Part 13 (1/2)
”You haven't told me why.” But he already had a good idea what she'd say. She'd claim some hocus-pocus like her daughter was beaming waves of consciousness at her. Maybe Lincoln was picking up the transmission through his hair.
”I can't explain it so you'll understand! Will you do it?”
”If you don't get below, you're going to throw up all over me.” He was demented. Even knowing she was seasick, he still wanted her, right this minute.
”Promise me, Matt Murphy!”
”Okay, d.a.m.n it! We'll turn around and start back the other way once the storm's over! Now go throw up, will you?”
She was already heading down the steps.
Great, just great. Nothing beat taking a boat ride with a couple of puking, psychic pa.s.sengers, except having the hots for one of them and knowing he wouldn't be able to do a d.a.m.ned thing about it. When he finally got his hands on Nick Brogan, his partner would have a h.e.l.l of a lot to answer for.
Chapter 10.
Genevieve knew she should be worried about her perilous circ.u.mstances, and she hated to think how upset Mama was by this time. But other than worrying about Mama, she was having more fun than she'd had since the days of playing in the mud down by the crick. In the Hollow she'd only had other kids to boss around, but here she had Jack, who did pretty much whatever she wanted him to.
She stood back and admired the three-sided shelter they'd decided to build using the cliff face as one wall and the overhang as a roof. They'd managed to find enough driftwood and lava rocks to put up two more walls. Well, she'd found the materials and Jack had hauled it all over. He'd wanted to do all sorts of elaborate calculating before they started building and kept using words like schematics, but the clouds rolling in had finally convinced him to just let her tell him how to do it.
Jack folded his arms over his chest and nodded. ”Not bad. Not bad at all. Should provide a fair bit of protection from the elements.”
She got a kick out of his man-triumphs-over-nature att.i.tude. A half hour ago he'd been complaining that this would never work. ”I'll bet you never built a hideaway when you were a kid in Nebraska.”
He paused and adjusted his gla.s.ses, as if trying to remember.
”If you have to think about it, then you didn't. I can tell you exactly what my hideaway was like. We dug it out under the roots of this giant tree right beside the crick. Every year we dug out more and added rooms. We had frog races down there and everything. It was great until the year the crick overflowed.”
”You're right, I didn't have anything like that. One summer I wanted to put up a tent in the backyard, but I gave up the idea when my grandmother wouldn't let me run the extension cord outside so I could plug stuff in.”
She shook her head. ”You're not supposed to have electricity, for pity's sake.” Not that she always had that option in the Hollow, anyway. ”You're supposed to act like you're completely on your own, with no grown-ups. You can't have a blessed cord running from the house to your hideaway. That's a dead giveway as to where you are.”
”So what?” He seemed totally mystified.
”So if the grown-ups can't find you, you can do all the things they would tell you not to.” She was beginning to wonder if Jack had taken a single chance as a kid. ”That's how I learned to start fires with my gla.s.ses. Do you think my mama would have wanted me out in the woods doing that?”
”Guess not.”
”Bet your britches she didn't. But I did it anyway, and now I can make us a nice fire, lickety-split.” She walked over to the small pile of driftwood chips she'd been h.o.a.rding during the construction. ”Let me have the gla.s.ses.”
”There's no point in starting a fire when it's going to rain pretty soon.”
”That's why we'll start it now, when we still have some sun, and then we'll transfer the fire inside the shelter.”
”You can't have a fire in there! You'll incinerate us both!”
”Of course we can have a fire in there.” She was patient with him because he was such a beginner at the outdoor life. ”There's a nice little gap between the overhang and the wall, so the smoke can get out. And we'll build the fire on sand up against the cliff and put rocks around it, so it can't spread.”
”It'll be hot in there,” he muttered.
”Not once the rain starts.” She gazed at him. ”It'll be cozy.”
”We'll die of carbon monoxide poisoning.”
”No, we won't. Trust me. It'll be real nice.”
”Humph.” He handed over the gla.s.ses, although he still looked worried about the project.
