Part 22 (1/2)

gown and lifting her leg until it was parallel with her body. I need to work out in the morning, she decided, then dropped into the chair behind the desk. She stared at the drawer, trying to justify snooping-again. It was the ledgers, those d.a.m.n pilot rudders that nagged at her. How come all those intelligent men couldn't make any sense of them? She took a breath and opened the correct drawer. She'd seen Duncari put them there. The lump wrapped in oilcloth stared back at her as if daring her to remove it. With a shrug, she lifted it out, untied the laces, and carefully opened the leather-covered logbook. She turned the pages one by one, reading each entry. Dane was right, it was a mess. A half-hour later she still hadn't made sense of it. The letters were unevenly scrawled, and spatters of black ink littered the heavy parchment, making it harder to decipher the scribbling, Tess rubbed her forehead, then stood and walked to her bag, digging through the a.s.sorted junk for a Tylenol and a pen. She poured a gla.s.s of water and took the tablet, the pen poking her in the eye as she washed it down. She rubbed, then grabbed up the bag, searching for a notepad when a thought suddenly occurred to her. Code. It had to be a code.

With all of her father's military c.r.a.p scattered around the house, she'd had a chance to look at one or two code books-outdated ones, that is. h.e.l.l, Marine kids used to send messages using simple forms of code. Every kid did it once in his or her life. She carried the gla.s.s, the pen, and pad to the desk, then settled cross-legged in the chair, ready to begin. She tried several versions she remembered 220.

from the books. None of them worked, but she kept at it, knowing she was on the right track.

”Pay dirt!” she said aloud, nearly an hour later, not really shocked that it was one of the simplest. The alphabet was split in half, then the letters reversed; the same was done with the remaining letters, which meant that the seventh and twentieth letters didn't change. Child's play. The numbers were coded in a nearly identical manner. They were longitudes and lat.i.tudes, and Tess didn't know that from beans, but she wrote it down just the same. There were symbols subst.i.tuted for something that she didn't understand. So she skipped it, with just a small notation.

She stilled for a moment, thinking of Dane and what he'd do to her when he found out she'd snooped so deeply into his desk. Well, the worst he could do was throw her overboard, she decided, and kept on.

What bothered her most was what else she discovered in the process. There were bits of Bennett's memoirs in the pilot rudders, which wasn't the norm, she knew. And Tess pa.s.sed on writing down what she read. Dane didn't need to know the sicken-ingly graphic details of his sister's death or exactly how his father had been duped out of half his fortune. She slipped the decoded sheet between the parchment and moved to the next page. A stack of crumpled papers rose around her as she wrote. She took a break to use the facilities and refill her gla.s.s. Her eyes hurt and her back ached, but she shoved the pain and the paper mountain aside and continued, never noticing dawn breaking behind her.

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Gently Dane opened” the door and peered around the slab of polished wood. He frowned, stepping inside and closing it behind him. Tess was sound asleep, slumped over his desk top, paper littering the surface around her head. He walked toward her, his frown deepening when he saw the pilot rudders pillowed beneath her cheek. He stood over her, his hands on his hips, ready to chastise the la.s.s for intruding in his private affairs. Until he noticed her hand. His tight muscles relaxed, and he reached for the instrument lying between her lax fingers. He stared at the slim cylinder, turning it over in his hand, then depressed the silver top. It clicked and from the bottom appeared a sharp point. What the b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l? he wondered, glancing to her, then back to the cylinder. He leaned over and sc.r.a.ped the tip and wasn't so shocked to see that it delivered ink onto the paper. He wrote his name, perplexed that the ink gave off no odor and, as he rubbed his finger over it, that it was already dry! He clicked the pen over and over, watching the tip disappear into the black tube. Property of the U.S. Government was inscribed in white on the side. His eyes snapped to Tess, and for one ridiculous second thought she was a spy. Nay, there is a logical explanation for this, he decided. His gaze drifted over the papers, and he unfolded a few, examining her writing, neat, small, precise. Like her.

