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Chapter Eight

  And he'd stay out of her way, Sloan promised himself. The woman had fuddled his brain long enough.

  He stood out on the terrace off his bedroom, trying to enjoy the balmy May evening. He'd left The Towers as soon as it had been possible. Oh, he'd done his duty, he thought. Amanda wasn't the only one who could do what was expected of her. With the help of Suzanna and the children, he'd decorated the newly-weds' car. A smile plastered on his face, he'd tossed the rice. He'd even given Coco his handkerchief when her own proved inadequate for her happy tears. He'd waited with a worried Lilah until Fred had given his first groggy bark.

  Then he'd gotten the hell out of there.

  She didn't need him. The fact that he hadn't realized until now just how much he needed her to need him didn't make it any easier. Here he was, waiting to sweep her off her feet, and she was chasing after thieves or making dates with guys named William.

  Well, he was through making a fool of himself over her.

  She had a job to do, and so did he. She had a life to live, and so did he. It was time he put things back in perspective. A man had to be crazy to think about saddling himself with an ornery, my-way-or-nothing female. A sane man wanted a nice, calm woman who'd give him some peace after a long day, not one who riled him up every time he took a breath.

  So, he'd put Amanda Calhoun out of his mind and be a happier man for it. "Sloan. "

  With one hand still braced on the railing, he turned. She was in the doorway, her fingers linked tight together. She'd changed the silk dress for a crisp cotton blouse and slacks. Very streamlined, very simple and certainly not sexy enough to make his heart start jumping as it was now.

  "I knocked," she began, then with an uneasy movement of her shoulders, stepped onto the terrace. "I was afraid you wouldn't let me in, so I got a pass key. "

  "Isn't that against the rules?"

  "Yes. I'm sorry, but I couldn't talk to you at home. I didn't even think I wanted to. Then after the police came and went, and everything was as close to normal as it gets, I couldn't settle down. " She let out a long breath. Obviously he wasn't going to say anything to make it easier. He was just going to stand there, his white dress shirt unbuttoned and pulled out of the tuxedo pants, his feet bare and his eyes watchful. "I guess I'm not comfortable with unfinished business. "

  "All right. " After lighting a cigar, he leaned back on the railing. "Finish it. "

  "It isn't as simple as that. " A wayward breeze fluttered her hair. She shook it back impatiently. "I was upset and angry before - about there being someone in the house. My house. I know you were concerned and I was very abrupt with you. And after I'd calmed down some I realized you were hurt that I hadn't asked you to help. "

  He blew out smoke. "I'll get over it. "

  "It's just that - " She broke off to pace the narrow width of the balcony. No, he wasn't going to make it easier. "I'm used to handling things myself. I've always been the one who's been able to find the logical solution, or the straightest route. It's part of my makeup. When something needs to be done, I do it. I have to, I guess. It's not as though I don't ever want help. It's just. . . it's just that I'm more used to being asked for it, than asking for it myself. "

  "One of the things I admire about you, Amanda, is the way you get things done. " His eyes stayed on hers as he took a long, contemplative drag. "Why don't you tell me what you're going to do about me?"

  "I don't know what to do. " When her voice rose, she struggled to calm it and started moving again. "I don't like that I always know what to do if I reason it out long enough. But no matter how much I think it all through, I can't find an answer. "

  "Maybe that's because two and two don't always make four. "

  "But they should," she insisted. "They always have for me. All I know is that you make me feel. . . different than I've ever felt before. It scares me. " When she whirled back, her eyes were wide and dark with anger. "I know it's easy for you, but not for me. "

  "Easy for me?" he repeated. "You think this is easy for me?" In two furious motions, he tossed the cigar onto the terrace and ground it out. "I've been on slow burn since the minute I laid eyes on you. That isn't easy on a man, Amanda, believe me. "

  Because she found it hard to breathe, her voice came out in a whisper. "No one's ever wanted me the way you do. That frightens me. " She pressed her lips together. "I've never wanted anyone the way I want you. That terrifies me. "

  He reached out to snag her hand by the wrist. "Don't expect to say that to me, or look at me the way you look right now, then ask me to let you go. "

  While panic and excitement warred inside her, she shook her head. "That's not what I'm asking. " "Then spell it out. "

  "Damn it, Sloan, I don't want you to be reasonable. I don't want to think. I want you to make me stop thinking, right now. " On a moan, she threw her arms around him, pressed her lips to his and took exactly what she wanted.

