Part 5 (1/2)

Ophelia shook her head. The next few minutes were a blur as she made the appointment, and received an armful of pamphlets and booklets of information on pregnancy, babies and breastfeeding. Outside, the limo was waiting and took her back to the hotel. Ophelia wandered into the lounge of the hotel. She took a booth and spilled her brochures across the table. A pretty young red-haired waitress came to take her order. She caught herself before she ordered her usual drink of gin and tonic. Instead she ordered half a gla.s.s of white wine and a large gla.s.s of water. The doctor had said small amounts of alcohol were acceptable for special occasions. And G.o.d knew, this was about as special as she had gotten in a long time!

She was lost in her thoughts when a slender man, about mid-thirties, approached her table. He had the body of a dancer and his normally blond hair had been dyed red for the film. Colin Dunn cleared his throat to gain her attention.

Ophelia looked up and started to ask the man to leave her alone. And then, she recognized him. His hair was reddish brown, and his skin paler than usual, but the bone structure of commanding features was unmistakable, as were the hawk-like and piercing eyes.

”Colin!” she whispered softly.

Colin Dunn smiled, his sensual lips curling upwards. He had hoped to see Ophelia for the first time again alone, and not in a crowd. He had heard through the grapevine, just after Christmas in fact, that she had been added to the film crew coming to Ireland in the New Year. Of course, Colin had cursed vigorously at first. This was his first really big break as a ch.o.r.eographer, and as a dancer. He would be dancing on film, not just working with the dancers, and receiving film credit.

He had achieved as much success as possible dancing with the New York City Ballet Company, but fame and fortune would be much greater with film than within the effete world of dance. And of course, following the attack, even though he had been barely scratched because he had run away, the aftermath had made him realize it was time to make his move. He had accepted a small movie role and moved to California. He had worked steadily, making a name for himself in Hollywood, both dancing and ch.o.r.eographing.

This movie had been his big break. He had jumped at the chance to work with Steven Fields and Donal Donaldson. Everything had been going great and then he had been informed that another ch.o.r.eographer would be joining the team. His shock had been complete when he learned it was Ophelia. The past he had hoped to bury was suddenly popping up when he least needed or wanted it.

He and Ophelia had gone out for a late supper, and been walking back to the apartment when the drug-crazed mugger attacked out of nowhere. He had shoved Colin aside and lunged for Ophelia's purse. The knife had come out to cut the purse straps when Ophelia screamed in reaction. Her blood had spurted and Colin had scrambled to his feet, running. He had stopped a police car, and by the time they returned, Ophelia was alone, bleeding and unconscious.

”Mind if I sit down?” Colin asked her softly.

Ophelia made a wide sweep with her arm and brushed all the brochures onto the bench seat beside her. ”Sure, why not,” she told him, trying to be nonchalant. Her stomach was doing somersaults. She'd traveled halfway around the world and was suddenly confronted with the last person she'd ever wanted to see. She watched as he signaled for the waitress, who blushed and responded eagerly to his easy flirting. He offered to buy her another, but Ophelia refused. She waited until his drink had been brought before she asked him the all-important question.

”What are you doing here, Colin?”

Colin sipped his gin and tonic. He had noticed that Ophelia was as beautiful as ever. If anything, she looked younger than she had two years ago! ”I'm lead ch.o.r.eographer for the movie, and I have a major dancing sequence as well.”

Ophelia looked at him and cursed fate. ”Small world, isn't it?”

”I didn't know you were interested in the world of film. I always figured you would stay in the refined, effete world of New York City. I thought they offered you the job of a.s.sistant ch.o.r.eographer, after the accident.”

Ophelia looked down at her folded hands that rested on the table. ”I turned it down. I rested for a year and tried to return, but my leg will never be strong enough. I've been teaching, actually.”

Colin laughed as he finished his drink, signaling the waitress for a refill. ”I can just see you surrounded by three foot tall 'wanna-be' ballerinas!”

Ophelia smiled. ”More like five and six foot tall students, and very few want to dance professionally. I've been teaching college dance for three semesters. They offered me a two-year contract, but I took this instead.”

She had deliberately left out a few things, but decided her life was none of Colin's business. When he had informed her that he was leaving the company, and her, she had been in a hospital bed, trying to recover from the mugging attack. In her opinion, Colin Dunn had no rights in her life from now on. Before she could go on, Mac slid onto the bench seat beside her. He leaned over and kissed her cheek while he laid his arm behind her on the seat. He looked over at Colin.

”Nice to see you again, Colin. Ophelia was my teacher, in fact. I took your advice and decided to take some lessons, so I wouldn't have to rely on my stand-in and stunt double all the time. Ophelia has been such an excellent teacher that I just couldn't leave her behind when it came time to start filming.” His words and actions told Colin that Ophelia was more than just Donal Donaldson's dance instructor.

Mac picked up Ophelia's gla.s.s and finished her wine. ”I'm free for the rest of the day. What would you like to do this afternoon?”

Ophelia knew he was expecting her to say something about seeing the film locale for the day, or visiting one of the local special interests sights. She turned to Mac and smiled. ”I'm more in the mood for an afternoon nap.”

Mac barely covered his surprise with a cough. ”Works for me, honey. I'll go settle the tab and meet you by the door.”

Ophelia turned and gathered the booklets she'd been given, carefully concealing the t.i.tles and shoving some into her purse. She stood quickly. ”Goodbye, Colin. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around.”

Chapter 9.

