So she was on the wharf, then. Probably the Longwharf Marriott. She’d often wondered, walking by, what it would be like to stay there with someone glorious.
Well, now she knew.
She turned to look for the light and saw Alec for the first time. He was sitting in the chair by the door, watching her. His eyes gleamed at her from the near dark.
She screamed and would have fallen out the window if it had been open. As it was, she rapped her head a good one on the glass.
“Yes, a typical date in nearly every respect,” he said by way of greeting.
“And a good evening to you, too, dammit!”
“Morning, actually.”
“You scared thecrap out of me.” When she’d first seen him—it was a trick of the light, obviously—but his eyes had—well, had seemed to gleam in the dark, the way a cat’s did at night. Very off-putting, to say the least. “Your eyes, Jesus!”
“The better to see you with, my dear. And it’s Alec.”
“Very funny.” She leaned against the radiator, panting from the adrenaline rush. “Never do that again.”
“Sorry.” He swallowed a chuckle. “I was watching you sleep. When you got up and made such a determined beeline to the bathroom, I was afraid to do anything that might slow you down. Were you sick again, sweetie?”
“Uh, no. And about this afternoon—”
“When you—er—gifted me with your daiquiris and oysters and swordfish and hash browns andtarte tatin ?”
“Let’s never speak of it again,” she said determinedly.
He laughed, delighted, stood in such an abrupt movement if she’d blinked she’d have missed it, and crossed the room. In another moment he was holding her hands. “I’m so glad t’see you’re better,” he said with such obvious sincerity she smiled—for the first time in hours, it seemed. “I was worried.” Except in his charming brogue, it came outsae glad tae see yerrr betterrrrrr .Ai wooz worred.
“I’m pretty damned glad to be feeling better myself. God, I’ve never been so sick! I guess I’d be a terrible alcoholic,” she confessed.
“It wasna the alcohol. The doctor said it was food poisoning. I’fact this hotel is full...quite a few guests of the restaurant suffered from the oysters and are resting up because of it.”
She thought she ought to pull her hands out of his grip, but couldn’t bring herself to take the step. His hands around hers were warm—almost hot—and looking up into his unbelievable face was just too good right now. “What doctor? Was she the lady in the red dress? I remember someone in red who wouldn’t stop with the shrieking...”
Alec’s lips quirked in a smile. “Dr. Madison is a verra soft spoken woman, actually. You were just sensitive to noise while you were sick. I called her when you—uh—”
“Remember. We’re not speaking of it.”
“—became indisposed,” he finished delicately, but he wouldn’t quit smiling. “She helped me take care of you.”
“Oh.” Touched, she squeezed his hands. “Thanks, Alec. I guess I was a lucky girl to be out with you.”
“Lucky?” The smile dropped away. “It was my fault you got sick, so the least I could—”
“Your fault? Held me down and shoveled in the oysters, did you?” she said dryly. “Hardly. In case you haven’t noticed the inordinate size of my ass, I’m a girl with a healthy appetite. I got so incredibly sick because I ate so incredibly much.”
He squeezed her fingers in response. She had a sudden sense of crushing power held in check. “I adore your ass.”Ai adorrrre yuir arse. Was she crazy, or was his brogue getting thicker by the second? What had he said? That it came out when he was angry or...
Or...
She snatched her hands out of his grip. “Paws off, monkey boy. Time for me to get the hell out of here.”
“I’d prefer it if you didn’t call me that,” he said, mildly enough. “It’s quite an insult where I come from.”
“They’ve got a real mad-on against monkeys inScotland , eh? Whatever. Gotta go now, it’s been fun, buh-bye.”
“Can’t go.” He folded his arms across his chest and smirked at her. “Your clothes were quite ruined in the incident-that-shall-ne’er-be-named.”
For the first time, she realized she was wearing a flannel nightgown. It had a demure lace collar which scratched her chin, and the hem fell about three inches past her toes.How could she not have noticed this before? She’d just used the bathroom, for God’s sake. Sure, she’d had to pee so bad nothing else had registered, but...she made a quick grab and found shewas wearing her old panties beneath the gown. Whew!
His eyebrows arched while she groped herself, but he wisely said nothing. “The doctor said you needed rest and quiet until you—er—purged your—”
“Oh, Christ.”
“Anyway.” He turned brisk. “I had the staff send up something for you to sleep in.”
