,” she added suddenly, her green eyes linking with his as she smiled. “I have very few of those.”

“I doubt if anyone can boast more than one true friend,” he said cynically. “Okay. Friends it is.”

“And no funny stuff on the sailboat,” she said, returning to her former mood with mercurial rapidity. “You can’t lash me to the mast and ravish me, or strip me naked and use me to troll for sharks. You have to promise.”

He grinned. “Fair enough.”

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I don’t think we can avoid it,” he agreed. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”

That evening, sitting alone on the deck, her conscience nagged at her. It didn’t help that Clayton telephoned to tell her about the progress he was making.

“I’ve won over a new ally,” he told her, and mentioned the congressman’s name. “How’s that for a day’s work?!”

“Great!” she said, laughing. “Uh, how’s the owl controversy?”

“It’s a real hoot,” he muttered. “Derrie and I aren’t speaking because of it. Here I am a conservation candidate, voting against a little owl and a bunch of old trees just because it will mean new jobs and economic prosperity. She thinks I’m a lunatic.”

“Was the moon full?”

“Cut it out. You’re my sister. Blood is thicker than water.”

“Probably it is, but what does that have to do with anything?”

He scowled. “I can’t think of a single thing. How are you? Getting some rest?”

“Enough.” She hesitated. “I…met someone.”

“Someone? A man? A real, honest to God man?”

“He looks like one. He’s taking me sailing.”

“Nikki, I’m delighted! Who is he?”

She crossed her fingers on her lap. “Just an ordinary man,” she lied. “He’s into…cars.”

“Oh. A mechanic? Well, there’s nothing wrong with being a mechanic, I guess. Can he sail well enough not to drown you?”

“I think he could do anything he set his mind to,” she murmured dreamily.

“Is this really you?” he teased. “You were off men for life, the last time we spoke.”

“Oh, I am,” she agreed readily. “It’s just that this one is so different.” She added, “I haven’t ever met anyone quite like him.”

“Is he a ladies’ man?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps.”

“Nikki,” he began, hesitating. She’d had a rough experience at an early age. She was vulnerable. “Listen, suppose I come up for a few days?”

“No!” She cleared her throat and lowered her voice. “I mean, there’s no need to do that.”

“You’re worrying me,” he said.

“You can’t protect me from the world, you know. I have to stand on my own two feet sometime.”

“I guess you do,” he said, sounding resigned and not too happy. “Okay, sis. Have it your way. But I’m as close as the telephone if you need me. Will you remember that?”

“You can bet on it.”

“Then I’ll speak to you soon.”

When he hung up, Nikki let out the breath she’d been holding. That was all she needed now, to have Clayton come wandering up to the house and run head-on into his worst enemy. Things were getting complicated and she was certain that she needed to cut off the impossible relationship before it began. But she couldn’t quite manage it. Already, Kane had gotten close to her heart. She hoped that it wouldn’t break completely in the end.

She wondered how Kane was going to keep her in the dark about his wealth. If he took her sailing in a yacht, even a moron would notice that it meant he had money.

The next day he solved the problem adroitly by mentioning that he couldn’t rent the sailboat he’d planned to take her out in, so they were going riding in a motorboat instead. It was a very nice motorboat, but nothing like the yacht he usually took onto the ocean.

Nikki smiled to herself and accepted the change of conveyance without noticeable effect.

“I know I said I’d take you out on a sailboat,” he explained as he helped her into the boat, “but they’re not very safe in high winds. It’s pretty windy today.”

It was, but she hardly thought a yacht would be very much affected. On the other hand, it wouldn’t do for her “ordinary” houseguest to turn up in a million-dollar-plus sailing ship, and he must have realized that.

“Oh, I like motorboats,” she said honestly, her eyes lighting up with excitement as Kane eased into the driver’s seat and turned the key. The motor started right up and ran like a purring cat.

He glanced at her with a wry smile. “Are you a good sailor?”

“I guess we’ll find out together,” she returned.

He chuckled and pulled away from the pier.

The boat had a smooth glide on the water’s surface, and the engine wasn’t overly loud. Nikki put up a hand to her windblown hair, laughing as the faint spray of water teased her nose.

“Aren’t you ever gloomy?” he asked with genuine curiosity.

“Oh, why bother being pessimistic?” she replied. “Life is so short. It’s a crime to waste it, when every day is like Christmas, bringing something new.”

She loved life. He’d forgotten how. His dark eyes turned toward the distant horizon and he tried not to think about how short life really was, or how tragically he’d learned the lesson.

“Where are we going?” Nikki asked.

“No place in particular,” he said. He glanced at her with faint amusement. “Unless,” he added, “you like to fish.”

“I don’t mind it. But you hate it!” she laughed.