She moaned softly, her spine s.h.i.+fting at the discomfort. It was unfair to leave her sleeping like that, he thought, and gently roused her. She fell back into 222.

the leather chair, curling her legs to the side, but didn't waken. He smiled softly and scooped her up, carrying her to his bed, his eyes greedily soaking in the soft swell of her breast as the thin strap dropped from her shoulder. He deposited her in the center of the mattress, the slim column of satin hugging her sculptured body, teasing him with what lay beneath.

Her eyes fluttered opens briefly. And she looked scared.

”Don't be mad, Dane,” she whispered. ”I was only trying to help.”

He sat down on the bed beside her, pulling the sheet over her bare shoulders. ”I am not angry, love.” She smiled then, and he brushed the web of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. ”You have aided me greatly, and I am thankful. But how did you know 'twas a code?”

”Daddy taught me,” she mumbled with a yawn, snuggling deeper into the feather mattress.

Oddly wis.h.i.+ng he'd known her father, Dane leaned down and placed a soft kiss to her forehead, and she sighed, drifting off with a pleased smile curving her lips. Dane watched her for several moments, wondering what he'd done to deserve a woman like her in his life. When his life was such a b.l.o.o.d.y mess. She'd been opposed to his seeking out Phillip yet had solved the largest portion of the puzzle for him. All through the night, he realized, glancing at the cluttered desk. He rose and was moving toward the desk when his foot caught on something. It was that gaudy yellow satchel. It was open or torn, he couldn't be certain, and some of its contents were in clear view. Enticing bits of lace and 223.

silk spilled from the bag, and he recognized the sc.r.a.p of black satin and the print of her robe. It jolted his memory, of how it looked draped across her muscled body.

An opaque bottle, the handle of a brush, and some frayed pale blue fabric seemed to beckon him. He bent slightly, reaching, then immediately straightened, forcing himself not to pry into the lady's things. She had a.s.sumed he'd done as much before, he reasoned to himself, itching to look. Nay, he decided, then settled behind his desk. She would show him when she wished. Dane opened the rudder, reading her decoded words. He frowned, pausing to finger the evenly tattered paper. The quality was magnificent, no graininess, no dots of pulp wood, and it was ruled with pale pink stripes. He saw the slab of paper with a wire coiled through the top. He lifted it, flipping the sheets. So this was how it was torn so evenly. Ingenious, he thought, closing the tablet. His gaze immediately fell on the scroll printed beneath a coat of arms on the thick board backing. Stuart Hall, Kansas City, MO 64108. Where was this place? And who was this Stuart person? A Scot? A friend of Tess's, perhaps, that had gifted her with the fine paper? The thought annoyed him, and he tossed it and the tablet aside, more important matters calling him as he examined the rudders. Yet his gaze kept straying between the bulky satchel, the writing instrument, and the man's name, the bold print taunting him.

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CHAPTER NINETEEN.

She was hot. His touch was fire. His mouth hovered over hers, teasing her, refusing her the pressure she desired. A perfumed cloak of dampness glistened on her body, and she twisted, a soft moan escaping her lips. No one heard. It was lost in the twilight haze of dreams. He held her close, whispering soft words, his warm hand stroking down her hip, seeking the moist juncture of her thighs. She opened for him, and his fingers pushed inside her, rubbing gently, the sensations created nearly painful in their pleasure. She gasped, arching, welcoming him as he s.h.i.+fted above her-Tess found herself abruptly dumped on the cabin floor. The s.h.i.+p lurched, and she grabbed the bedsheets for stability, but the fabric slipped free, and she rolled over, sprawling on her back.

”What in G.o.d's name?” She stood and groped her way to the bed, climbing onto the only stable thing she could find at the moment. She shoved her hair from her face and took a deep breath. G.o.d, what a dream! Her body was still locked in that erotic 225.

i I plane, and Tess fought to get control. She plucked at the damp gown, then dropped back onto the pillows, flinging her arm over her face. It was so real. And good. d.a.m.n, she wanted him. And if he walked in this cabin in the next two seconds she would be forced to rape the man, she decided. He didn't. So she climbed from the bed and brushed her teeth, splas.h.i.+ng cool water on her face and throat.

