The Darkest Danger (Shattered Series Book 2) (19 page)

     “I haven’t thanked you yet for helping Meghan with her riding lessons,” Jarrod murmured, staring down at her. “She has always enjoyed spending time with you.”

     “And I love spending time with her. I’ve missed her,” she confessed. “We’re doing everything that we can to make up for lost time.”

     “You’re good for her---you always have been. I know that I’ve said it before, but thank you for letting her tag along---”

     “I’m not ‘letting her tag along’,” she interrupted gently. “She’s there because I want her to be. I love Meghan more than anything and I love being with her.”

    
And the same goes for you, too
, she longed to say, but was afraid to voice it.

     “Are you going in for the night?” he asked, breaking into her thoughts.

     “N-no,” she stammered, and her startled gaze flew to his. “I was just going to read for a bit. Why?”

     “I was about to have a night cap. With the exception of this evening, the day has been long, tedious, and boring, and my only company has been a desk full of ledgers and notices.” He paused. “How about a night cap and late swim? I’ll do my best not to bore you with mundane details of my work day.”

     “I’m more than sure that I wouldn’t be bored. Believe or not, I’ve always found what you do to be quite interesting.”

     “So, I’m assuming that’s your roundabout way of saying yes?” he asked, quirking a brow, and amusement played across his handsome features.

     She blushed. “Yes.”

     “Meet me at the pool side in half an hour. There’s a proposal that I need to look over before next week’s meeting.”

     A breathless moment later, she was standing alongside the bed, fretting over the pile of bathing suits heaped on the bed. “What about this one?” she mulled aloud, yanking the royal blue one-piece from the bed before holding it against her body. She rushed to the floor length mirror, and after catching a glance at her image, she released a frustrated groan. “Just great---I’d be nothing more than an overstuffed pig in this!”

     Dropping the one-piece to the floor, she scurried back to the bed. For minutes, she repeated the same ritual of choosing and then disposing of the swimsuits.

     “If this one doesn’t cut it, I’m giving up,” she murmured, chewing her bottom lip, and eyed the only remaining thing on the bed.

      Designed eloquently with sheer fabric, the flimsy wrap was thigh-length and a beautiful shade of red. The coordinating bikini was halter-styled and plunged daringly in the front while the bottom was string-tied on each thigh.

     She blushed.

     In all, it was daring, sexy, and blatantly provocative.

     All the necessary ingredients to stir his manly senses---

     A moment later, she faced her scantily clad form in the mirror, and once more, a blush stained her features.      The delicate piece flattered her shapely figure, molding along ever inch of her feminine curves, and against her tanned skin, the red hue meshed perfectly. Through the flimsy wrap the bikini peeked through, and her long dark tresses tumbled to her shoulders. As she returned her reflection’s stare, she felt like a dangerous, wanton woman.

     “What am I getting myself into?” she whispered, staring in the mirror. “After everything that’s happened, why do I still want to be with him?”

     You know why, her mind whispered.

     You love him desperately
.

     While those questions plagued her, she was still certain of her decision, she realized, descending the stairs, even though resuming an emotional and intimate relationship with him would be destructive to her fragile heart.

      But, it was worth the risk, she decided, hovering nervously in the shadows, watching as he crossed the deck and made way for the bar standing alongside the swimming pool.

     
He was her everything
.

      Her elation and fear…

      Both despair and hope…

      Perfection and imperfection…

      For weren’t those all the spirits that embodied the entity called love, those that could never be packaged in a perfect and neatly tied box?

      No, real love, she mulled, taking in a shaky breath, was wild, untamable, unpredictable, spellbinding, and gut-wrenching. In the end, it was worth fighting for.

     And he’d definitely dressed to annihilate her resolve, and even from a rear side view, he exuded pure masculine magnificence.

     She slid an appreciative gaze over him.

     His light brown skin was sun-kissed, deeply tanned. The white board shorts rode low on his hips and were the perfect contrast against his skin.

    
There wasn’t a man alive more perfectly built
.

     As he snagged a bottle of alcohol and two goblets, she finally found the courage to move. Leaving the safety of the shadows, she crossed the deck, and when she was almost upon him, she spoke. “Hi,” she said shyly, halting a few steps away from him. “Sorry that I’m late.”

      “Don’t worry. There won’t be any punishment for your tardiness,” he quipped lightly, pouring the alcohol into the matching goblets, and the humor played in his voice. Rubbing his hands together, he whirled around to face her. “Hope you don’t mind that I’ve taken the liberty---”

     His words died upon seeing her.

     Suddenly, she felt exposed.

     But, it was in the way that she wanted, she realized, and her gaze clung to his.

     “You’ve taken the liberty to do what?” she asked softly, breaking the silence first. “Fixing the drinks?”

     “Uh, yeah,” Jarrod muttered, clearing his throat noisily, turning to retrieve the goblets from the bar counter. “I hope that white wine is to your taste.”

     Their hands brushed as he passed the glass, and at the contact, they both nearly lost their equilibrium.

     He inclined his head towards the bar stool. “You want to sit down?”

     She offered another shy smile. “I’d like that.”

     As she sat down, he took the seat on her left, and once again, the night was plagued with an uncomfortable silence.

     “Meghan’s really getting good at controlling the pony alone,” she said in a rushed breath, passing him a fast glance. “You’d be very proud of her.”

     His lips curved. “I don’t think Spotty-face knows what he’s in for. My daughter is a fantastic and unpredictable whirlwind.” He turned his intense gaze on her. “I’m not surprised that she’s doing so well, especially since she has such a great teacher.”

