Nerd In Shining Armor Part 8

Ed chuckled. "Nick's tough to pin down sometimes. Say, when are you coming over for another round of golf?"

"When my game's in better shape," Matt said, trying to sound jovial. "I can't take the humiliation."

"Come over anyway. You can play from the women's tees."

"Thanks a whole h.e.l.l of a lot. Listen, I have to run. I'll check with Nick and make sure he gets back to you."

"Fine. See ya."

"Right." Matt hung up the phone and stood staring at it while he tried to think what he was going to say to Annabelle.

She beat him to it. "They didn't ever get there, did they?"

He looked up. Her eyes shone huge and bright in a face gone deathly pale.

"I'm sure they're there," he said.

"But-"

"For some reason he didn't go to the meeting, that's all." He didn't want to discuss the reason unless she was sharp enough to pick up on it.

"Call the Maui airport."

He ran a hand over his face. And the day had started out so well, too. "Look, I don't think that's necessary." He could also imagine why Genevieve hadn't called. Nick had been keeping her too busy.

"Then I will." She was on her feet before he knew it and reaching for his desk phone.

"The plane flight isn't the problem, d.a.m.n it!"

She hesitated, her hand hovering over the phone, and stared at him.

He sighed. Might as well get it out in the open. "The reason you haven't heard from your daughter is that Nick flew them to Maui, checked them in to a hotel room, and . . . well, you should be able to figure out the rest."

"Tarnation! Do you think I have feathers for brains? I know good and well she went over there to have s.e.x with that rooster!"

His jaw dropped. The cultured tone was gone, and in its place was something right out of The Dukes of Hazzard.

"I know perfectly well what that scalawag was up to, him and his fancy little black car," she barreled on. "But no matter what they've been doing all morning, she would have figured out some way to call me."

What little patience he had left evaporated. "For G.o.d's sake, wake up and smell the coffee! Your daughter, devoted though she may be, is not going to call you in the middle of a pa.s.sionate rendezvous with a guy like Nick! Maybe things are different where you come from, but in this day and age, girls don't call their mothers during such events!" And if he was a little more outspoken than usual, it might be because he'd been uncomfortably reminded of what Celeste's mother would have thought of his own behavior last night.

"I'm wasting time." She turned and started out of the office. "I'll use somebody else's phone to call the Maui airport. They should be able to tell me if the Rainbow Systems plane landed there this morning or not."

"Annabelle, wait." Remorse hit him as he hurried after her and caught her arm before she reached the door. How could he relate to what a mother might feel at times like this? He didn't even have a father's insight. d.a.m.n, but Annabelle's skin was soft. "If I call the airport and the plane landed, will you let it go?"

She turned, her gaze stormy. "Yes."

"I know this doesn't look good, that Nick would behave this way, and I'll handle that situation when they get back."

She faced him, shaking off his grip as she did so. "Genevieve is a grown woman. Her s.e.xual decisions are her own now. I didn't like your partner when I met him this morning, but if Genevicve has to have him, that's up to her. I'm the last person who should preach to her about her choices in men. But planes scare the stuffing out of me, and I need to know she's safe."

He felt like the worst heel in the world. Most everybody had something they were afraid of. He got kind of loony about snakes. With some people it was heights, with others it was spiders. Annabelle happened to be spooked by planes. No matter what was going on between Genevieve and Nick, Genevieve should have called, knowing how her mother felt.

"I'll call right now," he said quietly.

"Thank you."

Walking back to the desk, he picked up the phone again and asked Kendra to get him the Maui airport. Once he'd found out that the plane was on the ground, he could try to make amends to Annabelle by taking her to lunch. She might turn him down, but he'd ask.

If she turned him down, he could always send her flowers. Or maybe he'd take her to lunch anil send her flowers. He was intrigued by Annabelle Terrence, who had obviously not grown up in Hawaii, or even Middle America. She might try to give that impression, but stress brought out her roots. Maybe over lunch he'd find out more about her.

Only one tiny detail prevented him from proceeding with that plan. The folks at the airport said that the Rainbow Systems plane was not there.

Jack was a fast-food kind of guy. Fruits and veggies were okay once in a while, but this guava tree that Gen seemed so excited about didn't do much for him. Maybe if he'd had a knife to cut them in half they'd have looked more appetizing, but they were kind of mangled by the time he'd used a rock to get them open and they looked sort of like puke. He made his way through a couple of the things, because at least they gave him some liquid and he was getting thirsty.

They'd found a spot in the shade where a ledge of lava rock hung slightly over the beach. Gen had taken off the jacket to her dress and was sitting cross-legged on that, and he'd done the same with his s.h.i.+rt.

