Eye Of The Storm - DK3 (46 page)

Andrew looked up from his instruments and grinned rakishly at her.

“Very smooth, kumquat. Fell for it, did she?”

“Hhhhook, line and ssssinker.” Kerry did a little gopher dance, then showed him the pad. “See?”

Andrew glanced at the picture. “Wall, spin my tail and call me spooky. Wouldja look at that?” He tilted the small instrument light towards the pad and examined the fish. His eyebrows jerked, then knit.

“Cec say anything?”

“She said it was a good sketch,” Kerry replied. “And that it wasn’t a parrotfish.” She poked Andy in the ribs. “Did I do good?”

He ruffled her hair affectionately. “Hell, yes. C’mere, since you like this so damn much.” He gave her an awkward hug and a pat on the back.

“Wanna help me steer this thing?”

“Sure.” Kerry peered into the pitch darkness. “Is that the buoy?

Yeah. Hey, I always wanted to do something…”

“What?”

“This.” Kerry shoved both the throttles forward and the bow lifted as the wind suddenly screamed past her. “Oh yeah.”

“Son of a…”

KERRY TRUDGED INTO the living room, her Tweety Bird shirt draped over one shoulder and a bottle of aloe lotion in one hand, meeting Dar coming out of her office, followed by Chino. “Hey. Can I beg a favor?”

Dar observed the nearly naked woman with two hiked brows.

“Beg?” she murmured, eyes going a little round.

“Tch.” Kerry butted her head against one of her friend’s shoulders.

“Slather me, please?” She held out the bottle. “I feel like I’m being compressed in saran wrap.”

Dar took the aloe and squeezed some out, then delicately turned her subject around and spread it. “So. Did you win the bet?” she asked casually, tracing a damp, green line over the pink area across the back of Kerry’s neck.

“What bet?” Kerry murmured.

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“The fish,” Dar drawled, her breath brushing against sensitive skin.

“What fi—? Oh.” Kerry turned her head and peeked. “Um…”

“You,” Dar licked her ear, “are such a little meddler.”

The blonde woman assumed a contrite look. “Are you mad at me?”

Dar let her stew for a few minutes, while she finished her spreading, feeling the shoulders under her fingers shift and straighten. “I should be.

You caught me so off guard with that. Not a really pleasant feeling.” She turned Kerry around to face her and started on the sunburned skin there, aware of the grave eyes searching her face.

“You’d have been too self-conscious otherwise,” Kerry almost whispered. “I just wanted her to see you have part of her in you.”

Dar didn’t answer, her face shifting in thought.

“I-I haven’t known either of you that long but, I sort of sat down and thought about it.” Kerry’s nervousness came out in a torrent of words.

“And what it seems to me is that you and your dad are so close. You look so much alike, and all that stuff, I thought maybe you… I mean, I thought if your mother could see there is this bit...I—” Kerry had to stop because Dar kissed her. When they parted, Kerry let out a tiny sigh. “I have this ‘solve everyone else’s problems’ gene that just kicks in sometimes.” She shrugged. “Besides, I like your mom.”

Dar leaned her forehead against her partner’s. “I noticed you two seemed to get along,” she murmured. “Listen, Kerry. My mother and I have thirty years of whitewater rapids behind us.” She kissed the sunburned skin lightly. “And there are some things that just can’t be fixed.”

Kerry looked at her sadly.

“At least not right away,” Dar hastily amended. “Though,” her brows knitted, “there does seem to be a hell of a lot less we disagree on now.” She sighed. “Either she’s mellowed out a lot or…”

“You’ve grown up,” Kerry finished softly.

“Mmm,” the dark haired woman acknowledged. “Maybe a little of both.” She took Kerry’s T-shirt, bunched up the fabric, put it over her head and settled it over her now aloe’d body carefully. “That was, by the way, an impressively sneaky move, though.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Kerry essayed a tentative smile. “You’re so hard to do that to. I was really kind of surprised it worked.” She rubbed her fingers against Dar’s bare skin, between her cutoff shirt and her soft cotton shorts. “Did your mom say anything after I left?”

“No.” Dar thoughtfully paused. “But she was thinking.”

“Thought so.” Kerry exhaled in satisfaction. “She snitched the sketch pad before she left.” One green eye winked and she patted Dar on the side, before she edged around her and headed for the kitchen.