  There was fear. She was afraid she was taking a giant step off the edge of a very steep cliff.

  There was exhilaration. She was taking that step with her eyes wide open.

  And he was with her, all the way. His body was free-falling with hers, caught in the crosswinds, soaring on the current.

  "Sloan - "

  "Don't say a word. " His arms locked tight around her as he pressed his mouth to her throat. The pulse hammering there matched exactly the rhythm of his own. That was what he wanted. That unity. He realized he'd never found it with another woman. "Not a word. Just come inside. "

  He led her from the balcony to the bedroom, leaving the door open to let in the sunset and the scent of water and flowers. He touched her hair first, watching his own fingers tangle and stroke. Then softly, a whispering touch, his lips on hers. No, he didn't want words from her, because he wasn't certain he could ever find the right ones to tell her what was in his heart. But he could show her.

  Unsteady, she braced her hands on his chest. She didn't want to be weak now, but strong. Yet as those lips roamed over her face, she trembled.

  Very slowly, barely touching her, he unbuttoned her blouse and slid it from her shoulders. Beneath was a white cotton chemise that made him smile. He should have known that beneath her practical clothes his Amanda would have more practicality. Watching her, he unhooked her slacks so that they slipped to the floor. When she reached out, he took her hands.

  "No, just let me touch you. Let me see what it does to you. "

  Helpless, she closed her eyes as his fingers skimmed, lightly tracing the curve of her breasts. As if she were fashioned of the most delicate glass, he swept those fingertips over her. Elegantly erotic, the fragile caress had the blood rushing under skin, heating it, sensitizing it until she thought she might die from sheer pleasure.

  Her head fell back, a shuddering moan escaped as he continued those lazy explorations with patient, gentle hands. He saw the dark delight flicker over her face, felt it shivering through her body. As excitement rioted through him, he circled his thumbs in a whispering touch over the nipples that strained against the cotton. Then his tongue replaced his hands and she gripped frantically at his shoulders for balance.

  "Please. . . I can't. . . "

  Now she was falling fast and hard, but he was there to catch her. When her knees gave way, he lifted her, cradling her in his arms, covering her mouth with his before laying her on the bed.

  "Nobody," she murmured against his lips. "Nobody's ever made love to me like this. "

  "I'm just getting started. "

  He was true to his word. With a leisurely pace he took her places she had never been, had her lingering there before gently urging her on. With each touch he opened doors always firmly locked, then left them wide so that light and wind tunneled through. Each time she arched against him, shuddering, he soothed her until she floated down again.

  Her taste was enough. Honey here, whiskey there, then as delicate as spun sugar. He filled himself with it, nibblin
g her skin. Down her arms, her throat, those long, lovely legs. Whenever he was tempted to hurry, to take his own release, he found himself greedy for one more taste.

  He skimmed his hands up her ribs, pushing her shirt up, then over her head. At last, at long last, he sampled the smooth skin of her breast. Her hands were in his hair, pressing him closer as colors seemed to shatter behind her eyes.

  Slow burn. Is that what he'd said? she wondered frantically as his clever mouth inched lower, still lower. She understood now, now when her body was on fire from the inside, heating degree by degree. The sparks were shooting through her, little pinpoints of unspeakable pleasure as ancient as the first stars that winked to life in the sky beyond the window.

  He was tugging the last barrier aside, and she could do nothing but writhe under his hands, the breath sobbing in her lungs.

  When he flicked his tongue over her, she arched against him, her hands grabbing at the bedspread in taut fists. Sensations hammered her, too fast, too sharp. She struggled to separate them, but they were one wild maze without beginning or end.