She looked d.a.m.ned good without her jacket, and watching her suck on those guavas was an experience in itself.

Then there was the matter of the way she was sitting. She had her skirt tucked modestly around her, but still, her thighs were spread, and his imagination was running overtime considering what lay between them. All in all, he didn't regret this experience, a.s.suming they were rescued in a few hours.

"What I wouldn't give for a comb," Gen said as she tossed another guava rind out into the waves.

"What I wouldn't give for a McDonald's." Jack threw his rind and was gratified that it went a little farther out than hers. She had a darned good throwing arm for a woman. Normally he didn't care about such things, but he was getting into this manly man stuff and he liked having an edge.

"And my nails are hopeless." She looked down at the sand. "I wonder if I could take one of those sticky rinds to glue some sand onto and file my nails with it?"

"You might want to put that creativity into figuring out how we can signal to the rescuers."

She squinted at him. "Was that some sort of crack?"

"I just think we have more pressing matters to worry about than your manicure."

"I didn't say my nails were the most important thing. I was just thinking aloud, which I'll be careful not to do in the future, because goodness, I might think about something unimportant. I'm sure you always think important thoughts."

He wondered if imagining her topless qualified as an important thought. It was occupying him quite a lot now that she'd taken off her jacket and he could watch her b.r.e.a.s.t.s jiggle when she moved.

"All right," she said. "Let's think about this rescue business. Should we get some rocks and spell out HELP on the sand?"

"We could."

"Do you think there's any chance Nick's still around here somewhere?"

He blinked. He'd been so absorbed in watching her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and thinking about how her mouth would taste with guava juice on it that he'd forgotten all about the maniac who had landed them in this predicament. "I doubt it," he said.

"Yes, but would you bet your prize rooster on it?"

He thought about that for a while and decided that if he had a prize rooster, he'd be cautious about making that bet. They might have flown east about the same distance they'd flown west, which could mean that the miniature island they were on could be the same one Brogan had used as a rendezvous point for his pickup men.

"I can see you're thinking along the same lines I was thinking," Gen said. "Nick could be sitting on another part of this island, waiting for his ride. We don't know which direction the boat's coming from, or whether they'd circle around for some reason."

"It's probably a long shot, though."

"Are you willing to take the chance?"

Jack thought about the look in Brogan's eyes when he'd delivered his last wisecrack before he'd jumped. There hadn't been a glimmer of conscience in those eyes. The man Jack had originally categorized as a self-absorbed a.s.shole had turned out to be a full-blown sociopath, a genuine Ted Bundy kind of guy.

Like Bundy, he'd perfected his facade over the years. But now that Jack had seen beneath it, he knew Brogan would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

"No," he said at last. "I'm not willing to take the chance. This island's so small and rocky, I'd bet it's uninhabited, which makes it the perfect rendezvous spot for Brogan. We'd better not try to signal anybody yet. Let's give him time to get wherever he's going."

Gen tilted her head to look up the rocky face of the cliff. "Or we could climb to the top of this place and look around to see if he's waiting somewhere on the other side. Maybe we could get the jump on him and hold on to him until the rescuers come."

That decision was easy. He wouldn't jeopardize Gen's life. "Not in my wildest dreams." Putting her life in danger was enough of a reason that he wouldn't have to admit the other one, that the very thought of going up that cliff, which was high enough to be very scary, made his stomach pitch.

"You do realize that with all that money gone, Rainbow will be in a heap of trouble," Gen said.

"Matt might have insurance on Brogan."

"He might, but we'll have to say he's not dead, so what good is insurance?"

Jack sighed. "Well, not much. And I'm sorry about that, but you know as well as I do that Matt Murphy would never want us to risk our lives for the company."

"Of course he wouldn't, but think of all the people who could lose their jobs. When I think about that, I want to find Nick Brogan and . . . and feed his jingle-jangles to the hogs!"

Jack grinned. "I wouldn't mind feeding his jingle-jangles to the hogs myself. But the guy is too dangerous to fool with. I a.s.sume his buddies, when they show up, will have more guns and be willing to follow orders. So let's sit 90 Vicki Lewis Thompson tight on this little beach until we can be reasonably sure he's gone."

Gen licked the guava juice from her mouth. "How long do you think we should wait?"

"To be on the safe side?" He had a hard time being totally logical when she moved her tongue like that and reminded him of what that tongue felt like deep inside his mouth. "If you think you can stand it, we should probably hold out until morning. Someone may come along and get us off before then, but by tomorrow morning I figure we can start trying to get some attention without having to worry about Brogan."

She nodded. "I can hold out, although I'd sure love to have my comb and some lip gloss."