Ophelia was impressed with herself that she managed to make it over to the exit of the lounge without tripping, or returning to the table and dumping Colin's drink over his head. She continued towards the elevator and Mac followed her silently. Neither one spoke on the ride up to their room, and once inside, Ophelia hurried towards the bedroom of the suite. She dumped the information into a drawer and shut it quickly. As she turned, she saw that Mac was standing just inside the doorway.

”I'm going to have a drink.” Mac turned and walked back out to the stocked bar and poured himself a neat scotch. He downed it quickly and poured another. He walked over and sat on the loveseat that faced the fireplace. He didn't look up as Ophelia came over and sat beside him. ”I wouldn't be wrong if I a.s.sumed you and Colin Dunne are previously acquainted.”

Ophelia shook her head. ”We used to dance together.”

”And...”

Ophelia looked down at her hands, which she had folded primly into her lap. ”We lived together for awhile. But it was all over two years ago.”

Mac nodded and sipped the alcohol. ”You want to tell me about it?”

Ophelia knew she had to be honest with him. ”You want to hear the whole sordid tale, or the Reader's Digest version?” she asked him with a weak smile, attempting to lighten the atmosphere. When Mac didn't answer she took a deep breath. ”Colin and I were the lead dancers for the New York City Ballet Company. It was quite a coup, for both of us. We were drawn together with duet practices, and became lovers.”

Ophelia stopped as she saw Mac's hand clench around the gla.s.s until his knuckles turned white. ”I shouldn't say we were lovers, because the only person Colin Dunne ever cared about was himself. We felt mutual attraction and then we were living together. We went out to dinner late one night, after a performance. On the way back, a mugger jumped us. I lost consciousness soon after, but Colin went for help.”

She paused to take a deep breath as she fought to keep her tears at bay. ”You've seen my scars, Mac. I wasn't able to keep up once I had healed, so I recuperated for a time and tried to return. I was very lucky that Michael took me back. Back then, Mac, dancing was my life. I didn't have any outside interests, and my friends were all dancers in the company.”

”What happened to lover boy while you were going through all of this?” Mac asked her tersely, aching for the pain she had suffered alone.

”He left the city about a week after I was attacked. He said he needed a change, and the timing just happened to be then. I got along all right, Mac. I had a lot of friends. Some of them were really pretty amazing in helping me when I had trouble in the beginning.”

Mac turned and set his gla.s.s down. ”I have no doubt that you have friends, sweetheart. I'm not sure I believe that Dunn ran to get help, or that he just happened to be offered a role that conveniently.”

Ophelia smiled and raised her hand to stroke her fingers down the side of his face. ”It doesn't matter, Mac. It's all over now.” She leaned forward and lightly kissed Mac's mouth, letting her tongue sneak out to tease and tempt him. ”How about that nap I mentioned downstairs?”

Mac grinned and pulled her up. ”I think I could use a little sleep, eventually.” Ophelia giggled and walked toward the bed with him. He tenderly undressed her, and then practically ripped his own clothes impatiently off. He kissed her gently as he lay down beside her. He cupped her nearest breast and lowered his mouth to lick and circle around the nipple. As she thrust her b.r.e.a.s.t.s up towards him, Mac sucked her nipple deeply into his mouth.

Ophelia pressed closer and spread her legs as he s.h.i.+fted above her. He settled between her thighs, feeling her soft body cradling his hips. He tried to slow things down, but Ophelia would have none of that. When she felt his manhood pressing against her wet flesh, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her body. They both gasped as her flesh swallowed him whole.

Mac stared down as he pulled back and then thrust forward. He tried to set a slow pace, but the feeling of her muscles squeezing hard on his c.o.c.k each time he pulled back was too much to handle...way too intense to delay or ignore. He growled low in his throat and sped up his motions. He felt her grinding her pelvis against him, stimulating her c.l.i.t with each move.

Ophelia's climax hit her like a sledgehammer, taking her breath away. And a moment later, she felt Mac stiffen in her arms and fill her body with his seed. The poignancy almost made her cry as she remembered the news she had been given earlier. His seed had taken root in her belly, against all odds. She had fallen in love with Mac and now she would have something to remember him by, once it was all over. Ophelia fell asleep spooned in front of Mac, his arm curled around her body, with his hand gently cupping one breast.

Ophelia didn't have to see Colin for a week. And then, they were going to have to start rehearsing the dance sequences, and she would need to be there. They were using a lot of local dancers, and Ophelia had always found clogging and Irish folk songs and dance very stirring. So even though she didn't want to be around Colin, she loved the idea of dancing and working once again, especially since they were using the local dancers.

Mac would often sit and watch her when he wasn't working, enjoying her easy way with people. He remembered how she had been in her cla.s.s, and could see how easily she could get what she needed from others. Whereas Colin tended to yell and lose his temper, Ophelia would come along and people would understand what he had wanted after she repeated it a different way or demonstrated it, and managed to usually achieve it in one or two tries.

He had been sitting in the shadows one day, watching as Colin tried to work with two of the children that would appear in one of the major dance scenes. It wasn't long before the young boy and girl were close to tears and Ophelia stepped forward. He had not been able to hear what she said, but Colin left quickly. As he watched, Ophelia soon had the children smiling and performing the dance steps exactly as required in the script.

Standing suddenly, deciding to move closer to the rehearsal area, Mac had almost knocked Steven down who had been quietly listening and watching a few steps behind him. Mac started to excuse himself when Steven put his hand on Mac's forearm.

”That is one pretty special woman you managed to find, Mac.”