"Oh, that"s right, MacDatho wasn"t born the last time you visited here." Elizabeth paused on the top step, just before reaching the porch. "You remember my German shepherd, Elspeth, don"t you? Well, MacDatho is her son, born only a year before Elspeth died."
Nick handed Addy her suitcase, then returned to the Bronco for his own. "We"ll head on over to the cottage. I think we can manage these two pieces of luggage. No need to bother O"Grady."
Elizabeth stood on the porch, backing slowly into the cool shadows. "Follow the path behind the cabin. It will lead you straight to the cottage." Opening the front door, she paused briefly. "I"ll see you both tonight."
During the ten-minute trek through the woods, Addy and Nick spoke very little. Nick was busy surveying the area, apparently sizing up how inaccessible the cottage would be to any unwanted visitors. Addy spent the time absorbing the beauty surrounding her. She"d enjoyed so many happy hours of her childhood playing on the vast lawns of Elm Hill, but she"d never been in the mountains before, in the middle of the woods.
Addy stopped in her tracks. Nick almost collided with her back. Wobbling slightly, he steadied himself with his cane.
"What"s wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, Nick, look!"
He gazed off into the distance, at the small house that looked as if someone had dropped an A-frame Victorian dollhouse in the tiny clearing. The white paint was peeling slightly in spots, giving the structure an antique, weathered appearance. A rickety picket fence enclosed a neat little front yard.
"It"s unbelievable," Addy said. "It"s like something out of a fairy tale."
"Elizabeth calls it the honeymoon cottage because her great-grandfather had it built for her great-grandmother as a wedding gift, and they spent their honeymoon there and each anniversary for the next forty-some odd years of their lives."
Thoroughly enchanted, Addy walked toward the gate that hung open as if issuing an invitation. "There"s something different about Elizabeth. I can"t quite put my finger on it, but there"s somethinga"she"s so serene a soa"
"Mystical?"
"Yes, mystical. You felt it, too, didn"t you? What is it about her, do you suppose?"
"You mean you haven"t guessed?" Nick followed Addy up the rock walk and onto the porch.
"Guessed what?" Addy paused, setting her suitcase down while she reached out for the key Nick held in his hand.
He gave her the key. "Elizabeth is a clairvoyant."
"You mean she can predict the future?" Addy grasped the key, half doubting, half believing Nick"s a.s.sessment of Elizabeth Mallory.
"That"s only one of her special powers," Nick said. "Just wait until tonight when you get the chance to know her better."
Addy inserted the key in the lock and turned the doork.n.o.b. She"d never known a clairvoyant and wasn"t quite sure she believed in such a thing, but she knew one thing for certain. She definitely was looking forward to asking Elizabeth a few pertinent questions about the future.
Chapter 10.
Cozy and old-fashioned, exuding homey warmth and tranquility, Elizabeth Mallory"s kitchen smelled of cinnamon. Rustic wood blended with creamy beige paint on all the walls, and worn, faded red bricks covered the floor. A humid night breeze fluttered the aged lace curtains at the open windows.
Addy spooned the last bite of apple cobbler into her mouth, the melted vanilla ice cream coating the crust with a milky sauce. "You really shouldn"t have gone to so much trouble for us."
"It wasn"t any trouble," Elizabeth said, rising from the round oak table, her ankle-length blue skirt swirling around her legs. "Aunt Margaret made the cobbler this morning before she left for Dover"s Mill, and O"Grady caught and cleaned the fish."
"I noticed that you still don"t have any air-conditioning at the cottage," Nick said, glancing out the window facing the back porch. "You haven"t put in any here at your house, either, have you?"
"The cottage is seldom used." Elizabeth sighed, the sound barely discernible, but the dreamy, faraway look in her eyes was quite visible. "It"s really a honeymoon cottage, you know. The last honeymooners who used it were my mother and James Dundee."
"I know it"s a lot cooler up here in the mountains, but July is hot, even here." Nick wiped a fine sheen of perspiration from his forehead.
"Things will cool off later." Elizabeth began stacking their dinner plates. "It"s going to rain sometime after midnight." Placing the dirty dishes by the sink, she turned on the faucet.
Addy stood, removing the used silverware from the dark-blue place mats. "Let me help you clean up. It"s the least I can do after you served us such a feast."
