Seducing Nell. Sandra FieldЧитать онлайн книгу.
what if I say St. John’s?” The capital city was an eight—hour drive from the barrens.
“You were headed south if you got out when you first saw the barrens. The options are therefore limited. Caplin Bay, St Swithin’s, Salmon River, Drowned Island…that’s about it.”
She liked matching wits with him, Nell realized breathlessly. “Where are you going?”
“Caplin Bay.”
She bit her lip. Wendell had been going to Caplin Bay and now Kyle was. Maybe it was time she went there, too. After all, she didn’t have to take the coastal boat for Mort Harbour right away. She could camp in Caplin Bay for a couple of days. Try to plan some kind of strategy.
With a sense of taking a momentous step, she said, “I’m going to Caplin Bay, too.”
“Good,” Kyle said briskly. “Let’s go.”
But as he half turned away from her, putting his weight on his left knee, it buckled under him. His features convulsed; his harsh intake of breath echoed in Nell’s ears. She grabbed for him, bracing herself against the nearest rock, aware for the second time of the lean length of his body. As though he resented her help, he pushed himself upright and shook free of her.
“Say it,” Nell said. “You’ll feel better.”
“You don’t let up, do you?” he said nastily.
“Would you rather I had hysterics? Or fluttered around you doing the helpless—female act?” Nell wrung her hands, batted her lashes—which were thick and dark and one of her better points—and simpered, “Oh, Kyle, where does it hurt?”
He gave a reluctant laugh. “Okay, okay. Unfortunately, I’ve used up my entire stock of French. And my mother’d be horrified if she ever found out I’d sworn at you in English.”
“German can be very expressive. I’ll teach you, if you like. Sounds to me like you could use a few more good cusswords.”
Gingerly, Kyle placed both feet on a patch of smooth granite and straightened to his full height. “For once, we’re in complete agreement.”
“We have all the way to Caplin Bay,” Nell said. He was over six foot, broad shouldered and narrow of hip. Dark hair, dark brows, dark eyes, and a dark past, too, unless she was very much mistaken. If she was smart, she’d head for St. John’s and not Caplin Bay. Then, uncannily, he responded with a similar train of thought.
“You know what? I can’t say I’ve ever met a woman quite like you.”
“My mother always said I was mouthy.”
Something must have shown in her face. He said gently, “Is she no longer living?”
“She died four months ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
He had invested the phrase with genuine feeling. She wouldn’t cry. Not here. Not now. Not in front of a stranger. “Let’s go,” she muttered.
“Perhaps you could use a few of those cusswords yourself.” As she glanced up, her eyes liquid with unshed tears, Kyle took an awkward step toward her, brushing her lids with his fingers, then smoothing her hair back from her face. “You have beautiful hair,” he said thickly. “Where it catches the sun, it shines like copper.”
Quite suddenly, the level of emotion was too much for Nell. She tilted her chin and said, “It’s awful hair—dead straight and too fine. That’s why I keep it bundled up.”
He said evenly, “It’s beautiful hair, Nell.”
As he tucked a strand into her braid, his fingers brushing her neck, she couldn’t hide her involuntary shiver of response. Terrified for the second time in their all—toobrief acquaintance, she said meanly, “Guess what? The wolfs just made a reappearance in Newfoundland.”
He flinched, and with bitter regret she knew she had cheapened his gesture beyond repair. He said in a hard voice, “Let’s get the hell out of here. You go first.”
And don’t offer to help…He hadn’t said that, but he hadn’t needed to. The look on his face had said it for him.
Nell adjusted her haversack over her shoulder and clambered out of the hollow where the tamaracks were waving their feather—green branches in the breeze. Not even looking around to see if Kyle was following her, passionately wishing her words unsaid, she headed for the little stream that she’d crossed on the way up.
AS NELL tramped along, she could hear Kyle following her across the barrens. Why should she be surprised that she had reacted to him with such terror? Hadn’t her mother spent years instilling a fear of men in her?
Not men, Nell. Sex.
With the result that Nell, who was twenty—six years old, who loved a good party and who had dated men all the way from France to Italy, was still a virgin.
Scowling, she clumped her way through the laurel and Labrador tea, blind to their beauty. Her virginity, so oldfashioned, so anachronistic, was a close—held secret. Probably still would be when she was eighty, she brooded irritably, swatting at a mosquito on her wrist
“Nell—look at the eagle!”
Startled, she turned around. Kyle was several feet behind her, pointing into the sky. She looked up and saw a great dark wingspan outlined against the blue as the eagle rode the thermals, its tail and head as white as the scattered clouds. She found the bird in her binoculars, almost certain she could see the hooked golden bill, and a few minutes later heard Kyle join her. She let the binoculars drop and looked right at him. “I’m sorry, Kyle,” she said. “I shouldn’t have made that crack about wolves.”
Absently, he rubbed his left thigh. “It was a cheap shot”
“Mmm…nothing like sighting an eagle for making one’s shortcomings obvious.”
He grinned at her. “Let’s agree on something. I’m not a psychopath and you’re not a bitch.”
She hauled out her water bottle. “I’ll drink to that” She took a big gulp and passed him the bottle. As he tipped back his head and drank, she let her eyes wander from his throat muscles down his chest to his taut belly, then the length of his legs in their faded, close—fitting jeans. Beware, said her mother’s voice. He’s as beautiful as the eagle, Nell thought And quite possibly as wild. “How’s the knee?” she asked in a carefully neutral tone.
“It’s been better.” He passed back the bottle. “Thanks, Nell.”
“I could lend an arm, you know.”
“I can manage.”
The grimness was back in his face. She didn’t know what it meant and already she hated it “Are there many eagles around here?” she asked.
“They’re making a comeback, yeah.”
“It’s the first one I’ve seen—thanks for pointing it out”
She picked out what looked like the easiest way back to the road and started out again, going more slowly this time. Ten minutes later, she dug her toes into the gravel of the ditch and was back on the tarmac.
She turned and held out her hand; after the briefest of pauses, Kyle took it, and she hauled him up the slope. He was rubbing his thigh again, tiny beads of sweat at his hairline. She said brightly, “Sunsets must be spectacular here.”
“You don’t have to be so damned tactful,” he grated. “Where’s your gear?”
She had been so intent on Kyle’s footsteps behind her that her backpack had not once crossed her mind. Blushing, Nell muttered, “I forgot about it—I’ll