"I"d love to, but Jack"s still out of town. How about Friday night?"
"Fine! I"ll make sure it"s okay with Marshal."
"You"ll make sure what"s okay?" Egan asked, stopping in the doorway with his tie in his hand and his shirt unb.u.t.toned over his broad chest.
"A date, Friday night," Ada volunteered. "Want to come along? I"ve got a super girlfriend-"
"I can get my own women," he said with a tilt of his mouth. "Friday? I"ll ask Jennie. What time?"
Kati"s heart sank, and it showed in her eyes. Egan happened to look her way; he smiled with pure malice.
"What"s the matter, honey, will I cramp your style if I come along?" he asked her.
Kati remembered almost too late the role she"d chosen to play. Polite hostess. No personalities. No hostilities. Christmas. Good cheer.
She gritted her teeth. "You"re welcome, of course," she said with a frozen smile.
Egan"s heavy eyebrows lifted. "My G.o.d, get a doctor," he told Ada.
Kati smiled even brighter. "Now, I think I"ll say good night, too. I have this headache..."
"But it"s only nine," Ada wailed. "Don"t both of you go to bed and leave me alone."
"Don"t you want peace and quiet?" Egan asked his sister.
Ada glanced from one to the other of them and sighed. "Well, I think I"ll come, too. I need my beauty sleep, I guess."
"Some of us might benefit from it," Kati muttered, glaring up at Egan.
He chuckled softly. "Think I"m ugly?"
She flushed. Her eyes involuntarily ran over the craggy contours, the broken nose, the hard, cruel mouth. For some odd reason, she couldn"t quite look away. His eyes caught and held hers, and they stood staring at each other in a silence that blazed with new tensions.
"Excuse me," Ada murmured, trying to hide a grin as she edged past Kati"s frozen form and into her own bedroom. "Good night!"
Egan"s chest was rising and falling roughly as he stared down at Kati. "Do you?" he asked in an odd tone.
She swallowed. Her throat felt as if it were full of cactus. Her lips parted, and Egan watched them hungrily. She realized all at once that he hadn"t just been making threats earlier in the day. He wanted her!
"I...I"m tired," she managed, starting to move.
One long, hard arm came out, barring her path. "I wasn"t threatening you this afternoon," he said tautly. "I was telling you how it would be. You can"t be blind enough not to see how we are with each other, Kati," he added half under his breath.
She moved gingerly away from that long arm. "I...have a boyfriend...whom I like very much," she said shakily.
He eased forward, just enough to let her feel the warm strength of his body, the heat of his breath against her reddish gold hair. "Liking isn"t enough."
Her eyes came up to meet his. "Isn"t it?"
His fingertips touched her throat like a breath, feeling its silky texture, stroking it sensuously. "You smell of roses," he said in a husky whisper.
Her fingers caught his, trembling coldly against their warm strength as she tried to lift them away from her throat.
He caught her hand and moved it to his chest-easing it under the fabric and against thick hair and warm muscle-and her breath jerked in her throat. He felt as solid as a wall, and the wiry pelt of hair tickled her fingers as he flattened them against him. His expensive cologne filled her nostrils, drowning her in its masculine scent.
"Forgotten what to do, Kati?" he murmured roughly. "Shall I refresh your memory?"
She lifted her eyes dazedly to his, and they were wide and curious as they met his glittering gaze.
His head bent so that his hard face filled the world. ""She tore his shirt out of the way,"" he quoted huskily, ""and ran her fingers, trembling, over his hard, male..."!"
"No!" Recognizing the pa.s.sage, she flushed hotly. Immediately, she dragged her hand away and shrank from him as if he"d burned her.
He laughed, but there was an odd sound to it, and his eyes blazed as she reached behind her for the doork.n.o.b to her room.
"Doesn"t your reporter friend like having you do that to him?" he asked huskily. "Or does he prefer what comes later?"
She whirled on a sob, pushing open the door. She started to slam it, but he caught it with a powerful hand and she couldn"t budge it.
"I hate you," she breathed shakily, frantic that Ada might hear them.
"So you keep telling me," he replied. "You"re the one with no scruples, honey, so stop flying at me when I throw them back at you."
"I"m not what you think I am," she cried.
"No kidding?" he murmured insolently, letting his eyes punctuate the insult.
"You go to h.e.l.l, you ugly cowboy!" she said furiously.
He studied her flushed face and black eyes amusedly. "Ada used to talk about her sweet-tempered, easygoing friend. Before I ever met you, I imagined a retiring little violet. You were a shock, honey."
"What do you think you were?" she returned.
He laughed softly. "No woman"s ever pulled the wool over my eyes. It didn"t take reading your books to tell me what kind of woman you were. All I had to do was watch you in action."
"The car broke down," she reminded him. "Richard and I had to walk for miles...!"
"Aren"t you tired of lying about it? I told you," he added, letting his eyes narrow sensuously, "experienced women turn me on."
"Then why don"t you go out and find the friend you spent the night with?" she retorted hotly.
His eyebrows went up and he grinned. "Did that bother you?"
She brought her heel down hard on his instep, without warning; and while he was off balance, she slammed the door and locked it.
"Kati!" he growled furiously.
"Go ahead, break it down!" she dared him. "I"ll be screaming out the window until the police come!"
There was a m.u.f.fled curse; a door opening; Ada"s voice, almost hysterical; and Egan"s, angry but conciliatory. Minutes later, two doors slammed almost simultaneously. With an angry sigh, Kati started stripping off her clothes and heading toward the shower. She was furious enough not to mind that the water was ice-cold.
Chapter Five.
Egan was gone, blessedly, when Kati woke up late the next morning. Jack called to say he was back in town and asked Kati out for dinner. Grateful for the respite, she was waiting for him on pins and needles at six that afternoon.