Dar looked after her and shook her head, acknowledging her partner’s pugnacious stubborn streak. Then she followed along, retrieved a glass from the cupboard and squirted some chocolate syrup into it. “Want some?”

“Nu uh.” Kerry was busy at the counter, filling a handled mug with some vanilla ice cream, then adding root beer to it. “To each their own 252
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poison.” She poked at the ice cream with a spoon, making the soda fizzle up. “Whew. I gotta tell you, Dar, your parents wore me out, though.” She hooked her arm in the dark haired woman’s and tugged her to the living room, where they settled on the couch and put their socked feet up on the coffee table. “I hope I’ve got that kind of energy to spare when I get a little older.”

“You and me both,” Dar agreed. “They’re something else.” She observed the foamy moustache gracing Kerry’s mouth and decided to remove it. “Mmm.” She licked a surprised lower lip. “Maybe I should try one of those.”

“Try one of what?” Kerry had set down her glass, half turned, squirmed up Dar’s body and attempted to retrieve some of her chocolate milk the hard way. “Hmm. Ooo, I like that. Yeah. And I—Jesus! Dar!”

Kerry yelped, almost levitating off her lover’s lap. “Your hands are
cold
.”

“Nu uh.” Dar moved her touch. “Your skin is hot. Sorry, forgot the sunburn.” She slid her fingers lower. “Better?”

“Oh. Yeah. Much better.” She relaxed again, nuzzling the side of Dar’s neck. “Thank goodness for bathing suits.”

“Definitely.” Dar chuckled, as she slid the cotton T-shirt up and found a tasty navel to nibble, feeling a nice shiver down her back as Kerry leaned over and tasted the top of her spine. The scent of aloe, warm skin, and a hint of coconut oil flowed around her, along with the faint rasp as Kerry’s breathing deepened. Her teeth tugged playfully on the elastic of the clean cotton underwear she had on and the blonde woman’s body shifted towards her, obeying the pull with subtle eagerness.

The day’s fatigue dropped away as she circled the lean waist with her grip and guided Kerry backwards, easing her gently down onto the couch and starting her assault in earnest.

The cold of the leather against her sunburned back momentarily distracted her, but in bare moments, tickling touches and skillful nibbles made her lose track of insignificant details like stinging skin. Her fingers slipped through Dar’s hair and caressed the edges of her ears, then wandered further to the sloping muscles on either side of her neck that shifted as she touched them. She felt short of breath and tried to inhale more deeply, but the tension coiling up from her guts kept her body tensed and shifting and wanting more.

A low purring growl came from within Dar, sending a powerful jolt right to her groin, and she abandoned herself utterly to the pure, animal joy of it.

“KNOW SOMETHING, ANDY?”

“Mmm?” The blue eyes were closed.

“I’ve come to the sad realization that I’m an old fart.”

One eyeball appeared. “Yeap.” He yawned. “Them kids got too much spunk.”

Ceci had discovered a swinging chaise in the screened in area on one
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side of the cottage and they were nestled together on that, rocking slowly under the lazily moving wicker fan. “Felt good to get back under the water again, though.”

Her husband didn’t answer for a minute, then he sniffed and cleared his throat. “Aches less under thar,” he admitted. “Got a lot of hurt in these damn bones.” Too many years and too many injuries, and here, at last, was the one person in the world he’d ever admit that to. At least now, though, it was mostly only bodily hurt, a hell of a lot easier to live with.

Hardly no matter, really.

“I’ve got some herbal rub,” Ceci offered. “Can I treat you to a massage?”

“Five dollar word for back rub?” He returned a hesitant tease.

“Not really. ’Cause I was going to go way past just your back,” she responded wryly, feeling the silent movement as he laughed. “Hey, Andy?”

“Yeap?”

“You know, you’re going to think I’m crazy, but I’ve been thinking all day about how nice it was on that boat.”

“Rally,” came the low drawl.

“Really. Everything was handy and it was just so cute in there.”

“Uh huh.”

“What do you think about getting one of those, instead of a house?”

Long, peaceful moments of dead silence followed.

“You mean to tell me, you want to live on a damn boat?” Andrew finally spluttered. “Thirty some years you ain’t wanted nothin’ but fer me to get off the damn things and now you wanna get on board one?”

Ceci bit her lip, acknowledging the paradox. “Well, yes, actually.”

“Son of a biscuit.”

“C’mon, Andy. You know you’ve always wanted one. We could even get you one of those little captain’s hats.”