  Did she know she was calling out his name over and over? he wondered. Did she know that her body was moving in that slow, sinuous rhythm, as if he were already inside her? He slid up her gradually, savoring each instant, absorbing each ache, each need, each longing. Her eyes fluttered open, dark and dazed.

  She could only see his face, so close to hers - his eyes so intense.

  Gracefully her arms lifted to brush his shirt aside, to touch as thoroughly as she had been touched. She rose to him, to press her lips to his chest, to glide them up to his throat The light grew dimmer, softer. The breeze quieted. In an easy dance she moved over him, undressing him, needing to show him what he had done to her heart as well as her body. Her lips curved against his flesh as she felt him tremble as she had trembled. The glory flowed through her like water, clear and bright, so that when her arms came around him, when her mouth opened willingly beneath his, she let it pour into the kiss.

  With a murmuring sigh, he slid into her. Her breath caught, then released gently. They moved together, the pace deliberately slow, deliciously easy. The sweetness brought tears to her eyes that he kissed away.

  Gradually sweetness became heat, and heat a fresh burning. As passion misted her vision, she felt his fingers link with hers, holding tight as she rode to the top of the crest. His name tumbled from her lips as he swept to the peak with her.

  He lay with his lips pressed against her throat, still haunted by the taste of her. Beneath him she was quiet, her breathing deep and steady. He wondered if she slept, and started to ease his weight aside. But her arms slid up and around him again.

  "Don't. " Her voice was a husky whisper that sent his blood singing again. "I don't want it to end yet. "

  To satisfy them both, he rolled, reversing positions. Her hair brushed his cheek, a small thing that gave him tremendous happiness. "How's that?"

  "Nice. " She nuzzled her cheek against his. "It was all really, really nice. " "Is that the best you can do?"

  "Umra. For right now. I don't think I've ever been this relaxed in my life. "

  "Good. " Taking her hair in his hand, he pulled her head back to study her face. "It's getting too dark to see. " Reaching over, he switched on the light.

  Amanda brought up a hand to shield her eyes. "Why'd you do that?" "Because I want to see you when we make love again. "

  "Again?" Chuckling, she dropped her head onto his shoulder. "You've got to be kidding. "

  "No, ma'am. I figure I might just get my fill of you by sunup. "

  Feeling deliriously lazy, she snuggled against him. "I can't stay the night. "

  "Wanna bet?"

  "No, really. " She arched like a cat when he stroked her back. "I wish I could, but I've got a whole list of things to do in the morning. Oh. . . " She shivered under his touch. "You've got such wonderful hands. Wonderful," she murmured as she lost herself in a long, dreamy kiss.

  "Stay. "

  Her body shuddered as she felt him harden inside her. "Maybe for just a little while longer. "

  Drifting awake, she shifted. On a contented sigh, she reached out. Reluctantly she opened her eyes. Bright sunlight flooded the room, and she was alone in bed. Pushing her tumbled hair back, she sat up.

  He'd gotten his way, she thought with a half smile. She had stayed the night, and he hadn't gotten enough of her - or she of him - until sunup.

  It had been, she admitted freely, the most magnificent night of her life. And where the hell was Sloan?

  On cue, he walked in, pushing a room service cart. "Morning. "

  "Good morning. " She smiled, though she felt awkward with him dressed and her still naked and in bed.

  "I ordered us some breakfast. " Sensing her dilemma, he plucked up a white terry-cloth robe from a chair. "Compliments of the Bay Watch," he said as he handed it to her, then leaned over a bit farther to give her a leisurely kiss. "Why don't we eat on the terrace?"

  "That'd be nice. Give me a minute. "

  When she joined him outside, there were plates set on the pale azure cloth, and a single rose in a clear vase. It touched her deeply that he would take as much care with the morning as he had with the night.

