Uncharted Waters Part 3

For several long seconds Drew just stood there, staring at her, wondering how he was going to get through this without doing something stupid. He tried hard not to ogle her. d.a.m.n it, he didn't want to acknowledge just how good she looked in that robe. That her legs were long and silky and shapely as h.e.l.l. Or that she painted her toenails the color of cherry ice cream.

His eyes did a slow, dangerous sweep of her. From the top of her blond head, which was clad in big rollers, past slender shoulders, a waist so narrow he could span it with his hands, all the way to her very s.e.xy toes. The robe was comfortably worn and faded to pale blue. He noticed the roundness of her bottom through the thin fabric, felt his mouth go dry.

She shouldn't have looked s.e.xy standing there wearing a threadbare robe and curlers in her hair. But she did, and the sight of her hit him between the eyes like a jet traveling at supersonic speed.

Suddenly, the kitchen seemed too small. Drew was aware of his heart drumming in his chest. The uncomfortable rush of blood to his groin that made his jeans feel two sizes too small. The slick of sweat on the back of his neck dripped down between his shoulder blades. The combination of l.u.s.t and guilt and a dozen other emotions he didn't want to name hammered at him like hailstones against gla.s.s until he thought he would shatter. He looked at her bare legs, wondered what it would be like to run his hands over the flesh, to have those legs wrapped around his waist....

Shamed that he could be having such thoughts about his best friend's widow, Drew started to back out of the room, but his hand b.u.mped the milk carton on the counter. A quick spurt of adrenaline had him reaching for it, but he wasn't fast enough to keep it from toppling.

"Kevin Myers, I thought I told you to-" Alison's words ended when she spotted him. Her eyes widened. She raised her hand to touch the curlers in her hair. Pink splotches bloomed on both cheeks. Blinking, she quickly straightened while simultaneously tugging the hem of the robe toward her knees. "Oh, Drew...h.e.l.lo. I...wasn't expecting you."

"Sorry to drop in so early." He looked over at the spilled milk and frowned. "I was...in the neighborhood."

She blinked. "Oh...well."

Spotting the roll of paper towels mounted on the underside of the cabinet above the sink, he strode over to it and tugged several off the roll. "Sorry about the milk."

She glanced toward the small puddle on the counter and waved it off. "What's a little spilled milk when Spider-Man is stuck in the toaster?"

He didn't have the slightest idea what she was talking about. It was as if his brain had taken leave the instant he'd laid eyes on her and seen all those curves and that long stretch of leg. He knew he should address the statement, but feared if he opened his mouth, he might just drool. "I should have called first," he managed to say. "You look...busy."

"I'm never too busy for you."

Another drop of sweat slid between his shoulder blades. "I'm kind of an early bird."

"I'm glad you dropped in. We didn't really get the chance to talk yesterday." She frowned down at the toaster. "I'm usually dressed by now, but Kevin tried to toast his Spider-Man action figure while I was in the shower."

Drew wasn't sure why it pleased him that she was so fl.u.s.tered. Maybe because he was, too. He turned to throw the wet paper towels away, hoping she wouldn't notice the state the sight of her had left him in. He tried to attribute his quick arousal to his lack of a social life. But he knew his feelings for Alison went deeper than that. That was one of the things that made seeing her again so hard.

"Can I give you a hand with Spider-Man?" he asked.

She glanced down at the toaster and nodded, smiling. "One search-and-rescue pilot to the rescue."

They both knew he was no longer a search-and-rescue pilot, but he didn't bother to correct her. He walked over to her, careful not to get too close, and eased the toaster from her hands. "Looks like Spider-Man's in big trouble." He looked into the slot. "I think his arm is melted onto one of the heating elements."

"I tried to cut it off, but I think there's a wire in there."

"Got needle-nose pliers?"

Biting her lip, she started for the counter. "My junk drawer is not up to its usual standard since we just moved, but I vaguely remember seeing a pair of pliers."

Of their own volition, Drew's eyes followed her as she crossed to the room and opened a drawer. There was something incredibly s.e.xy about a woman's bare feet against a tile floor. Especially when those feet were connected to long, long legs and hips that just didn't quit...

"Here you go."

Her voice jerked him from his reverie. s.h.i.+fting his weight from one foot to the other to accommodate his erection, he took the pliers from her and inserted the tip into the toaster slot to extricate the figurine. He tried hard to keep his concentration on the business at hand, but he wasn't having much success.

"Looks like we might have to bring out the heavy machinery," she said, moving a little closer as if to get a better look.

Drew glanced up to find her smiling at him and struggled to find a comeback that didn't have anything to do with velvet flesh or pretty blue eyes.

