Part 5 (1/2)

”You want me,” he stated bluntly. ”And it's real, Trina.”

”Yes.” Her voice was soft. ”But is pa.s.sion all? Is it all we're both feeling? If you want only that-”

”What?” His eyes were glittering with a hard light. ”You'll spread your legs willingly, sweet? Throw the dog a bone so he'll stop yapping in your ears?”

She stepped back jerkily.

Immediately Skye said, ”Dammit, I didn't mean-” He broke off, flus.h.i.+ng.

Katrina was so angry she couldn't speak for a moment, and when she forced the words out, her voice was deceptively mild. ”If you want to search this house with all the lights on, the switch is over there on the wall. I'll go check out the big Ferris wheel.” She turned and walked out the door.

Dane was up unusually early, and he was already wearing his gambler's costume as he wandered through the park. He knew his restlessness was due partly to Skye; despite his casual att.i.tude the previous night, Dane hadn't been deceived into believing that his brother's troubles were all behind him. The wounds men and women inflict on each other rarely heal quickly, and Skye's own impatience when it came to getting what he wanted was apt to make him act before thinking.

Because those insights were much on his mind as he walked, Dane's first glimpse of the beautiful woman sitting near the Ferris wheel was accompanied by an almost instinctive recognition.

Katrina.

Skye had said little about her since the tragedy of Germany, but Dane remembered his brother's letter announcing his marriage more than six years before. And he had no doubt, as he walked toward her, that this woman with the long, wild red curls and amber cat's eyes was Skye's ex-wife.

She was mad as h.e.l.l, too, he realized, noting the sparks in those yellow eyes and the firm set of her lips. He wondered what she would make of him, and curiosity as well as the desire to help his brother if he could made up his mind to meet her now.

She looked up as he neared, her eyes widening and then narrowing swiftly, both startled and speculative. And when she spoke, her faintly husky, surprisingly gentle voice was at odds with the lingering temper in her gaze. ”You're Dane.”

He smiled, stopping before her. ”Yes. And you're Katrina.”

She looked him up and down with a total lack of self-consciousness. ”Identical,” she said wryly. ”I couldn't believe it when he told me.”

”I'm told it's a bit hard to get used to,” he offered.

It had taken Katrina almost an hour to check the structure and all the cars of the Ferris wheel, and she was still furious when she had finally sat down on a bench near the ride. Now, looking up at the almost mirror-image of Skye- there was a mustache, but it didn't make Dane look very different-she tried to control her still boiling anger. ”He's told you about me, I see.”

”Oh, yes,” Dane answered mildly. His smile held a softer charm than Skye's, and his voice was lazier.

She studied him curiously, surprised to feel Instantly comfortable with him. There was none of the p.r.i.c.kling awareness she felt around Skye, and something told her that this brother had a great deal more patience and perhaps more kindness in him. ”You and Skye are very different, aren't you?”

”Very,” he agreed, still smiling but with a serious gleam in his eye. Then, sympathetically, he added, ”My brother can be a difficult man at times. I don't mean to be nosy, but since you're obviously mad as h.e.l.l, I gather you two have had a fight?”

It wasn't in Katrina's nature to confide easily, but she was so angry that didn't seem to matter. Remembering Skye's crude words, she winced. ”You could say that.”

”He has a touchy temper,” Dane said in a judicious tone, ”and he doesn't always stop to think before he speaks.” Then, quietly, he said, ”Especially when his heart is involved.”

Katrina looked away from those forceful eyes. It was another difference between the brothers, she realized. In Dane, that amazingly strong life force was confined in his eyes, but in Skye it was diffused throughout his entire powerful body. She tried a laugh that didn't quite come off. ”He obviously hasn't told you everything if you believe his heart's involved.”

”He didn't have to tell me,” Dane said simply.

Torn between the need for rea.s.surance and her wariness of the strong emotions Skye could awaken in her, she looked back at Dane's grave face uncertainly.

After a moment Dane said, ”Skye's spent a lot of time in the dark these last years-in more ways than one. He hasn't let himself feel very much since Germany, but I believe seeing you again has made splinters of the protective wall he'd built around his emotions. It must feel like being caught in a sudden storm without warning. So if he seems impatient or even rough, maybe you should remember that you can hurt him every bit as much as he can hurt you.”

