A Man for Amanda Page 9

“There, you see. ” Amanda gave Sloan a quick kiss on the cheek. “That wasn’t so bad. ”

He wasn’t quite ready to be placated. “He hung around for five hours. I don’t see why Coco had to invite him for dinner. ”

“Because he’s a charming, and single man. ” She laughed and slipped her arms around his neck. “Remember the tea leaves. ”

They stood at the seawall, inside an ornate pergola. Sloan decided it was as good a time as any to nibble on her neck. “What tea leaves?”

“The ones that. . . mmm. The ones that told Aunt Coco that there would be a man coming along who’d be important to us. ”

He switched to her ear. “I thought that was me. ”

“Maybe. ” She gave a surprised yip when he bit her. “Savage. ” “Sometimes the Cherokee in me takes over. ”

She leaned back to study his face. In the bleeding lights of sunset, his skin was almost copper, his eyes so dark a green they were nearly black. Yes, she could see both sides of his heritage, the Celtic and the Cherokee, both warriors, in those knife-edged cheekbones, the sculpted mouth, the wild reddish hair.

“I really don’t know anything about you. ” Yet it hadn’t been like making love to a stranger. When he had touched her, she’d known everything. “Just that you’re an architect from Oklahoma who went to Harvard. ”

“You know I like beer and long-legged women. ” “There’s that. ”

Because he could see it was important to her, he sat on the wall, his back to the sea. “Okay, Calhoun, what do you want to know?”

“I don’t want to interrogate you. ” The old nerves resurfaced, making it impossible for her to settle. “It’s just that you know everything about me, really. My family, my background, my ambitions. ”

Because he enjoyed watching her move, he took out a cigar, lighted it, then began to speak. “My great-great-grandfather left Ireland for the New World, and headed west to trap beaver. A genuine mountain man. He married a Cherokee woman, and hung around long enough to get three sons. One day he went off trapping and never came back. The sons started a trading post, did pretty well. One of them sent for a mail-order bride, a nice Irish girl. They had a passel of kids, including my grandfather. He was, and

is, a wily old devil who bought up land while it was cheap enough, then hung on until he could sell it at a profit. Keeping up family tradition, he married Irish, a redheaded spitfire who supposedly drove him crazy. He must have loved her a lot, because he named the first oil well after her. ”

Amanda, who had been charmed thus far, blinked. “Oil well?”

“He called it Maggie,” Sloan said with a grin as he blew out smoke. “She got such a kick out of it, he gave names to the rest of them, too. ”

“The rest of them,” Amanda said faintly.

“My father took over the company in the sixties, but the old man hasn’t stopped putting his two cents in. He’s still ticked that I didn’t go into the company, but I wanted to build, and I figured Sun Industries didn’t need me. ”

“Sun Industries?” She nearly choked. It was one of the biggest conglomerates in the country. “You – I had no idea that you had money. ”

“My family does, anyway. Problem?”

“No. I just wouldn’t want you to think that I. . . ” She trailed off helplessly.

“That you were after the family fortune?” He let out a hoot of laughter. “Honey, I know you were after my body. ”

He had the uncanny ability to make her want to swear and laugh at the same time. “You really are a conceited jerk. ”

He tossed the cigar aside before making a grab for her. “But you love me. ”

“Maybe I do. ” With pretended reluctance, she slipped her arms around him. “A little. ” On a laugh, she lifted her lips to his. His mouth started off teasing, then heated with demands. His hands were light, then impatient, until she was wrapped tight around him, pouring herself mindlessly into the kiss.

“How do you do that to me?” she murmured as he nipped at her moist, parted lips.

“Do what?”

“Make me want you until it hurts. ”

On an unsteady moan, he pressed his lips to her throat. “Let’s go inside. You can show me my room. ”

She tilted her head to give his busy mouth more freedom. “What room?”