  "You think of everything. "

  "Just of you. " He grinned as he sat across from her. "We can look at this like a first date, since I never could convince you to have a meal with me before. "

  "No. " Her gaze lowered as she poured coffee for both of them. "I guess you couldn't. " Picking up her napkin, she began to pleat it with her fingers. They were having breakfast, she thought, after a long night of feasting. And they'd never even ridden in the same car, shared a pizza, talked on the phone.

  It was idiotic, she told herself. It was scary.

  "Sloan, I realize this might sound stupid at this stage, but I. . . I don't make a habit of spending the night with men in hotel rooms. I'm not usually intimate with someone I've known such a short time. "

  "You don't have to tell me that. " He closed a hand over hers until she looked at him. "It's been a fast trip for both of us. Maybe it's because what happened between us is special. I'm in love with you, Amanda. No, don't pull away. " He tightened his grip. "Normally I'm a patient man, but I have to work hard on it with you. I'm going to do my best to give you time. "

  "If I said I was in love with you - '' she let out a cleansing breath " - what would happen next?"

  In his eyes, something flickered and sent her already unsteady pulse jumping. "Sometimes you can't work out the answers first. You've got to be willing to gamble. "

  "I've never been much of a gambler. " She bit her lip, determined to get over that last skip of fear. "I wouldn't have come here last night if I hadn't been in love with you. "

  He lifted her hand to press his lips to the palm. Over it, he smiled at her. "I know. "

  The laugh was as much from relief as amusement. "You knew, but you just had to hear me say it. "

  "That's right. " His eyes were suddenly very sober. "I had to hear you say it. Women aren't the only ones who need words, Amanda. "

  No, she thought, they weren't "I love you, but I'm still a little scared of it. I'd like to take it slow, one step at a time. "

  "Fair enough. We can start by having our first date before the eggs get cold. "

  At ease, she buttered a piece of toast and split it with him. "You know, as long as I've worked here, I've never sat on one of those terraces and looked out at the bay. "

  "Never snuck into an empty room and played guest?" He laughed. "No, you wouldn't. You wouldn't even think about it. So, how does it,feel, seeing it from the other side of the desk?"

  "Well, the bed's comfortable, the hotel robes are roomy and the view's wonderful. " There was laughter in her eyes, contented, easy laughter. "However, at The Towers Retreat, we'll offer all that and more. Private spas, romantic fireplaces, complimentary champagne with each reservation - I ha
ve to run that by Trent - cordon bleu meals prepared by

  Coco, world-renowned chef, all in a turn-of-the-century setting, complete with ghosts and a legendary hidden treasure. " She rested her chin on her hand. "Unless we manage to get our hands on the emeralds before we open. "

  "Do you really believe they still exist?"

  "Yes. Oh, not with any of the mystic business Aunt Coco or Lilah subscribe to. It's simple logic. They did exist. If anyone in the family had sold them, it would have come out. Therefore, they still exist. A quarter of a million in jewels doesn't just disappear. "

  His brow lifted. "They're that valuable?"

  "Oh, probably more so by now - that's not even counting the aesthetic or intrigue value. "

  It changed the complexion of things for him entirely. "So what we've got is five women and two kids, who've been living alone in a house loaded with antiques, plus a fortune in jewels. And no security system. "

  She frowned a little. "It's not exactly loaded with antiques since we've had to sell off a lot over the years. And there's never been a problem. It's not as though any of us are helpless. "

  "I know. Calhoun women can take care of themselves. I'm beginning to think that besides being tough, they're stupid. "

  "Now, wait a minute - "

  "No, you wait. " To emphasize the point, he poked his fork at her. "First thing in the morning, we're going to see about an alarm system. "

  She'd already decided the same thing herself after yesterday's incident. But that didn't mean he could tell her to. "You're not going to start taking over my life. "

  "So, to be stubborn, you'll ignore the obvious, because I brought it up, and take a chance that someone might break in and hurt one of the kids. "

  "Don't put words in my mouth," she tossed back. "I've been checking into alarms for the past two weeks. "

  "Why didn't you just say so?"

  "Because you were too busy handing out orders. " She might have said more, but the horn on one of the tourist boats distracted her. "What time is it?"