"You know," she said. "Jaws of life."

"There's an idea." Not brilliant by any stretch of the imagination, but at least he wasn't speaking in tongues.

"I told Kevin a dozen times not to put things into the toaster." She leaned closer to get a better look at the ill-fated Spider-Man. "Maybe if you can grab his leg with the pliers."

Even though she was standing a foot away, he discerned her fresh-from-the-shower scent. The essence of some fruity shampoo and soap laced with the mysterious scent of woman. It had been a long time since he'd been close enough to a woman to smell those things, and it was doing a real number on his imagination.

Abruptly, the image of what she might look like beneath the spray of the shower flashed hotly in his mind's eye. He saw the billow of steam. Water cascading down to sluice over velvet skin. Soap sliding over delicate curves and secret places...

The pliers slipped and tumbled from his hand. Cursing beneath his breath, he bent to retrieve them. She must have had the same idea at precisely the same time because she stooped. Their heads thudded just hard enough to jar him back to reality.

A sound escaped her on contact.

"Sorry," he said.

"My fault."

Drew looked over at her, reached out to steady her. Her eyes met his and she chuckled. He knew immediately touching her was a mistake. She was kneeling with her face close to his. He didn't intend to look at her legs, but the robe had ridden up slightly and for several interminable seconds he stared at the long, dangerous stretch of flesh. He wondered what kind of panties she wore. If they were silk or cotton. Or since she was fresh from the shower, maybe she wasn't wearing any at all.

Another laugh escaped her. "Good thing I have these rollers in."

It should have been a simple moment between two old friends. Only Drew knew there was nothing simple about this moment, certainly not in terms of their friends.h.i.+p. What he felt for Alison Myers was as complex as any emotion he'd ever felt in his life. And he didn't have a clue how to deal with it.

Her eyes met his, and for the life of him he couldn't look away. He reached for the fallen pliers with his free hand and slowly rose. He was acutely aware of her slender arm within his grasp as she rose with him. The feel of her pulse beneath his fingers. The thrum of blood in his veins. The insistent throb in his groin he knew wasn't going to go away any time soon no matter how much he wanted it to.

Abruptly, he released her. Tearing his gaze from hers, he looked down at the toaster, tried desperately to remember what the h.e.l.l he'd been doing with it. Relief swept through him when she took a step back.

"I've just about got it," he said, staring blindly into the slot.

An uncomfortable minute pa.s.sed while he worked.

Alison cleared her throat. "So what brings you here so early in the morning?"

All the lines he'd rehea.r.s.ed on the drive up from Emerald Cove played like bad jingles in his head. Because he couldn't think of a thing to say that was even halfway truthful, he settled for, "I thought you might need your toaster looked at."

She laughed, and the simple sound filled the kitchen like suns.h.i.+ne, breaking the tension. It was a lovely sound that reminded him of happier times. How easy things had once been between them back when she'd belonged to another man, and he'd known exactly where he stood. It was a sound he hadn't heard in a very long time. A sound he missed, he realized. Even though he knew coming here today was a mistake, at least he understood why he'd done it.

"Well, you've got good timing." Crossing to the coffeemaker, she removed two mugs from the cabinet and poured.

Drew pulled out the badly burned figurine. "I think the toaster will survive," he said, handing the pliers back to Alison and setting the appliance on the counter. "I'm not too sure about Spider-Man."

She chuckled. "I'm not sure he's going to need that arm, anyway."

"Good thing."

She shoved a cup of coffee at him, then looked at him expectantly as she sipped her own.

Drew knew she was wondering why he'd shown up at her door at eight o'clock in the morning. The answer tumbled around in his mouth like a pair of sneakers in the dryer, then came pouring out. "I acted like an a.s.s yesterday," he blurted. "I was rude to you and Kevin, and I came here to apologize."

"You didn't-"

"I did."

"I a.s.sumed you were just...busy."

"I was, but that isn't all of it." He looked down into his coffee cup, wis.h.i.+ng he could find the right words and tell her the truth, settling instead for a half truth. "I was surprised to see you." He looked away, struggled with what he wanted to say next. "Seeing you after so many years made me think about Rick."

She nodded, a sadness he'd never liked seeing entering her expression. "I understand. I should have realized it might be difficult for you."

Because he didn't want to get into just how hard the last four years had been, because he could never let her know why he'd had such a difficult time dealing with the death of his best friend, he didn't respond. The ensuing silence was loud and uncomfortable.

Drew took a deep breath. "In any case, I wanted to try to make it up to you and Kevin."

"You know that's not necessary. I mean, we're friends. You don't have to-"

"Yes, I do, Alison."