“The room where we’ll pretend I’m going to sleep when I’m sleeping with you. ”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about making love with you until we both need oxygen. ” Because he knew he was on the point of dragging her down on the hard, cold tiles, he set her away from him. “And I’m talking about the fact that I’m staying here until the alarm system’s operational. ”

“But you don’t need – ”

“Oh, I need. ” He crushed his mouth to hers again to show her how much.

She waited for him, chiding herself for being as nervous as a new bride on her wedding night. Perhaps the waiting was more intense because she knew what they would bring to each other.

She slipped on a thin blue chemise, an impulsive extravagance that had been folded away for months. Unable to settle, she turned down the bed. There were candles she’d kept at the bedside and on the bureau for emergencies. But when she lighted them now, their glow was soft, romantic, and anything but practical. Suzanna had placed flowers in the room, as she always did. This time they were fragile lilies of the valley that added a haunting fragrance. Though there was no moonlight, she opened the terrace doors to let in the steady roar of the water on rocks.

Then he came to her, as she stood in the open doorway with the black night at her back.

The quick joke he’d meant to make melted from his mind. He could only stare, his hand growing damp on the knob, his heart bounding up to block his throat. To have her waiting for him, looking so desirable in the flicker of candlelight, to see that smile of welcome, was everything he’d ever wanted.

He wanted to be gentle with her, as he’d been so carefully gentle the night before. But when he crossed to her, the slow burn had already turned to fire. There was challenge instead of nerves in her eyes as she lifted her arms to take him in.

“I thought you’d never get here,” she said, and, led by her own needs, crushed her mouth to his.

How could there be gentleness when there was such heat? How could there be patience when there was such urgency? Her body was already vibrating – Lord, he could feel each wild beat – as it fit itself to his. The flimsy material of her chemise teased the bare flesh of his chest, daring him to rip it aside and plunder. Her scent had wrapped itself around his system, taunting with dark secrets, seducing with fevered promises.

In that moment he was so full of her, he couldn’t find himself.

Breathless, disoriented, he lifted his head. He knew his hands were big and could be rough if his heart didn’t guide them. He knew his needs were huge and could be ruthless if he didn’t retain control.

“Wait. ” He needed a moment to get back his breath and his sanity, but she was shaking her head.

“No. ” Her hands clutched in his hair, and she pulled him back to her.

She didn’t know when the recklessness had burst through her, but it held sway now, as she fell with him onto the bed. Aggressive and desperate, her hands streaked over him. No weakness this time. No submission. She wanted the power, the power of knowing she could make him careless, make him as mindless and vulnerable as he made her.

In a tangle of arms and legs they rolled over the bed. Each time he tried to pull back, she was there, her mouth greedy, her low, sultry laughter pounding in his blood.

Her busy fingers rushed to unsnap his jeans, then tugged the denim over his hips. His muscles jumped and quivered when she danced those fingertips across his stomach. He swore, snatching her hands before she could drag him over that last jagged edge.

Breath heaving, he stared down at her, her wrists trapped in his hand. Her eyes were like cobalt, glistening dark in the shifting light. He could hear, over his own ragged breaths, the steady ticking of the bedside clock.

Then she smiled, a slow, lazy smile full of knowledg
e. And he heard nothing but the roar of his own needs.

Hot with hunger, his mouth fused with hers. Reckless with passion, his hands sought and took. She answered, demand for demand, pleasure for pleasure. Control snapped – he could almost hear the chain break as he sated himself with her. This was liberation, a world without reason. Desperate to feel her, he tore the chemise aside. Her quick gasp of surprise only fueled the fires.

Tossed in the whirlwind, she gave herself over to the speed, surrendered herself to the fury. No thought. No question. Only hot, damp flesh, ravenous, searching lips, quick, greedy hands.

His eyes open, fixed on hers, he drove himself into her, letting the shock of pleasure fill them both. Then she was rising up to meet him so that they drove each other into the dark.

“Yes, Mr. Stenerson. ” Amanda hummed a tune in her head as her supervisor droned on. And on. Ten more minutes, and she was off duty. Even the upcoming seance didn’t dim her pleasure.