Pushing back his chair, Nick stood and grasped his cane from where he"d propped it against the side of the table. "I think now would be the ideal time for me to call Sam and check in."
"Trying to get out of helping with the dishes?" Addy asked, smiling.
"The call should take a while." Nick grinned at both women, who were giving him pleasant but condemning looks. "I"ll probably finish up just in time for another gla.s.s of iced tea." Not waiting for a response, he left the kitchen, the tapping of his cane as it hit the wooden floor reverberating in the silent hallway.
Addy pulled her cotton blouse away from her damp body, fanning the material against her chest. "I hope you"re right about the rain cooling things off."
Elizabeth slipped the gla.s.ses and silver into the sudsy dish water. "Here in the mountains rain always brings relief from the heat. It"s seldom this humida"only just before a storm."
"You"re sure about the rain, aren"t you?"
"I"m sure."
Addy pulled a gla.s.s from its watery bed, enclosing it in a soft, well-worn dish towel. "Nick said that you were a clairvoyant."
Elizabeth"s laughter was warm and throaty, the utterly feminine sound mesmerizing. Addy stared at the beautiful woman standing beside her and saw the knowledge that lay in the depths of her pure blue eyes.
"Are you curious, Addy? Wondering what I know about you?"
"I"m being rude. Please, forgive me." A dim flush of embarra.s.sment colored Addy"s cheeks.
"You weren"t being rude, just curious. And there"s nothing to forgive." Elizabeth laid the clean cobbler dish on the drainboard. "We"ll let the rest soak. Why don"t we go sit on the back porch for a spell?"
Addy dried her hands and followed Elizabeth out onto the wide wooden back porch, which was simply an extension of the front and side porches. Several st.u.r.dy wooden rocking chairs were lined up against the south wall. Each woman sat, rocking her chair toward the center until they faced each other. Elizabeth reached out, taking both of Addy"s hands into her own.
"You"ve come to Sequana Falls for two weeks, to wait out a danger that exists for you in Huntsville." Elizabeth smiled when Addy gasped. "I didn"t gain this knowledge from second sight, my friend. Sam filled me in on the pertinent details."
"Oh."
"You"ll leave here before two weeks," Elizabeth said, running the pad of her thumb over Addy"s knuckles. "The reason is unclear a but a your fathera"your father will need you."
Addy felt her heartbeat accelerate, wondering if she dare believe this winsome young woman"s prediction. "There"s no way you could know whoa"I mean someone is plotting against us a my father and his company."
"I do not know the ident.i.ty behind the threats." Elizabeth patted Addy"s hand, then gave it a tight squeeze. "I have no control over the knowledge that comes to me and don"t understand why some things are so clear in my mind and other things are obscured."
Addy pulled away, Elizabeth relinquished her hold. "It"s a little cooler out here. If only the breeze wasn"t so warm and humid."
"Do you like flowers, Addy? If you do, I"ll show you my greenhouse one day while you"re here. I grow my own herbs and spices, too, but my prize possessions are my roses."
"I love flowers, and I"d like very much to see your greenhouse. I"m sure Nick and I will get bored with all this peace and quiet after a few days."
A shuddering boom of distant thunder echoed in the moonlit stillness, followed by a sharp zigzag of lightning that dimmed the moon"s pale glow. Addy looked up. Dark clouds ambled slowly across the sky.
Neither woman spoke. Only the vibrating resonance of the wooden rocker rounds mating with the wooden porch floor broke the hushed silence. Seconds became minutes and the moments floated away like dandelion fluff on a windy day.
Addy"s mind drifted, absorbed with thoughts of the hours to come. Tonight she would be alone with Nick. She already knew that she would give herself to him, but what she didn"t know was if they had a future together. She wondered if Elizabeth really could predict. Not moving a muscle in her face or neck, she glanced at the other woman.
"You don"t have to be afraid of him." Elizabeth"s soft voice carried on the nighttime air, like a soothing whippoorwill"s song. "You"re right about him, Addy. Nick Romero is your paladina"and you are and always will be his woman."
Addy felt the words surround her heart, freeing her doubts, but before she could reply, asking the questions that filled her mind, an enormous animal came bounding out of the darkness, leapt up the porch steps and made his way to Elizabeth"s side. Addy cringed at the sight of the hairy creature, his keen amber eyes glowing, his sharp teeth visible as he panted heavily.