"Hey, you fixed my toaster."

"I can do a lot better than that."

She looked fl.u.s.tered for a moment.

"Have you ever seen the sunrise over Key West from six thousand feet?" he asked abruptly.

Her gaze touched his. "I can't say I have."

"It's one of the most spectacular sights in the world."

"I'll bet."

"I was wondering if you and Kevin would like to fly with me tomorrow morning."

Her smile devastated him, and for an instant Drew thought he was going to fall right into her gaze and drown in all that blue. "You're sure it's no trouble?"

"It would be my pleasure."

"In that case, we'd love to."

"Great," he said, meaning it. "You'll have to arrive at Water Flight Tours at about 6:00 a.m. Is that too early for Kevin?"

She shook her head. "If it has to do with flying or fis.h.i.+ng, he'll be up before me." She glanced toward the kitchen door where she could hear Kevin singing along with one of the early morning children's programs. "I can't tell you how excited he was yesterday after the tour. He talked about it the rest of the day."

"I'm sorry I didn't stick around to talk to you." Drew contemplated her, keenly aware of her proximity, her scent, the fact that he felt as drawn to her now as he had four years ago.

"You were busy with customers," she said. "Really, it's not a big deal."

Deciding they would both be better off if they left it at that, he took a sip of coffee. "How long are you going to be in South Florida?"

"I signed the lease on this place for a month."

"You were living with Rick's parents?"

She nodded. "For the past four years. I thought it was time I moved on." She shrugged. "I love them, and I'll always be thankful they took Kevin and me in after Rick's death. But it's time for me to get on with my life."

"I understand." He sipped his coffee. "Why South Florida?"

Once again she glanced toward the living room, and Drew sensed that whatever she was going to say next, she didn't want her son to hear. "Three years ago Kevin was diagnosed with asthma."

Drew had felt bad enough upon hearing about Kevin's asthma yesterday. But to have the little boy's condition confirmed by Alison was like a fist sinking into his solar plexus in slow motion. He may not want this woman and her son in his life, but he hated it that her little boy was ill. Alison had already been through so much. Why couldn't fate just leave her alone and let her be happy, for G.o.d's sake?

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "Is it serious?"

"I'm afraid so. He's on medication, but he still has pretty severe attacks two or three times a month. They're particularly bad if he's upset or sick with a cold or flu. The specialist we were seeing back in D.C. recommended the Waterton Clinic just south of Miami. He said it was one of the best asthma clinics in the United States."

For the first time her being here made sense. "I'm sorry to hear that. If there's anything I can do..."

She smiled, but he didn't miss the flash of sadness in her eyes. "There isn't. But thank you. Hopefully, the doctors at the clinic will be able to get him on a regimen of medication that will allow him to lead a relatively normal life."

Drew figured the least he could do would be to check out the clinic himself. He would start by giving his adopted brother, Marcus, a call in Was.h.i.+ngton D.C. Marcus, a Navy SEAL, was one of the so-called Extraordinary Five-now Extraordinary Six-one of six genetically engineered children. Marcus's sister, Faith, had been genetically engineered to develop extraordinary skills as a physician and diagnostician. She was formerly an epidemiologist with the National Inst.i.tute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases. She would know if the Waterton Clinic was as good as Alison had been told.

"What about your job with the Defense Department?" he asked.

"I resigned. I need to be able to concentrate on caring for Kevin right now. I couldn't do both."

"You doing okay financially?"

For a moment she looked surprised, then nodded adamantly. "Of course I am. The Navy provided for us after Rick's death."

"I used to be in the Navy, Alison."

She put on a too-bright smile he saw right through. "We're doing fine. Really."

Drew recalled the old Mustang he'd seen in the driveway and realized he didn't believe her. d.a.m.n it. The last thing she needed were financial problems.

"I'm looking for a job, actually," she said. "Parttime, maybe."

"What kind of work are you looking for?"

"Something with flexible hours, so I can take Kevin to his doctor appointments." She shrugged. "Something temporary for now. Administrative maybe."

An odd sense of responsibility settled onto his shoulders. He hated the thought of her having to struggle financially after everything else she'd been through. He knew making ends meet couldn't be easy for a widow and a young child with special needs. His first instinct was to help, and he thought of the administrative position open at Evans Yachts, which was operated by his cousin, Seth Evans. Simultaneously, the more cautious side of him knew that if he offered her a position with Evans Yachts-even a temporary one-he would be involving her in something that could ultimately put her in danger.

"If I hear of any jobs, I'll let you know," he said.

"Thank you. I appreciate that. But I'm sure something will come up soon."