She would be with Sloan soon. Maybe there would be time for a walk before dinner.

“You don’t seem to have your mind on your work, Miss Calhoun. ”

That brought her back with a jolt of guilt. “You were concerned about Mr. and Mrs. Wicken’s complaint. ”

Glaring, he tapped his pencil on the desk. “I’m very concerned that one of our waiters spilled an entire tray of drinks in Mrs. Wicken’s lap. ”

“Yes, sir. I arranged to have her slacks cleaned, and for a complimentary dinner for them any evening during their stay. They were satisfied. ”

“And you’ve fired the waiter?” “No, sir. ”

His eyebrows rose up, wiggling like worms. “May I ask why not, when I specifically requested you do so?”

“Because Tim has been with us for three years, and could hardly be blamed for spilling the tray when the little Wicken boy stuck out his foot and tripped him. Several other waiters, and several of the guests saw it happen. ”

“Be that as it may, I gave you a specific order. ”

“Yes, sir. ” The cheerful little tune in her head became a throbbing headache. She’d meant to go over all of this with Stenerson before. “And after a closer review of the circumstances, I chose to handle it differently. ”

“Need I remind you who is in charge of this hotel, Miss Calhoun?”

“No, sir, but I would think after all the years I’ve worked at the BayWatch, you would trust my judgment. ” She took a deep breath, and a big risk. “If you don’t, it might be best if I turned in my resignation. ”

He blinked three times, then cleared his throat. “Don’t you feel that’s a bit rash?”

“No, sir. If you don’t feel I’m competent to make certain decisions, it undermines the system. ”

“It isn’t your competence, but your lack of experience. However,” he added, holding up a hand, “I’m sure you did what you felt was best in this case. ”

“Yes, sir. ”

By the time she left his office, her jaw was clenched. Amanda forced it to relax when William stopped her in the lobby.

“I just wanted to tell you again how much I enjoyed the tour of your home, and the wonderful meal. ” “It was our pleasure. ”

“I have the feeling if I asked you to dinner again, you would have a different reason than hotel policy for saying no. ”

“William, I – ”

“No, no. ” He patted her hand. “I understand. I’m disappointed, but I understand. I suppose Mr. O’Riley will attend the seance tonight?”

She laughed. “Whether he wants to or not. ”

“I really am sorry I’ll miss it. ” He gave her hand a final squeeze. “It’s at eight, did you say?”

“No, nine, sharp. Aunt Coco will have us all gathered around the dining table holding hands and sending out alpha waves or whatever. ”

“I hope you’ll let me know if you receive any messages from. . . the other side. ”

“It’s a deal. Good night. ”

“Good night. ” He glanced at his watch as she left. He had more than enough time to get ready.

“I thought I’d find you here. ” Amanda stepped into the large circular room the family called Bianca’s tower. Lilah was curled on the window seat, as she often was, looking out to the cliffs.

“Yeah, just me and fierce Fred. ” Coming out of a private dream, she ruffled the dozing dog’s fur. “We’re getting in tune for tonight’s seance. ”

“Spare me. ” Amanda plopped onto the seat beside her.

“Well, what’s wiped off that satisfied smile you had on your face this morning? Did you fight with Sloan?”

“No. ”

“Then it must be the dastardly Stenerson. ” At Amanda’s brief oath, Lilah grinned. “Right the second time. Why do you put up with him, Mandy? The man’s a weasel. ”

“Because I work for him. ” “So quit. ”

“Easy for you to say. ” She shot Lilah an impatient look. “We can’t all drift around from day to day like dreamy forest sprites. ” She cut herself off, letting out a disgusted breath. “Sorry. ”

Lilah only shrugged. “It sounds like you’ve got more needling you than Stenerson. ”

“He started it. He said I didn’t have my mind on my work, and he was right”

“So your mind was wandering. Big deal. ”

“It is a big deal. Damn it, I like my job, and I’m good at it. But I haven’t been concentrating, not on that or the necklace, or anything, since. . . ”

“Since the big gun swaggered in from the West. ” “It’s not funny. ”

“Sure it is. ” Lilah wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her chin on them. “So you lose a little concentration, misplace one of your lists or miss an appointment by five minutes. So what?”