Or maybe he was worried about being tucked into that tiny spot with her, since he had his crush going on and might be afraid he'd forget himself and give in to it. She could see that happening. She should be worried about the same thing, but she wasn't.
Without being real obvious about it, she'd kept her eye on Jack as he'd wrestled with the heavy pieces of driftwood. She couldn't recall the last time she'd had a chance to watch a muscular man stripped to the waist doing physical labor. Clyde Loudermilk had looked good without his s.h.i.+rt, but Jack looked a heap better.
That picture of Jack lifting a piece of driftwood to the top of the wall stayed with her as she knelt on the sand and held the gla.s.ses at the right angle to catch the sun. She was a little like this pile of kindling, now that she thought about it. For some time she'd turned down any dates that came her way, thinking she needed to be saving herself for Nick.
What a waste that had been. But the upshot of all that self-sacrifice was that she hadn't done the hokey-poky with a man in a c.o.o.n's age. Now here she was stranded on a desert island with Jack.
If anybody had told her yesterday she'd be stuck with a guy like him after her long drought, she'd have laughed herself into a case of the hiccups. But after catching his manly display of muscle, she wasn't so sure being plane-wrecked with Jack was such a disaster.
She was beginning to feel very tender toward him. Finding out that he was color blind and ashamed of it touched her. Plus he was an orphan, a fact that always made her want to cuddle that person for all they'd missed. Jack was worth cuddling, too, because he had a good heart and he was very brave. Yesterday she hadn't known any of that about him.
Besides, they needed to find things to do to take their minds off food. She'd already started craving another energy bar, and they couldn't eat those yet.
For another thing, if she had a little fun with Jack while they were on the island, no one would have to know. She could trust him not to tell anyone, and she certainly wouldn't. And the third and best reason for having s.e.x was that she'd be doing him a favor by teaching him how women liked to be treated in bed. He might not know any more about that than he did about making cozy hideaways.
Having s.e.x for Jack's sake instead of her own made the idea seem n.o.ble and worthwhile. He might be terrible at it, which would leave her no better off than before. She was taking a big risk, come to think of it, and he should be mighty grateful for the chance to educate himself at her expense. Now that she knew him better, she expected he would be grateful.
A wisp of smoke curled up from the dried leaves and driftwood chips. Genevieve moved the gla.s.ses and leaned down to blow gently into the pile.
”I can't believe you're actually getting it to burn.”
She blew harder and tiny flames wiggled upward. ”You're lucky you have me around, Jack.” Leaning back, she waved her hand over the flames until she could feel their heat. ”I hate to think of what would become of you if you'd been marooned on this island all by your lonesome.”
When he didn't have a comeback to that, she glanced up at him. He was inspecting her the way she imagined he inspected a computer screen that had started flas.h.i.+ng warning signals. Well, he'd never get a girlfriend standing around looking like that. He needed a confident smile on his face, not a worried frown. Maybe she could put that smile on his face before they were rescued.
But first she had to get the inside of their hideaway all situated. ”Could you tend this fire?” She stood. ”I need to fix the pit inside.”
”What should I do?”
”Goodness, you don't need an instruction book to-” She stopped when he started to blush. ”You really never tended a fire before?” She could see the answer in his eyes. ”Never mind. I didn't mean to make you feel poorly about it.” She kicked herself for undermining his confidence when she wanted to do the exact opposite.
”I went to a Boy Scout meeting once. We were supposed to learn how to tie all these knots. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why I needed to tie anything except my shoes, so I walked back home.”
”You taught yourself to fly a plane, and for that I'll be eternally grateful. Tending a fire's as easy as shooting cans off a fence post. You just-”
”You can shoot?”
”I'm pretty good with a squirrel gun, although I never shot a squirrel, or anything alive. Just cans.” She could see she wasn't helping Jack's confidence level bragging on her shooting, either, so she threw in a story on herself. ”I tried Uncle Rufus's sawed-off shotgun one time and sprayed lead everywhere. Aunt Maizie had some clothes on the line and I accidentally turned her favorite dress into a peekaboo style.”