  "About one. "

  "One?" Her eyes went huge. "In the afternoon? That's not possible, we just got up. "

  "It's real possible when you don't get to sleep until morning. "

  "I've got a million things to do. " She was already pushing back from the table. "All that mess from the wedding has to be cleaned up. Trent's father was coming for brunch two hours ago, and William's coming by at three. "

  "Hold it. " That brought him out of his chair. "You're not still going to see him?"

  "Mr. St. James? He'll be gone by now. I can't believe I was so rude. "

  "William," he corrected, snagging her arm. "The attractive, intelligent man you had dinner with the other night. "

  "William? Well, of course I'm going to see him. " "No. " He tugged her closer. "You're not. "

  The dangerous light in his eyes set off one in her own. "I just told you you weren't going to take over my life. "

  "I don't give a damn what you told me. There's no way in hell I'm going to let you waltz out of my bed and on to a date with another man. "

  With a little huff, she pulled her arm free. "You don't let me do anything. Get that straight. Next, it isn't a date. William Livingston is an antique dealer and I promised him I would show him through The Towers. He gets a busman's holiday, and I get a free assessment. Now move. " She shoved past and headed for the shower. Muttering all the way, she slipped off the robe. She'd just finished adjusting the water temperature, stepping in and shutting the curtain when it was yanked open again.

  "Damn it, Sloan!" She slicked the wet hair out of her eyes and glared. "He's an antique dealer?"

  "That's what I said. "

  "And he wants to look at furniture?" "Exactly. "

  He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops. "I'm going with you. "

  "Fine. " With a careless shrug, she picked up the soap and began to lather her shoulders. "Be a possessive bubblehead. "

  "Okay. "

  Telling herself she wasn't amused, she glanced over to see him pulling off his shirt. "What are you doing?"

  Grinning, he tossed it aside. "I'll give you three guesses. A sharp lady like you should get it in one. "

  She bit back a chuckle as he unsnapped his jeans. "I don't have time for

  water games right now. "

  "Oh, I think we can sneak it in just under the wire. "

  "Maybe. " She squeezed the wet soap between her hands and shot it at him, nodding approval when he caught it, chest high. "If you wash my back first. "

  Before stepping from his car, Livingston checked his microrecorder and the tiny camera in his pocket. He was very fond of technology and felt that the sophisticated equipment lent an air of elegance to the job. Since the moment he'd read about the Calhoun emeralds, he'd been obsessed by them, more than any other jewels he'd stolen in his long career. He was considered by Interpol, and indeed by himself, to be one of the most clever and elusive thieves on two continents.

  The emeralds presented a challenge he couldn't resist. They weren't tucked in a vault or displayed in a museum. They weren't adoring some rich matron's neck. They were lying in wait somewhere in the odd old house, daring someone to find them. He intended to be that someone.

  Though he wasn't opposed to employing violence in his work, he used it sparingly. He was sorry he'd had to use it on Amanda the day before, but he was much sorrier that she'd interrupted his search.

  His own fault, he chided himself as he walked to the front door of The Towers. He'd been impatient and had decided that the wedding would be the perfect diversion, giving him the time and the privacy he required to case the interior of the house. Today, however, he would wander those rooms as a guest.

  He might have been a thief from the South Side of Chicago, but when he put on a two-thousand-dollar suit, a trace of a British accent and polished manners, even the most discriminating invited him into their parlors.

  He knocked and waited. The barking of the dog answered first, and Livingston's eyes hardened. He detested dogs, and the little bugger inside had nearly nipped him before he'd managed to give it a dose of phenobarbital.

  When Coco answered the door, Livingston's eyes were clear and his charming smile already in place.

  "Mr. Livingston, how nice to see you again. " Coco started to offer a hand, then found it more judicious to grasp Fred's collar before the dog could leap at the man's calf. "Fred, stop that now. Mind your manners. " Holding the snarling dog at bay, Coco offered a weak smile. "He really is a very gentle animal. He never acts like this, but he had an incident yesterday and isn't himself. " After gathering Fred into her arms, she called for Lilah. "Let's go into the parlor, shall we?"