“I’ll tell you so what. He’s changing me and I don’t know what to do about it. I have responsibilities, obligations. Damn it, I have goals. I have to think about tomorrow, and five years from tomorrow. ” The trouble was, when she did, she thought of Sloan. “What if he’s just a glitch? A wonderful, exciting glitch that throws off everything I’ve planned out? A few weeks from now, he finishes up here and heads back to Oklahoma, and my life’s a mess. ”

“What if he asks you to go with him?”

“That’s worse. ” Flustered, Amanda rose to wander in distracted circles. “What am I supposed to do?

Throw away everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve hoped for just because he says saddle up?”

“Would you?”

Amanda shut her eyes. “I’m afraid I would. ” “Then why don’t you talk to him?”

“I can’t. ” She sat again. “We haven’t talked about the future. I guess neither of us wants to think about it. It was just that today, I started thinking – ”

“You would get back to it. ”

“I started thinking,” Amanda repeated, “that a month ago I didn’t even know him. It’s crazy to start planning my life around someone I’ve only known such a short time. ”

“And you’ve always been the sensible one,” Lilah put in. “Well, yes. ”

“Then relax. ” For encouragement she patted Amanda’s shoulder. “When the time comes, you’re bound to do the sensible thing. ”

“I hope you’re right,” Amanda murmured, then forced herself to add a decisive nod. “Of course, you’re right I’m going to work in the storeroom until dinner. ”

“See you’re back on track already. ” Lilah chuckled to herself when Amanda strode out. “Come on, Fred. ” She nuzzled his nose. “Let’s go see if we can derail her. ”

Sloan walked into the storeroom, armed with a bottle of champagne, a wicker basket and some of Lilah’s sisterly advice. Keep her offbalance, big guy. The one thing you can’t let her do is get logical on you.

Though he wasn’t exactly sure what had prompted Lilah’s visit, he approved the spirit of it. Just as he approved the way Amanda looked, hunched over a desk in the storeroom, glasses on her nose, hair clipped back. There were neatly labeled file boxes stacked behind her, dozens of dusty cardboard boxes scattered alongside her and several fat piles of paper in front of her.

“Hey, Calhoun, ready for a break?”

“What?” Her head came up quickly, but it took a moment for her eyes to focus. “Oh, hi. I didn’t hear you come in. ”

“Where we
re you?”

She lifted a ledger. “Back in 1929. It seems my illustrious great-grandpapa made a little pin money running liquor in from Canada during Prohibition. ”

“Good old Fergus. ”

“Greedy old Fergus,” she corrected. “But a businessman through and through. If he kept such meticulous books of his illegal activities, he certainly would have a record of sale if he sold the emeralds. ”

“I thought Bianca hid them. ”

“That’s the legend. ” She leaned back to rub her tired eyes. “I’d rather have the facts. I had this thought that maybe he put them in a safe-deposit box he didn’t tell anyone about. But I can’t find any record of that, either. ”

“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong place. ” He set the bottle and basket down as he stood behind her. Gently he began to massage her neck muscles. “Maybe you should concentrate on Bianca. It was her necklace after all. ”

“We don’t have a lot of information about Bianca. ” When her eyes started to drift closed, she popped them open again. “Great-Grandpapa destroyed all of her pictures, her letters, just about everything concerning her. We’ve only come across one of her date books so far. ”

“He must have been crazy mad. ” “Crazy, anyway. Grieving, I’d think. ”

“No. ” Bending, he kissed the top of her head. “If he’d been grieving, he would have kept everything. ”

“Maybe it hurt to remember. ”

“If he’d loved her, he would have wanted to remember. He would have needed to. When you love someone, everything about them’s precious. ” He felt her muscles knot under his fingers. “What’s the problem, Amanda? You’re all tied up. ”

“I’ve been sitting too long, that’s all. ”

“Then my timing’s perfect. ” He stepped back to pick up the champagne. ” “What’s that for?”