Katrina shook her head slightly and fixed her gaze on the ground, unwilling to believe that.

Dane sighed, and his voice was rueful. ”I can see you're as stubborn as he is. I shouldn't be surprised, I suppose. It'll take a hardheaded woman to manage my brother.”

Her hard head came up hastily, and she stared at him.

”He needs it, you see,” Dane told her solemnly. ”It's been my job off and on for the better part of thirty-five years, but I have a wife now, and she's keeping me too busy to give me much time to cope with Skye's recklessness.” A bit more seriously he added, ”He needs a balance, a center. He needs someone to care about him, so he'll stop and think before risking his neck.”

She refused to be moved by the words, ignoring a sudden pang near her heart. ”I don't think he needs anything or anyone,” she said flatly. ”He's too strong to need.”

One of Dane's eyebrows lifted and his eyes hardened. ”Is he? Even strong men can be shattered if the blow's hard enough and the aim is good. He isn't made of iron, Katrina.”

She felt absurdly in the wrong. ”I know.”

”Good. Convince him, will you?” Dane smiled suddenly, the flinty look gone from his eyes. Before she could respond, he added a light ”See you,” and moved gracefully away.

Katrina stared after him for a few moments, then fixed her eyes on the pavement again and tried to get her thoughts and emotions under control. She found it hard to accept that Skye felt something other than desire for her, though she had felt that desire and knew only too well how powerful it was.

Vaguely aware of faint sounds and movements as the park was readied for the day's visitors, she struggled to come to terms with her own feelings. Could she accept the pa.s.sion between her and Skye without looking farther? No. She knew herself too well. It wasn't In her to give her body without giving her heart as well, and she was afraid of the very idea of giving her heart to Skye.

And she didn't know what he wanted. Another chance? What did that mean? Because I've never been able to forget you. Even when I wanted to.

She was beginning to realize, partly due to Dane, that she had never really known Skye. She hadn't looked deeply enough six years earlier. He wasn't a tender man, or even a gentle man; he was too forceful to be either for very long, and she no doubt would have discovered that years before if they'd had more time together. He was hard in many ways, and he could be cruel. His life had taught him to be suspicious, and probably to expect the worst. His temper was as quick as the remorse he felt afterward, both expressed hastily and in blunt words.

But she hadn't seen that six years earlier.

Startling herself by speaking wryly aloud, Katrina murmured, ”You fell in love with a beautiful face.” She shook her head, no longer surprised that Skye had gotten her totally off balance this time, because now she was looking underneath that beautiful face, and the unexpected force of him was shocking in its intensity.

How could she have been so blind all those years before? So shallow that she had never even tried to understand him? Even though they'd had little time, she should have seen.

And now... Now she was older, and wiser, and always strove to see beneath the surface. She was a woman, and the instincts that had never stirred at twenty-two were torturing her.

He was complex and often rough, and his impulsive temper had already cut her more than once. But the strength and force in him tugged at her like nothing she'd ever felt before, and the sheer primitive pa.s.sion he aroused in her left her weak and shaking in his arms.

She didn't hear him then, but looked up anyway as Skye approached her rapidly. His expression was stony, and there was so much leashed violence in his pantherlike stride that for a moment she felt a thrill of fear. But then he yanked her up from the bench and into his arms, and his muttered words chased the fear away.

”I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, Trina, I swear I didn't.” His head was bowed, and he rubbed his cheek against her hair. ”G.o.d, I keep saying that to you, don't I?”

She lifted her face from his shoulder and smiled, wondering dimly what had happened to her anger. ”It's probably good for you,” she said.

His eyes moved restlessly over her face and his mouth twisted in self-contempt. ”I don't know what I'm saying half the time around you. You make me feel like some h.o.r.n.y teenager with sweaty hands. I keep hurting you.”

”I'll keep your temper in mind from now on,” she said a bit ruefully. ”But what you said didn't hurt me, it made me mad.” Her chin came up. ”You had no right to say that.”

”I know.” He hesitated, then asked, ”Will you tell me something honestly, Trina?”