Elizabeth ran her fingers through the thick pelt of black fur, and the huge animal dropped to his haunches, apparently savoring her affectionate touch. "This is MacDatho. He won"t hurt you. He knows you"re my friend."
"Whata"what is he? I thought you said he was a dog."
"He"s half German shepherd and half wolf." Elizabeth continued stroking her pet, speaking to him in a low, whispered voice. When MacDatho lowered his head to the floor and closed his eyes, Elizabeth turned to Addy. "You love Nick, but he has not yet put the proper name to his feelings for you. He will."
"Are you saying that Nick loves me?" Addy wished she could believe wholeheartedly in Elizabeth Mallory"s power to foretell the future. But would she be a gullible fool if she did?
"It is destined." Closing her eyes, Elizabeth began rocking again. "You and Nick will share a life of deep love and commitment. I seea"I see little girls."
"Little girls?" Addy scooted to the edge of her seat, completely ignoring MacDatho when he raised his head, his topaz gaze riveted to her face.
"Yes. Two little girls. Not twins, but very much alike a excepta" One has fiery hair and black eyes. The other has black hair and green eyes."
"Our children? Mine and Nick"s?" Did she dare believe in this voodoo, this witchcraft? With all her heart and soul she longed to believe.
The back screen door opened. Loud, earsplitting thunder rumbled. Sitting up, MacDatho howled at the cloud-obscured moon.
"We"d better head back to the cottage, Red." Nick stepped outside. "I wouldn"t want us to get caught in a downpour."
"It won"t rain for hours," Elizabeth said. "How was Sam?"
"He"s fine. You know Sam, a man of few words." Nick placed one hand on the back of Addy"s chair. "He asked about you, Elizabeth."
Addy could actually feel the pleasure radiating from Elizabeth, like heat from a smoldering blaze. She could tell that Elizabeth cared deeply for Sam Dundee. Her certain knowledge of the other woman"s feelings made her wonder how much Elizabeth"s earlier comments had been based on natural instincts and how much on clairvoyance.
She saw my children, Addy reminded herself. Nick"s children. Nick"s little girls.
"Sam will call Rusty tonight and give him a report," Nick told Addy. "Daily reports should keep your father content."
Remembering Elizabeth"s warning that they would return to Huntsville before the NASP contract was awarded because her father would need them, Addy said, "When you talk to Sam tomorrow, please find out if Daddy"s all right. Ask him to tell Daddy to go for a checkup. I"m worried about his heart and his blood pressure."
"I"ll relay your message." Nick circled her arm, urging her to stand. Addy looked up at him. Dark, hot pa.s.sion blazed in the depths of his black eyes. Rising from the rocking chair, Addy accepted his extended arm, walking with him down the steps and out onto the pathway. Nick hesitated briefly, turning to say good-night to Elizabeth.
MacDatho howled again, his animal moan blending with the symphony of woodland night creatures. Thunder roared; lightning flashed. High atop the southern edge of the great Appalachian Mountains, Addy McConnell and Nick Romero moved toward their destiny. Tonight, the paladin would claim his woman.
The four-room cottage reeked with steamy heat, the humidity so high that Nick and Addy breathed in the heavy moisture. When they stepped inside, a splintering flash of lightning illuminated the living room. Nick took advantage of the momentary light to visibly scout out the kerosene lamp he knew was sitting on a round wicker table. Feeling his way across to the expanse of windows facing the porch, he found the book of matches lying atop the crocheted doily. Removing the globe, he struck a match and lit the wick. A soft, mellow radiance spread over the room with an ivory l.u.s.ter, casting dancing shadows on the earthy-green, antique wicker furniture, the pale creamy walls and the flowered cushions.
Nick looked at Addy standing just inside the doorway. Her topknot of thick red hair had begun to droop, fiery tendrils curling about her face and neck. Dewdrops of perspiration dotted her face, more abundant than the smattering of freckles that covered her nose. Her cotton blouse clung to her, outlining her tiny waist and high, firm b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her billowy tan slacks hung loosely about her hips.
Tall and slender as a reed, Addy moved gracefully across the room. She possessed the very essence of naturea"a fiery warmth, an earthy allure. The amazing thing, Nick realized, was that she had no idea how unbearably beautiful she was to him.