  "I hope I'm not intruding on your Sunday, Mrs. McPike. I couldn't resist persuading Amanda to show me through your fascinating house. "

  "We're delighted to have you. " Though she was becoming more disconcerted by the moment as Fred continued to snarl and snap. "Amanda's not here yet, though I can't think what's keeping her. She's always so prompt. "

  Lilah gave a half laugh as she came down the steps. "I can think exactly what's keeping her. " There was no humor in her eyes as she studied their guest. "Hello again, Mr. Livingston. "

  "Miss Calhoun. " He didn't care for the way she looked at him, as though she could see straight through the slick outer trappings to the ruthlessness inside.

  "Fred's a bit high-strung today. " With a quick pleading look, Coco passed the growling pup to Lilah. "Why don't you take him in the kitchen?" Her hands fluttered before she patted her hair. "Perhaps some herbal tea would soothe him. "

  "I'll take care of him. " Lilah started down the hall, murmuring to the puppy, "I don't like him, either, Fred. Why do you suppose that is?"

  "Well then. " Relieved, Coco smiled again. "How about some sherry? You can enjoy it while I show you a particularly nice japanned cabinet. It's Charles II, I believe. "

  "I'd be d
elighted. " He was also delighted to note that she was wearing an excellent set of pearls with matching earrings.

  When Amanda arrived twenty minutes later, with Sloan stubbornly at her side, she found her aunt telling Livingston the family history while they admired an eighteenth-century credenza.

  "William, I'm so sorry I'm late. "

  "Don't be. " Livingston took one look at Sloan and. concluded his entryway to The Towers wouldn't be Amanda after all. "Your aunt has been the most charming and informative of hostesses. "

  "Aunt Coco knows more about the furnishings than any of us," she told him. "This is Sloan O'Riley. Sloan is the architect who's designing the renovations. "

  "Mr. O'Riley. " The handshake was brief. Sloan had already taken a dislike to the three-piece-suited, sherry-sipping antique dealer. "The work here must present quite a challenge. " "Oh, I'm getting by. "

  "I was just telling William how slow and tedious the job of sifting through all those old papers is. Not at all the exciting treasure the press makes it out to be. " Coco beamed. "But I've decided to hold another seance. Tomorrow night, the first night of the new moon. "

  Amanda struggled not to groan. "Aunt Coco, I'm sure William isn't interested. "

  "On the contrary. " He turned all his charm on Coco while a plan formed in his mind. "I'd love to attend myself, if I didn't have pressing business. "

  "The next time then. Perhaps you'd like to go upstairs - ''

  Before she could finish, Alex burst through the terrace doors, followed by a speeding Jenny and a laughing Suzanna. All three had dirt streaked on their hands and jeans. Eyes narrowed, Alex skidded to a halt in front of Livingston.

  "Who's that?" he demanded.

  "Alex, don't be a brat. " Suzanna snagged his hand before he could spread any of his dirt over the buff-colored tailored pants. "I'm sorry," she began. "We've been in the garden. I made the mistake of mentioning ice cream. "

  "Don't apologize. " Livingston forced his lips to curve. If he disliked anything more than dogs, it was small, grubby children. "They're. . . lovely. "

  Suzanna squeezed her son's hand before he could resort to violence at the term. "No, they're not," she said cheerfully. "But we're stuck with them. We'll just get out of your way. " As she dragged them off to the kitchen, Alex shot a last look over his shoulder.

  "He has mean eyes," he told his mother.

  "Don't be silly. " She tousled his hair. "He was just annoyed because you almost ran into him. "

  But Alex looked solemnly at Jenny, who nodded. "Like the snake on RikkiTikki-Tavi. "

  "You move, I strike," Alex said in a fair imitation of the evil cartoon voice.

  "Okay, guys, you're giving me the creeps. " She laughed off the quick shiver. "The last one in the kitchen has to wash the bowls. " She gave them a head start while she rubbed the chill from her arms.