The s.h.i.+p rolled with the waves, and Tess held on to the commode, glancing out the window. It was gray; gray sea, gray sky, but no rain as yet. The door opened, and Tess twisted as Dane entered the cabin, the wind howling through the corridor. She could only stare at him, licking her lips like a hungry wolf. He wore a billowy white s.h.i.+rt, open at the throat, and tight, buff-colored breeches tucked in black knee boots. His black hair was wind-tossed and wild. And when he saw her, his smile was slow, crooked, as his hand rested on his hip.

”So-my lady has finally awakened.” His gaze made a lazy stroll over her body as he closed the door behind him. ”And here I thought you fancied lying abed all day.”

Maybe with you, she thought, her already sensual thoughts running wild.

”Ahh, la.s.s, do not look at me like that,” he murmured huskily, walking toward her.

”And what way is that?” she replied, her face brightening with guilt as she leaned against the bedpost. He stopped before her, his gaze sweeping over her upturned face to the enticing bit of cleavage exposed, then back to meet hers.

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”Lovely,” he whispered, brus.h.i.+ng her hair from her shoulder. ”The vision of a man's desire, love.”

Tess's knees buckled, and she reached out. That was all it took. Dane gathered her in his arms, pressing her back against the post, and savagely captured her mouth. Her hunger spilled, flowing over him, fanning the ever-present flame that raged inside the pair. His tongue pushed deeply between her lips, and she flowered beneath him, her hand sliding up his chest, squeezing his breast, then slipping around his neck. She held him there, feeling every inch of his long hard body smothering hers. She loved it. Her skin ached for the feel of his hands. Dane's heart thudded against the wall of his chest, the blood rus.h.i.+ng in his veins straight to his loins. G.o.d's teeth, but he'd thought of little else this morning. And 'twas more difficult, for just to look at the woman constantly tested his restraint. His hands moved to the soft swell of her b.u.t.tocks, and he ground her against his hardness. She clung tightly, a hand roaming possessively over his ribs, his hip, inviting more.

His mouth tortured hers, his tongue licking the line of her lips, then devouring them again. He was going to explode with his need of her. His palms filled with the firm curve of her b.u.t.tocks, he lifted her, mas.h.i.+ng her against him, his fingertips meeting between her thighs, gently rubbing there in a motion she answered.

She was wild in his arms, stroking the taut muscles of his back, slipping her fingers into the band of his breeches. She ravaged his mouth, nipping his lip, sc.r.a.ping her teeth over the stubble on his chin, 227.

working her way to the vee of his s.h.i.+rt.

”I had a dream about you,” she confessed in a breathless whisper, loosening the ties of his s.h.i.+rt and spreading the fabric. '

”Invaded your sleep now, have I?” His legs trembled.

She looked up, her smile wicked, feline. ”Yeah, and I'll give you three guesses what it was about.” Her hand slid between their bodies, covering his solid ridge.

A half groan, half chuckle rumbled in his throat. ”Sweet Christ, woman, you are a bold one.”

”Yeah, and you love it.”

His expression instantly softened, different somehow, and Tess was rocked to her feet at what she saw in those pale jade eyes. No man had ever looked at her like he did, as if he'd die without her.

”Aye, lady witch, that I most a.s.suredly do.”

”Oh, Dane.” Wondrous, heartbreaking joy.

Her lip quivered, and she was having difficulty swallowing over the knot in her throat. His head lowered slowly, the wildness slipping into a moment of incredible tenderness as he kissed her, lazily cheris.h.i.+ng her mouth, his arms cradling her gently against his body. It was more erotic than the frenzied minutes just past.

Dane heard the frantic call, but it didn't register until just before the door abruptly opened. He s.h.i.+fted, s.h.i.+elding Tess from the intruder with his body.

”Capt'n! The top mizzen just took to the wind-on-begging yer pardon, sir.”

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your life, Mr, Finch.” The door slammed shut before he finished speaking. He kissed her again, then started to move away. She reached. ”Stay.”

He made an agonized sound as he cupped her jaw between his large hands, capturing her mouth in a soft kiss/” Tis my duty, love.”

He could have anything he wanted when he called her that, like that. ”Is it a hurricane, a typhoon?” His smile was lopsided. ”I daresay not like the one you've created in me, la.s.s, but a storm nonetheless.”

She socked him playfully, then glanced to the window. ”Is it serious?” His grin widened. ”I'm afraid 'tis fatal.” ”Dane!”