Her lips looked plenty glossy to him. His problem would be spending all those hours with her without getting friendly again. "As long as we're wis.h.i.+ng for stuff, I wouldn't mind having a laptop to keep myself occupied."

"This will be good for you, to get away from that blessed computer for a change. I've been meaning to say something to you about that. You need to get out more and away from that screen. Life is about more than staring at a computer screen."

"Would this little adventure qualify as getting out?" His irritation returned. She wanted him to get out and experience things, but she wasn't exactly offering to be part of the deal. "Because if it does, I think this should hold me for about ten years. I happen to enjoy the conveniences of the modern world."

She leaned forward. "I'll bet you grew up playing video games, didn't you?"

"What if I did?"

"I just think that kids need to be outdoors, to play marbles in the dirt instead of spending their afternoons clutching some joystick. We didn't have any electricity back in the NcrJ in s.h.i.+ning Armor y Hollow, so we didn't even know about video games. But we had plenty to do."

"So I gathered." He held her gaze long enough that she began to blush.

"That wasn't what I meant. I meant we made up our own games."

"Uh-huh. At least playing video games didn't end up with girls getting pregnant at thirteen."

"I shouldn't have told you anything about that." She stood up. "I'm going down to the water to rinse my hands off."

He watched her go and wished he hadn't let his irritation get the better of him. In actuality, he was curious about her life back in Tennessee, and he'd like to hear more about it. But when she'd started ragging on his beloved video games and making him sound like a nerdy little kid with no life, he hadn't appreciated it. He had been a nerdy little kid with no life, which made him even more sensitive on the subject.

She had a nice walk with a gentle sway to her hips that was s.e.xy without being an obvious bid for attention. She wasn't trying to get his attention, anyway. He was a long way from being her fantasy man.

When she leaned over to wash her hands in the surf, he had a great view of her a.s.s, but he supposed she didn't even care if he was sitting there enjoying the show. He could be her G.o.dd.a.m.ned brother for all she cared. He probably should have made love to her when he'd had the chance, when she'd convinced herself he was a pirate. Women hardly ever got pregnant with a one-shot deal like that, so he wouldn't have been taking that big a risk.

But being the kind of guy he was, he'd had to think of that. Even if she'd been willing to spend all night doing the nasty, he wouldn't, because, oh darn, this island didn't come equipped with a condom dispenser.

She straightened and gazed out to sea, her hand shading her eyes. If she was half as blind as he was without gla.s.ses or contacts, she wouldn't be seeing much out there. But he understood the urge to scan the horizon for boats. He'd been doing it, too, whenever he wasn't admiring her b.r.e.a.s.t.s or her lips or her toes. He'd discovered a real fondness for her toes, which were especially long and elegant.

Without warning, she whirled and came running back, sand spurting from under her feet. "Jack! Jack, come look!"

He leaped up, heart hammering. "Brogan?"

"No. But I see something out in the water!" She grabbed his hand and started tugging him toward the line of surf. "I need you to come and look with your gla.s.ses."

He let himself be tugged. It was the first time he'd been able to touch her since the make-out session lying on the sand, and he loved the connection.

She stopped just short of the waterline. Still holding his hand, she pointed to something bobbing in the waves. "Can you see it?"

Sure enough, he could see something round and smooth out there. "Yeah, but I have no idea what it might be."

"Let me borrow your gla.s.ses. I think I know what it is."

He took them off and gave them to her. When she put them on, she instantly looked more serious, and he had to smile. She looked great in gla.s.ses, but she probably wouldn't think so.

"They're perfect for me!" she said with some surprise. "We must have the same prescription."

"Could be." He liked that idea. Something, at last, that they shared.

"It is!" she shouted. "It's my suitcase! Oh, Jack, would you fetch it for me?"

"Okay." He squinted in the direction she was staring. Without his gla.s.ses the round blob wasn't very distinct, but he could make it out. The thought of going back out into the water was about as appealing as having a vasectomy without anesthesia, but he would do it, for her. She didn't know it yet, but he would do anything she asked of him, on the slim chance that she'd discover that she was once again grateful for his efforts. She was a woman who really knew how to express her grat.i.tude.

Chapter 7.

Genevieve stood with the water lapping her ankles as Jack waded out into the surf in the direction of her suitcase. Her round pink suitcase! She'd been so ashamed of it this morning as she'd loaded it into Nick's trunk, and now she'd never seen such a beautiful thing in her life.

She wondered if it had stayed afloat because of its rigid construction. Nick's soft-sided suitcase might have sunk to the bottom. Come to think of it, his suitcase might have been stuffed with newspapers or rags. He couldn't have packed anything valuable in it, considering that he hadn't intended to take it with him in the first place.