“Most people drink it. ” Sloan released the cork. After the pop came the seductive hiss. “I don’t know about you, but I worked my butt off today. I thought we’d take a first-class coffee break. ”

She didn’t need champagne to cloud her brain. He did that all by himself. And that, she reminded herself as she rose, was exactly what she needed to avoid. “It’s a nice thought, but I should go help Aunt Coco with dinner. ”

“Lilah’s helping her. ”

“Lilah?” Amanda’s brows shot up. “You’ve got to be kidding. ”

“Nope. ” He opened the basket to take out two fluted glasses. “Suzanna’s doing homework with the kids, and you and I are having dinner alone. ”

“Sloan, I’m really not dressed to go out. ”

“I like you in sweats. ” He poured the wine and, setting the bottle aside, lifted both glasses. “And we’re not going anywhere. ”

“You just said – ”

“I said we were having dinner alone, and we are. Right here. ” “Here?” She gestured. “In the storeroom?”

“Yep. I got some of your aunt’s pSte some cold chicken and asparagus, and fresh strawberries. ” He tapped his glass against hers before drinking. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. ”

He didn’t even have to try to make her knees weak. When he did sweet things, said sweet things, she dissolved into a puddle of love. “Sloan, we have to talk. ”

“Sure. ” But he bent down to rub his lips lazily over hers. “Why don’t we get comfortable first?”

“What?” Already dizzy, she stared at him as he took out a blanket and spread it over the floor.

“Come on. ”

“I really think it would be better if we. . . ” But he was already pulling her down to the blanket.

He took the glass from her hand, setting it on the floor before nuzzling her mouth. “This is better,” he murmured. “Much better. ”

“The children are home,” she managed as his hands slid under her shirt. “If someone came in – ”

“I locked the door. ” Gently he skimmed the rough pad of his thumb over her nipples. “Pay attention, Calhoun, I’m going to show you how to relax. ”

She was so relaxed, she didn’t think she could move. Heavy, her eyes fluttered partway open when Sloan lay a smidgen of pate on her tongue.

“It’s good,” he told her, then spread a dab on her bare shoulder so he could lick it off. “Here. ” He lifted her, cradling her against his chest before he handed her the glass of champagne. “We were supposed to drink this first, but I got distracted. ”

It tasted like sin on her tongue. She sipped again, then opened her mouth obediently when he fed her more pate, this time on a conventional cracker.

“More?”

She sighed her assent. They began to feed each other tidbits from the basket between kisses. Replete, she watched him pour the last of the champagne. “We’re going to be late for the seance. ”

“Nope. ” He drew her back more comfortably against his chest. “Coco decided that the vibes weren’t right. Something about interference from a dark presence. ”

“Sounds just like my levelheaded aunt. ”

“Now she wants to wait until the last night of the new moon. ” He nuzzled her neck. “We can stay in here all night. ”

She was beginning to believe that with him, anything was possible. ‘ “That would make it my first all-night picnic. ”

“After we’re married, we’ll make it a regular event. ”

Champagne slopped over her hand and onto his leg as she jolted straight. “Easy, Calhoun, don’t waste it. ”

She struggled around to face him. “What do you mean, married?” “You know, like man and wife, that kind of thing. ”

With deliberate care, she set the glass down. Just like that, she thought, both panicked and angry. Just as she’d expected. With him it was saddle up, Cal-houn. We’re getting hitched. “What gave you the idea that we were getting married?”

He didn’t like the fact that the line was back between her brows. “I love you, you love me. You’re the logical one, Amanda. The next step’s marriage from my point of view. ”

“It may be a step from your point of view, but it’s a big leap from mine. You can’t just assume I’m going to take it. ”

“Why not?”

“Because you can’t. In the first place, I’m not planning on marriage for years yet. I’ve got my career to think about. ”

“What’s one got to do with the other?”