Any thoughts he was embarked on sinister seduction fled as she fingered the gray flannel. She felt like an extra onThe Little House on the Prairie. “Thanks.” She smiled in spite of herself. “Flannel?”
He shrugged. “It’s cold where I come from. I wanted you to be comfortable.”
“And I am,” she assured him with a straight face. “But I would be more comfortable if I got the hell out of a stranger’s hotel room.”
“Stranger?” He grinned at her, all devil and mischief. “After all we’ve been through today? Shame!”
She laughed; she couldn’t help it. Quick as thought, his hand came up and caught one of her curls; he pulled it and watched it spring back. Uck. “Sorry.”
“Don’t, now.”
“No, really...I know, I look like Bozo the Clown on mescaline. If Bozo didn’t have red hair. And was really short. And was a woman. You should see it in the summer...giant fuzzball! Hide your children!”
He was eyeballing her hair. “I’d like to see it in the summer.”
“Okey-dokey,” she said, humoring him, “andI would love to see my uniform. I can wear my Santa suit on the subway home.”
“At two o’clock in the morning? Alone?” He sounded mortally offended. “I think not. Besides...” His voice became sly. “Aren’t you hungry?”
Hungry! Oh, God, no one in the history of Santa bellin’ for bucks had ever been this hungry. She actually swayed on her feet at the thought of eating.
“That’s my girl. Let’s call room service. Anything you want.”
“I’ll have to get my wallet—”
He frowned forbiddingly. “Do not get your wallet.”
“Fine, we’ll fight about it later. Where’s the menu? God, I could eat acow .”
“I know the feeling.”
She ordered a steakau jus , rare, with mashed potatoes and gravy and broccoli and half a loaf of wild rice bread. “This is going to be really expensive,” she warned him. “Are you sure I can’t...?”
“Quite sure. It’s such a relief to be with a woman who eats.” He sat beside her on the bed and sighed. “I’ll never understand the American custom of starvation. You’re the richest country in the world and the women don’t eat.”
“Hey, not guilty. As you can see by the size of my ass.”
“Tempting. Let’s see how well you do with your dinner first.”
She glanced uncertainly at him, caught his low-lidded look. It seemed incredible, but the man was actually turned on at the thought of her non-toned ass. His words hadn’t been enough to convince her, but his thickening brogue was telling.
It was all very strange. Not to mention marvelous. And oh-so-slightly alarming.
Chapter Five
She did very well. Polished it all off, then ordered ice cream. He watched in pure delight. And thanked God again he was nowhere near his Change.
Keeping his hands—and mouth!—to himself was beginning to be a sore task. It hadn’t been a problem when she’d been so miserably ill, but she was obviously feeling better...he could hardly talk to her; his tongue felt thick in his mouth. She was just so—just so adorable, alive and sexy and fragrant. When he’d tugged on one of her glossy curls, it had taken nearly everything he had to keep from plunging both hands in her hair and taking her mouth.
He’d been wild with worry for her, hadn’t left her side for a moment since she threw up her lunch on his shoes. He was going to see that chef’s head on a pike—or his name on a termination slip—before the sun set again.
“That’s better,” she sighed, patting her mouth with a napkin. It was a lovely mouth; wide-lipped and generous. When she smiled, the upper lip formed a sorceress’s bow. He had to concentrate very hard onnot sucking that lip into his mouth. “Now. About my imminent departure. Not that you haven’t been a perfect gentleman. Because you have. Yes, indeedy! But, bottom line, I haven’t known you for twenty hours.” She stood and began pacing. “So I’m definitely not sleeping in your hotel room. Anymore, I mean.”
“S’don’t sleep,” he teased, catching her hand and pulling her toward him. Her dark gaze caught him, held him. A line appeared between her eyebrows as she frowned. He kissed the line.
“Now listen here, Grabby McGee...ah!”
He kissed the sweet slope of her neck. And was lost. He might not have been, had she not instinctively leaned into the caress of his mouth. He reached up, found the soft splendor of her hair, and caught her mouth with his. She smelled like surprise and vanilla bean ice cream.
“Oh, God,” she said, almost groaned, into his mouth. “You’re like a dream. The best dream I ever had.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
“What? I’m sorry, your accent—” She giggled and kissed his chin. “It’s so thick I can barely understand you. Which, by the way, I’ll take as a compliment to my own massive sexiness.”
