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didn·t make her seasick. She·d be closer to Sam.
Cons: Zane. Being on board his rattletrap of a boat for weeks on end. Fighting the urge to hurl over each wave.
Logan was speaking now, but Teal·s gaze kept accidental y slipping to Zane at the other end of the table. His hair fel over his forehead, and he raked it back with one lar ge, tanned hand.
The Cutters were al tal , wel over six feet three or four inches. But Zane, so much larger than life, seemed to suck al the air out of the room with his presence. He always had.
She tried to concentrate on the actual y very interesting qu estions everyone was asking Brian, but the heat of the setting sun streaming through the ceiling -to-floor windows, and the low drone of Logan·s deep voice were soporific. She longed for a cold shower and a soft bed. Not necessarily in that order.
She tried to unkink her back without being obvious and swal owed a yawn. The flight from Alabama, the unexpected overnight layover in Miami while they searched for her luggage, the rapid turnaround in Tortola to catch the helicopter to Cutter Cay ³al fol owed by walking into a meeting total y unprepared ³had left Teal feeling drained when she most needed her wits about her.
Zane didn·t remember her. She swal owed something bitter at the back of her throat. What if the enforced close proximity in a confined space triggered his memory? She chewed what was left of the top of her thumbnail. Remaining on the island presented a who le other set of complications and pitfal s. After this meeting, she·d have to go and see Sam. Another difficult man. While her father battled his il ness, she·d pick up the slack for him. It provided her with a job, albeit temporary.
And a safe place to stay. Temporarily. And some time with her only living relative ³also temporary.
She turned her body to get more comfortable, the chair fabric scratchy on her left cheek, the sun warming her right. Nick was talking about the value of priceless blue -and-white china, and Diego chimed in about gold. They wouldn·t even notice if she kept her eyes closed for just a few minutes.
She dreamed she was lying on a cool, white-sheet-draped bed as a tanned, naked man rained gold coins down on her nude body while he served her tea in a blue -and-white china cup.
Chapter 2
Logan glanced up from his notes. ´You were pretty hard on her,µ he told Zane mildly.
Teal had conked out. Several mil ion dol ars· worth of treasure was being discussed, and Zane·s mechanic/diver/soon-to-be-pain-in-the-ass was fast asleep.
The sunlight streaming through the windows made her skin glow, giving her some mu ch-needed color. She looked damned uncomfortable scrunched sideways in the chair like that.
´ Sam wants her here,µ Zane pointed out, not needing his brother to remind him he·d been a dick. He already felt like a bul y, and it wasn·t a comfortable fit. ´ I want her here. She wasn·t cracking. I did what was necessary.µ
Logan held his gaze. ´He didn·t want her to know he was the one who asked.µ
´Wel then, he·s an idiot,µ Zane told his brother without heat. ´He needs to connect with her before it·s too late.µ
Ńot our cal .µ
Í hear you.µ Zane didn·t understand how two people who were related, communicated so little. Sam and Teal had such a fucking odd relationship. And he used the word loosely.
They·d seemed like two strangers on the odd occasion he·d seen them together over the last³hel , what was it? Twenty years? And she hadn·t been back to Cutter Cay in a long time. Seemed to Zane, now that he came to think of it, they danced around a relationship.
He didn·t get it. Why didn·t they just sit down and have that conversation?
Í·l play it by ear,µ he told his oldest brother. Íf she has a hard time being even that far from him, I·l send her back.µ Man, that would screw with his plans. But he wouldn·t force a woman to be where she didn·t want to be. No matter how much it suited him.
´Good enough.
Cons: Zane. Being on board his rattletrap of a boat for weeks on end. Fighting the urge to hurl over each wave.
Logan was speaking now, but Teal·s gaze kept accidental y slipping to Zane at the other end of the table. His hair fel over his forehead, and he raked it back with one lar ge, tanned hand.
The Cutters were al tal , wel over six feet three or four inches. But Zane, so much larger than life, seemed to suck al the air out of the room with his presence. He always had.
She tried to concentrate on the actual y very interesting qu estions everyone was asking Brian, but the heat of the setting sun streaming through the ceiling -to-floor windows, and the low drone of Logan·s deep voice were soporific. She longed for a cold shower and a soft bed. Not necessarily in that order.
She tried to unkink her back without being obvious and swal owed a yawn. The flight from Alabama, the unexpected overnight layover in Miami while they searched for her luggage, the rapid turnaround in Tortola to catch the helicopter to Cutter Cay ³al fol owed by walking into a meeting total y unprepared ³had left Teal feeling drained when she most needed her wits about her.
Zane didn·t remember her. She swal owed something bitter at the back of her throat. What if the enforced close proximity in a confined space triggered his memory? She chewed what was left of the top of her thumbnail. Remaining on the island presented a who le other set of complications and pitfal s. After this meeting, she·d have to go and see Sam. Another difficult man. While her father battled his il ness, she·d pick up the slack for him. It provided her with a job, albeit temporary.
And a safe place to stay. Temporarily. And some time with her only living relative ³also temporary.
She turned her body to get more comfortable, the chair fabric scratchy on her left cheek, the sun warming her right. Nick was talking about the value of priceless blue -and-white china, and Diego chimed in about gold. They wouldn·t even notice if she kept her eyes closed for just a few minutes.
She dreamed she was lying on a cool, white-sheet-draped bed as a tanned, naked man rained gold coins down on her nude body while he served her tea in a blue -and-white china cup.
Chapter 2
Logan glanced up from his notes. ´You were pretty hard on her,µ he told Zane mildly.
Teal had conked out. Several mil ion dol ars· worth of treasure was being discussed, and Zane·s mechanic/diver/soon-to-be-pain-in-the-ass was fast asleep.
The sunlight streaming through the windows made her skin glow, giving her some mu ch-needed color. She looked damned uncomfortable scrunched sideways in the chair like that.
´ Sam wants her here,µ Zane pointed out, not needing his brother to remind him he·d been a dick. He already felt like a bul y, and it wasn·t a comfortable fit. ´ I want her here. She wasn·t cracking. I did what was necessary.µ
Logan held his gaze. ´He didn·t want her to know he was the one who asked.µ
´Wel then, he·s an idiot,µ Zane told his brother without heat. ´He needs to connect with her before it·s too late.µ
Ńot our cal .µ
Í hear you.µ Zane didn·t understand how two people who were related, communicated so little. Sam and Teal had such a fucking odd relationship. And he used the word loosely.
They·d seemed like two strangers on the odd occasion he·d seen them together over the last³hel , what was it? Twenty years? And she hadn·t been back to Cutter Cay in a long time. Seemed to Zane, now that he came to think of it, they danced around a relationship.
He didn·t get it. Why didn·t they just sit down and have that conversation?
Í·l play it by ear,µ he told his oldest brother. Íf she has a hard time being even that far from him, I·l send her back.µ Man, that would screw with his plans. But he wouldn·t force a woman to be where she didn·t want to be. No matter how much it suited him.
´Good enough.
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