“Everything. You’ve already messed up my concentration, had me shuffling around my priorities. ” Knowing it sounded foolish, she stopped to drag a hand through her hair. “Look at me,” she demanded. “Just look at me. I’m sitting on the storeroom floor, naked, and arguing with a man I’ve only known for two weeks. This isn’t me. ”

With deceptive laziness, he skimmed his gaze down, then up again. “Then who the hell is it?”

“I don’t know. ” Frantic, she snatched up her sweats and began to pull them on. “I don’t know who I am anymore, and it’s your fault. Nothing’s made sense since you ran into me on the sidewalk. ”

“You ran into me. ”

“That’s beside the point. ” Shaken to the core, she yanked the sweatshirt over her head. “I’m daydreaming when I’m supposed to be working. I’m making love with you when I should be keeping appointments. I’m having naked picnics when I should be filing papers. It’s got to stop. ”

“Maybe I should’ve just hit you over the head with the bottle of champagne instead of letting you drink it. ” Baffled, he scratched his head. “Why don’t you sit down, Calhoun, and we’ll talk this thing out?”

“No, I will not sit down. You’ll start on me again, and I won’t be able to think. You’re not going to make plans for the rest of my life without consulting me, without even having the courtesy to ask. I’m taking back control of my life. ”

He rose then, naked and furious. “You’re mad because I want you to marry me. ”

The breath hissed out between her clenched teeth. “You’re just stupid. ” She grabbed the closest thing handy and ended up hurling her glasses at him. “Too stupid for words. ” With this she strode to the door, fought with and cursed the lock until she managed to open it. “You can take your incredibly romantic proposal and stuff it. ”

The hot and hazy afternoon was perfect for pleasure. Christian surprised me with a little basket of wine and cold ham. Together we sat in the wild grass beyond the rock and watched the boats g
lide by below. The light was so golden, like something poured out ofa gildedpitcher. But it is always so when I’m with him. In this lovely fantasy ofafternoons, there is nothing but sunlight and warm, fragrant air.

We talked of everything and nothing as he sketched me. He has already done two paintings ofme since the summer began. Without risking modesty I can say he made me look beautiful. What woman is not when she is in love? And it was his eyes that studied me, his hands that drew my face, my hair. His feelings that guided his brush.

IfI had not believed before how deep and true his love is for me, I would have seen it in the portraits he painted.

Will someone buy my portrait from him? It saddens me to think of it. Yet it makes me proud. That would be one way I could at last declare my feelings. Hanging on some pretty wall, the portrait ofa woman whose eyes are filled with love for the man who painted her.

I say we talked of everything and nothing. We do not mention how quickly the days fly into weeks. There are so little of those weeks left before I must leave the island, and Christian. I think something in me will die this time.

Fergus and I attended a dinner dance tonight. He was very jolly, though there was much talk of war. He said that clever men know that there will always be war, and money to be made from it. I was stunned to hear him speak so, but he only brushed aside my concern.

“It’s for you to think ofhow to spend the money, andfor me to make it, ” he told me.

It upset me because it was not for money I married him, nor is it for money I stay with him. Both were for duty. Yet I have lived under his roof, eaten his food, taken his gifts without a thought.

It scrapes at my conscience to know that I appreciated the little picnic Christian brought to me so much more than I have ever appreciated all the sumptuous dinners Fergus’s money has paidfor.

Because it always pleases him, I wore the emeralds, and I have not yet put them away. They lie in the shadowed light, glinting at me, reminding me of both my griefand myjoy.

If it were not for the children. . . but I can’t think of it. There are the children. Whatever sins I commit, I will never desert them. They have needs that neither Christian nor I have a right to ignore. I know, in the loneliness ahead ofme, they will be solace. Being blessed with them, it is not right to grieve for the child Christian and I must never conceive.

Yet, I do.

Tonight when I turn off the lamp I’ll try to sleep quickly. For then it will be morning, and morning will become the golden afternoon, when I can see Christian again.