Ada had been sympathetic about her brother"s strange behavior, adding that he had a sore foot and it served him right. It was the first time Kati ever heard Ada say anything against Egan.
"Do you think I"m scandalous?" Kati asked unexpectedly when she and Jack were relaxing over coffee after a satisfying steak.
He stared at her. "You?"
"Because I write what I write," she added. "It"s important."
"No, I don"t think you"re scandalous," he said honestly and smiled. "I think you"re extremely talented, and your books are a joy to read."
"You don"t think I lead a wild life?"
He only laughed. "No, I don"t. What"s wrong? Are you getting unpleasant letters again?"
"Oh, no. It"s..." She sighed and propped her chin on her hand. "It"s Egan."
"Please, don"t spoil a perfect evening," he said with a restless movement. "He has a glare that could stop a clock."
"Tell me about it," she muttered. "He"s giving me fits about what I write."
"Doesn"t he realize the difference between fiction and fact?"
"Not if he doesn"t want to," she said with a short laugh. "Egan makes up his rules as he goes along. He"s a law unto himself out West."
"I got that idea, all right." He studied her sad face and reached out impulsively to pat her hand. "He"ll leave after Christmas," he said bracingly.
"Roll on, New Year," she murmured, and sighed as she sipped her coffee.
They went dancing after dinner, and for a while Kati forgot all her troubles. She drew interested glances in the black dress she was wearing. It had a peasant bodice with a full, swirling skirt, and left her creamy shoulders bare. With her hair in a high coiffure, and a minimum of makeup, she wore the designer gown with a flair.
She felt on top of the world, until she went into the apartment and found Egan waiting in the hall.
"Where"s lover boy?" he asked, glaring past her at the closed door. "Doesn"t he come in for a nightcap?"
He was wearing a dress shirt rolled up to the elbows and half unb.u.t.toned in front, with his black slacks. Obviously, he hadn"t spent the evening at home, either, and his proprietary air irritated Kati even more. She was still fuming from last night.
"He doesn"t wear a nightcap," she said with sweet venom, "and I don"t lend mine."
His chin lifted at an arrogant angle and he looked at her long and hard, his dark eyes narrowing on her bare shoulders.
Self-conscious with him, she hunched her shoulders so that the elastic top came back into place, demurely covering everything south of her collarbone.
"Shy of me?" he asked quietly, moving forward.
She felt like running. Where was Ada, for heaven"s sake? She couldn"t get past him to her room to save her life, and she knew it.
"Where"s Ada?" she asked quickly.
"In her room, talking to Marshal," he said. "Why? You"re a big girl, now; you don"t need protecting, do you?"
Oh, yes, she did, but obviously she couldn"t count on her best friend tonight.
She felt the impact of his rough, warm hands-with a sense of fatalism. Her body jerked under the sensation as he deliberately began to slide the fabric away from her shoulders and down.
"Isn"t this how you had it?" he breathed, bending. His chest rose and fell roughly, and she drowned in the warmth of his body.
"Egan..." she began.
"Don"t talk. Stand still." His mouth smoothed over her shoulder, leaving a fiery wake. His fingers held her upper arms, digging in as his teeth nipped slowly, tenderly at the silken flesh.
"Don"t," she moaned, eyes closed, throat arching as if it invited him-begged him-to do what he pleased.
"You want it," he whispered huskily. "So do I. Desperately...!" She felt his tongue and the edge of his teeth as he moved over the warm expanse of her shoulders and her collarbone in a silence blazing with promise.
His breath sounded oddly jerky as he drew her body against him. "You taste like the sweetest kind of candy," he said under his breath, and his fingers were hurting, but she was too shaken to care. "Baby," he whispered, his mouth growing urgent now as it found her throat, the underside of her chin. His hands moved up to catch in her hair, careless of its neat bun, as he bent her head back and lifted it toward his hard, parted lips. "Baby, you make me ache...!"
His mouth was poised just above hers, and at that moment she"d have given him that and anything else he wanted. But before he could lower his head, the sound of a door being opened shattered the hot silence.
"Oh, d.a.m.n," Egan ground out. His fingers bruised her, and his eyes were blazing as he pushed her away and turned as if he were blinded by his own pa.s.sion-a frustrated pa.s.sion like that which was making her tremble.
"Marshal"s sick of the sea, but they won"t let him come home," Ada sighed, oblivious to the wild undercurrents around her. "Why couldn"t I find myself a man instead of a sailor? Hi, Kati. Have a good time?"
"Sure," Kati said, smiling through a haze of unsatisfied longing. She glanced toward Egan and saw his eyes, and she flushed wildly. Her eyes went to his mouth and back up; and he muttered something terrible under his breath and slammed into his room without even the pretense of courtesy.
"What"s the matter with him?" Ada asked softly.
"Beats me," her friend replied blandly. "Gosh, I"m tired. We went dancing and my feet are killing me!"
"Well, I hope you don"t wear them out before Friday night," Ada laughed. "Sleep well."
"I"ll do my best," came the muttered reply, and she went into her room and almost collapsed. He hadn"t even kissed her, and she was trembling like a leaf. Heaven only knew what would happen if he ever really made a heavy pa.s.s. She couldn"t bear to think about it! She went to bed and lay awake half the night brooding, only to wake with a splitting headache the next morning.
Egan brooded all day. He moved restlessly around the apartment, like a man aching for the outdoors. Even Kati felt vaguely sorry for him.
"You"ll wear ruts in the carpet," she murmured after lunch, while Ada was taking her turn at the dishes.
He turned with his hands rammed deep in his pockets and stared at her. "If I do, I"ll buy you a new one."