“Like hell.”

“A blue blazer?”

“Ah have no idea where I can even get me one of these things, woman. Not like you can pick one up in K-mart.” The idea had stuck itself to him, though.

“What. A blazer? Sure you could, honey,” Ceci assured him, then laughed. “I bet someone on this island knows where to get them. C’mon, maybe they can make it special for us. You can tell them how you want it.” She paused. “The boat, I mean. Not the jacket.”

Fingers drummed on a cotton covered thigh. “Less you like gray bulkheads, Mrs. Roberts, you better be the decorator in this here crew.”

“Does that mean yes?”

“You are serious?” he asked, honestly curious.

Ceci nestled against his shoulder and nodded. “Yes, I am,” she answered quietly. “We can lease a slip over at South Beach Marina.

They’ve got a nice area there and it’s close by.”

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“Got it all figgered out, huh?”

“We can take off and go out to the Bahamas if we want. Dive the reefs there,” his wife pointed out. “Or go down to Key West. Watch a few sunsets.” The colors appealed to her. “I’ve been thinking about doing a set of naturescapes. Maybe I’ll do an underwater.”

“No more rock scenes?” Andy asked, stroking the silvered gold hair gently, thinking of the last one he’d seen, up in that little gallery that everyone’d like so much.

Waiting on the Edge of the Sea
, she’d called it. A seabreak of gray slate, surrounded by sullen gray and foam seas, against a stormy sky, with a lone figure standing in the wind.

Alone.

“No. My ship’s in port.” A faint smile. “If I painted that today, there would be a break in the clouds, and the sun would be lighting up everything in sight.” Ceci exhaled in wonder. “What a difference a week makes.”

Yeah.
“Wonder how big they make the engines for them things?”

Ceci looked up at him.
Uh oh.

Forgot about the boy and his toys.
“Um, honey?”

“Heh, heh. Yeah?”

“Don’t forget the seatbelts in the head.”

THE PHONE BUZZED. “Dar?”

The voice almost made her jump, so intently had she been concentrating on the network layout on her screen. “Yes?”

“I have Mr. Alastair on line
uno
.”

Shit.
Dar glanced at her watch.
Bastard works fast.
“Go ahead.” She listened for the click. “Morning, Alastair.”

“Morning, Dar.” Her boss sounded upset. “I’d catch you on the vid phone, but I’m on the way into the office.”

“Really? How’s the weather there in Houston?” Dar morbidly tried to delay the inevitable. “It’s raining here.”

“Nice.” Alastair sighed. “I guess you know why I’m calling.”

She toyed with the notion of denying it. “I’ve got a good idea, sure.”

She put a bit of disgust into her tone. “David Asshole got home and decided to go ahead with his lawsuit.”

Alastair was silent for a moment. “I got a voice mail from him.

You’re about right, Dar. He’s filing suit against you, personally, today for a list of things, most of which I’d just laugh at, but the last thing on the list is the fact that you made decisions intended to bring you personal profit.”

“Yeah? Like what?” Dar clicked on a router and checked its configuration. “Point of fact, Alastair, since I’m a stockholder just about every decision I make is calculated to make me and all the other stockholders personal profit.”

“Meaning, you hired Kerry because you two are lovers.”

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“I hired Kerry before we were lovers,” Dar replied. “I hired Kerry before we were even friends.”

“You broke company rules.”

“Not then, I didn’t.”

“Sure you did, Dar. You hired her without benefit of the interview process and bypassed twenty other more qualified candidates.”

Dar was quiet for a few heartbeats. “She was qualified.”

“I’m not disputing that, I didn’t then and I don’t now, Dar, especially since she’s turned in a sterling performance the last six months. Kerry is a good employee, a great manager, and a very good choice for the position she’s in.”

“But?”

Alastair sighed. “But the point is, you did break the rules then.”

“And?”

“And the board came down on my ass like a ton of bricks after they had a session with your personnel file.”

“When was this?” Dar’s whole body tensed, but she kept her tone light. “Don’t tell me they worked over the weekend.”

“Yesterday.”

“What’s their beef? Since when do they care who sleeps with who, Alastair? You know Harby is having a public affair with that country western singer and Allan Jacobs got busted last month for soliciting underage sex on the Internet.”

Alastair sighed audibly. “Their beef is, Ankow wants to make this a very public trial, exposing what happens when you let ‘one of those people’ be in the kind of position you are.”