     “I don’t know if I’d say great,” she said with an embarrassed laugh, and drank a sip of wine. Over the rim of the glass, she watched as he drained the remnants of his drink. “Average would probably be a more apt description.”

     “I also owe you thanks for something else.”

     Her surprised met his. “Why?”

     “You don’t think that I’ve noticed this sudden change in Meghan’s attitude towards me?” he asked, turning on the stool until he faced her. “There has to be a reason for that, and that reason is you.”

     “Meghan and I---we’ve talked, and a lot of misunderstandings have been cleared up. I’m glad that it did because it was wrong for there to be so much discord between you. You and Meghan are a joy to watch. I’ve never witnessed such innocent and pure love as the one that the two of you share. It’s special---precious,” she admitted. “And I hate that you both were estranged because of what happened.” She placed the glass on the counter. “You know what? I don’t want to mar such a lovely evening with any discussion that even remotely relates to Matt.”

     “I concur,” Jarrod agreed readily, sliding from the bar stool, and held a hand out. “Come on. How about that late swim we we’re talking about?”

     She slipped her hand in his. “Sounds great.”

     When they reached the side of the pool, he released her, and she fought to hide her disappointment. Without any further hesitation, he dove into the water. As he went under, she quickly removed the wrap, allowing it to drop at her feet. But, still, she made no moves to go in herself.

     A few seconds later, Jarrod resurfaced with a loud splash before peering in her direction. “What are you waiting for? Come join me.”

     The water closed over her as she jumped in. When she broke through the surface at the end of the pool, he was suddenly beside her. At the sight of him, she fought to catch her breath.

     “You want to race?” he asked, flashing a devilish grin. “I’m interested to find out if you’ve gained any speed over these last months. If my memory serves me correctly, I’ve beat you in our swimming challenges on more than one occasion.”

     “That’s because you’ve always cheated me?” she scowled with a pout. “You never played fair!”

     “Don’t tell me that you’re too nervous to go against me,” he teased, making small waves as he spread his arms slowly apart in the water. “Here’s the deal. We’ll do one lap, and go from this end to the other. The first person that reaches the opposite end wins. Hell, if it makes you feel better, I’ll even give you a head---”

     Before he could even finish, she dunked his head in the water, and with a laugh, she was off.

     “You little cheat!” Jarrod sputtered, resurfacing with a deep chuckle. “But, we’ll see just who wins this round!”

     She heard the loud splashes behind her as he swam, but she was already halfway the pool, and suddenly, the childish giddiness filled her.

     The end of the pool veered in sight.

     But, just when she thought to claim victory, the strong arm snagged around her waist. They both went under at the same time, and even under water, they continued their play.

     Pushing against him playfully, she kicked free before swimming for the end again, and within seconds, she reached the pool wall. “Yes!” she squealed between breathless gasps, spinning around to face him, and then laughed at his scowl. “I won, I won, I won….”

     “It’s so wonderful to see such humility from you,” he said sarcastically, and then gave a wide grin. “Of course, you won, and why wouldn’t you, especially after all of those under-handed tactics. First, you tried to drown me---”

     “I did not try to drown you!” she said aghast, swatting at him playfully. “It’s not my fault that you can’t keep your big head above water.”

     “So, I have a big head now,” he teased, and the merriment showed on his face. “Don’t tell me that you’re stooping so low as to sling insults.” A challenge played in his eyes. “There’s only one way to settle this dispute. I demand a water duel.”

     “A water duel?” she frowned, eyeing him with suspicion.

     Breaking away from her, he swam to the far side and retrieved the long, red swimming pool noodles that floated along the edge. When he returned, he passed one of the noodles to her, and she accepted it with a sly grin.

     “Let’s go over a few ground rules, first,” he said, eyeing her with a speculative gleam. “Three points for every successful hit, and then with every missed jab, the opponents gains a free---”

     Giving a silly giggle, she whopped him aside the head and was rewarded with a manly pout.

     “Oops, sorry, it slipped. Now, what were you saying?” she asked, looking at him innocently. “Three points for---”

     The pool noodle connected with her head, and when it did, she shot him a warning glare.

     “Oops, it slipped,” he shrugged, giving her a teasing look. “Guess we’re both having a difficult time holding onto these damned things.”

     “This means revenge, Sabatino,” she warned, jabbing him with the noodle. “We’ll see who comes out on top in this!”

     Their banter and play continued for several long minutes. Then, exhausted, dripping wet, they both climbed from the pool, and their shared moods were still light.

     “I’ll grab the towels.”

     “Okay,” she said easily, squeezing the excess water from her hair, and watched as he jogged across the deck.

     “Here you are,” he muttered, returning to her, and passed a towel.

     “Thank you. I won most of our matches,” she chatted on, working to dry her wet tresses, and then smiled. “But, I’m certain that you’ll say otherwise.”

     “It’s obvious that I’m going to have to post poolside warnings about behavior, especially yours in particular. I think that I should erect a huge flashing sign that reads, ‘no cheaters allowed’. How does that sound?”

     “And you?” she giggled, poking him against the chest, and peered up at him. “What about your behavior? It obviously needs some adjustment.”

     “Unfortunately, I’ve always been a very naughty boy with no regards to rules,” he said smoothly, grasping her hand. “Maybe you’re up to the task of taming me.”

     Taming him, she mulled, losing all breath at the look in his eyes. Every wild, intriguing aspect of his nature, she selfishly wanted to absorb it.

     But, was there any possibility of taming their wild desire? For now, it brewed at the surface, threatening to rage out of control.