Always Valentine's Day

Larkin gave him an amused look. “Your mastery of the situation is obvious.”

“I was afraid of that.” He scrubbed at his hair ruefully. “It’s harder than it looks, you know. Especially when they run in packs.”

“Family vacation?”

He nodded. “It sounded like a good idea at the time.”

“It always does.” She walked over to the rail. “I take it you don’t have experience with kids?”

“Nope. Bachelor uncle. Or, I don’t know, first cousin twice removed? They’re my cousins’ kids, whatever that makes me.”

“Uncle Soft Touch?” she suggested.

“Not if I can help it.” He came to a stop beside her.

“Of course not. I don’t know what I was thinking,” she said sweetly as she leaned on the varnished wood.

“The trick is to break their spirits while they’re young.”

The corner of her mouth twitched. “And I can see how good you are at it. Shouldn’t you be getting back inside? Their parents must be desperate without you.”

His glance at the doors was a little hunted. “I’m sure they won’t miss me. I’ll just soak up a little more sun.”

“You’re aware it’s fifty-eight degrees and cloudy, right?”

“I’m an eternal optimist.”

This time she grinned outright. “So how many of them are you up against?”

“Five. All under the age of seven. If you see me in a bar later mainlining Shirley Temples, you’ll know I cracked.”

“I’ll be sure to send over some peanuts.”

Gulls circled over the whitecap-dotted water. Christo pher wore only khakis and a deep blue flannel shirt against the fresh breeze that sent the pennants over their heads snapping, but he seemed not to mind it.

“Do you work outside?”

He blinked. “Why do you ask?”

“You don’t seem to mind the cold.”

His teeth gleamed. “I run a farm in Vermont. This is balmy.”

“Vermont,” she said. “Maple syrup.”

“You’ll warm my cousin Jacob’s heart. He and my aunt have a sugar bush. They make maple syrup,” Christopher elaborated at her uncomprehending look.

“Seriously?”

“Well, someone’s got to. Or are you one of those people who thinks that food comes from the grocery store?”

“Of course not. Everybody knows it comes from restaurant kitchens.”

It was his turn to grin. “You take some keeping up with, Larkin Hayes.”

“Get your running shoes handy. So what do you farm?”

“These days mostly bills.”

“Not much money in that,” she observed.

“There is for my creditors. For me, it’s a miracle cure for being rich. Anyway, what about you? What’s your story?”

Improbable, at best. “Not nearly as colorful as yours. I’m traveling with my father. It’s his birthday.”

“Figured it would be nice to celebrate?”

“Yes.” And even nicer if Carter actually made it onto the ship.

“So where is he?”

“Oh, around,” she said vaguely.

“Had to take a breather already? We haven’t even sailed.”

Larkin gave him a sharp look. “He’s not here yet. He got delayed. We were coming from different cities.” Different continents, actually, but the less said about that the better. She pushed away from the rail to walk.

Christopher ambled alongside her. “So what was your city?”

“L.A.”

“Yeah? You an actress?”

She laughed. “Why would you ask that?”

Humor glimmered in his eyes. “Because you’re not big enough to be on American Gladiators.”

“It’s not the size, it’s the viciousness. I’ve got tricks up my sleeve that would turn your hair white.”

“In that case, could you show me a few so I can defend myself against my nieces and nephews?”

She gave him a sly look. “I only use my powers for good.”

“Oh, come on, I need all the help I can get.”

“Sorry, Gladiators’ code.”

He shook his head sadly. “You didn’t look like a cruel woman when I picked you off the deck.”