Tonight he would show her.
The wind picked up, swaying the treetops, pushing nearby limbs against the windowpanes. Addy and Nick watched each other, like two hungry animals preparing to attack. Sweat trickled down the curve of Nick"s spine, his shirt and jeans absorbing part of the moisture.
Just thinking about Addy, just looking at her made him hard. He"d become aroused on the walk from Elizabeth"s cabin. It would be so easy to take Addy quickly and ease his throbbing ache. But he wouldn"ta"he couldn"t. Tonight was going to be a first for her, and he intended to make it a night she"d never forget.
He could see the desire in her eyes, and the uncertainty. She wanted him, but lacked the experience to give her enough confidence to tell him so. Before this night ended, Addy would have confidence. He was going to give her that a and a lot more.
Slow and easy. That"s how it was going to bea"the first time. Addy needed the steady, progressive stimulation to prepare her for the pleasure to come. Even if it half killed him, he was not going to rush this s.e.xual adventure. It meant too much to her, and to him.
Propping his cane against the table, Nick began unb.u.t.toning his shirt. He watched Addy staring at him, her gaze following his fingers as they slipped each b.u.t.ton from its hole. "It"s so d.a.m.ned hot. This place could use a few fans."
Addy couldn"t take her eyes off Nick, off the bare expanse of chest that lay between the two sides of his open shirt. She wanted to touch him. But he was all the way on the other side of the room, and her feet refused to move. "A fan in the bedroom would be good on a night like this."
"All we need tonight is that old wrought-iron bed. It looks pretty st.u.r.dy, don"t you think? Big enough for two." He tugged his damp shirt off his shoulders and flung it on the wicker rocking chair on his left.
Addy"s heart hammered in her chest. The thought of sharing that antique bed with Nick sent shivers of longing through her. "I wonder why Elizabeth has never run electricity out here to the cottage? If she did, she could put in air-conditioning."
"This house is meant for lovers. An isolated retreat used by people who neither want nor need lights or telephones or televisions or radios." Nick ran his hand down his throat, wiping away the perspiration.
Retrieving his cane, he took a tentative step toward Addy. Not moving, she watched and waited. When he was within arm"s reach, he touched her, his finger pressing against her bottom lip. She opened her mouth on a sigh. He slid his finger over her chin, down her throat and ever so slowly slipped it inside her blouse. "You"re hot, Addy. Hot and sweaty."
"Maybea"maybe I should take a bath. That should cool me off." She gasped when his finger slipped up and down between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, popping open the top b.u.t.tons on her blouse.
"Maybe you have on too many clothes." He undid the remaining three b.u.t.tons, then tugged her blouse out of her slacks, easing it from her body and tossing it atop his shirt. "Isn"t that better? Cooler?" Her sheer yellow lace bra did little to conceal her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the dark areolae visible, the tight nipples straining against the flimsy material.
She wasn"t cooler; she was hotter. Nick"s smoldering gaze scorched her. Erratic tingling sensations tightened her b.r.e.a.s.t.s almost painfully. She wanted Nick to touch her there, to put his mouth on her, to suckle her. Memories of last night reminded her body of what it meant to be pleasured by a man who truly cared, a man whose only purpose was to give his woman pleasure.
Dropping his cane to the floor, Nick ran his hands up and down her naked arms. She trembled. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?"
"Oh, Nick." She swayed toward him, hoping he would kiss her.
Thunder shook the cottage. Nick jerked Addy into his arms, one big hand splayed against her back while the other sought and found her bra"s catch. White, jagged lightning lit up the night sky. The wind"s velocity increased, wailing and moaning as it ripped through the trees and whistled along the side of the house. Nick pulled her bra down her arms and off her body, then rubbed his hard chest against her thrusting b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
She flung her arms around his neck, savoring the feel of their nakedness as her nipples stabbed into his chest hair. "Oh, Nick, how can you make me feel like this?"
"Like what?" He kissed her neck, his tongue snaking out to taste her. Moving his fingers between them, he undid the front closure of her slacks, then slid his hands inside, scooting her zipper downward several inches. He grasped her hips, forcing her soft delta into his arousal.
"Likea"like I"m going to a explode."
Cradling her naked b.u.t.tocks in his palms, he petted her. "We"re both going to explode a over and over again tonight."