"Not the way you handled it."
"Did the best I could under ... let"s say, difficult circ.u.mstances."
But the expression of grat.i.tude was, of course, a prelude to the inevitable.
He said, "Okay, I find you very attractive. But, that"s only part of it. I like you. You"re fun, you"re artsy, you know business. So here"s the thing: I"m not seeing anybody and I haven"t been seeing anybody for a while. Can I call you?"
"Anybody can call anybody if they have the number," Gabriela said. "The question is, will I pick up?"
Daniel looked pensive. "Remember the days before caller ID? That was life on the edge, wasn"t it? Do I pick up or not?"
She filled in, "Would it be a telemarketer, date, ex-boyfriend? A job offer?"
"Or a wrong number."
"Or, G.o.d forbid, your mother." Gabriela winced. "We"re soft nowadays."
"Cowards."
They stood three feet from each other. Businessmen scooted around them, cars shushed past.
It was time to part ways. They both knew it.
He leaned in for a cheek brush.
She felt heat, she felt a faint stubble. The residue of moisture from earlier, recalling his wiping it from their brows and cheeks. "Night." His word was spoken softly.
"Night."
She turned and started down the stairs, digging for her Metro pa.s.s. Then stopped. She called, "My shoes?"
"What?"
"That old Tiffany bag I had? With my grown-up shoes inside?" Earlier that evening she"d swapped her high heels for the Aldo flats she now wore. "I left it at the restaurant."
He grinned.
"No," she said, stifling a laugh. "Not on purpose."
"You sure? Maybe for another chance to see me again?"
Gabriela said, "Sorry. I wouldn"t risk losing a pair of Stuart Weitzmans just to see a man again. Any man."
Daniel said, "How"s this? We can avoid the phone call issue altogether. We"ll commit now. The restaurant"s on the way to my loft. I"ll pick them up and deliver them tomorrow at breakfast. How"s Irving"s Deli, Broadway. Nine?"
She paused then said, "I suppose."
"I know," he said, his face growing grave. "You"re thinking: Will breakfast be as dull as tonight?"
"Nothing could be as boring as the past three hours," Gabriela replied and disappeared down the subway entrance.
CHAPTER.
6.
6:30 p.m., Friday
3 hours, 30 minutes earlier
The Aquariva Super cut an uncompromising swath through the dusk of New York Harbor, Daniel Reardon at the helm.
"How fast are we going?" Gabriela called over the s.e.xy rumble of the engine, the wind, the waves.
"About forty."
"Knots per hour?"
Daniel shouted, "You don"t say that. Knots include miles and hours. Forty knots. It"s about forty-five miles an hour."
Gabriela nodded, smiling at the speed. "Feels faster."
"Then you"d like the boat I keep in Connecticut. It"ll do seventy."
She didn"t bother to ask knots or miles. Probably didn"t matter at that velocity.
There was no pa.s.senger seat in the front of the beautiful Italian speedboat as such just a leather U-shaped banquette encircling the rear of the open c.o.c.kpit. Gabriela could have squeezed in next to Daniel on the driver"s seat but she preferred to remain standing behind him, close, gripping his seat back, her head near his ear.
The thirty-three-footer, with her black hull and rich wood deck, plowed effortlessly through the temperate waves. The surface of the water was like dark linen and the cloudless sky over New Jersey glowed lava orange from the vanishing sun, the vista split by two purple exclamation marks of fume from distant smokestacks.
It was a photograph waiting to happen, though not to be shot by Gabriela. She worked exclusively in black and white, and this scene was about color only, without substance. Pretty didn"t interest her.
She turned her attention back to Daniel. He was a superb driver which is what pilots of boats like this were called, she"d learned. He antic.i.p.ated the drift and power of each wave, as if it were an opposing player on a sports field. Sometimes he crashed over it, sometimes he eased up onto a crest and used the mound of water itself to speed the boat forward.
She found his handling of the wheel and chrome controls intensely sensual, and felt that low unfurling within her as she noted his firm grip, half smile, utter concentration. The blue eyes were focused on the water, the way a lion sights for prey.
Gabriela leaned closer yet and smelled past his aftershave to his hair and scalp and skin.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"I"ve been on rowboats in Central Park," Gabriela told him. "I"m not qualified to judge performance."
The words might have been taken as flirt. He gave no response. She wondered how she felt about that.
She continued in a shout, "But on the surface so to speak-"
He laughed.
"Incredible."
Daniel throttled back and for a time they cruised. They could speak without raising voices now. He said, with a grim expression, "Well, hate to ruin the mood, but I don"t have much time left. I really need your help." A reminder of the conundrum he"d mentioned earlier.
He nodded at a thick binder sitting on the floor of the boat between them.
She said firmly, "You have to go with the Princeton formula."
"Princeton?" He frowned.
"Look on page thirty-eight. That"s the answer."
He balanced the binder on his lap and flipped through pages. At one he stopped and stared down. "You"re sure? Princeton?"
"Absolutely no doubt."
"That"s pretty risky, don"t you think?"
"Which is why I suggested it."
He seemed uncertain.
Gabriela said, "But it"s your decision."
"No, no." Daniel looked around him. "Okay. I"ll go with it." He laughed. "The Princeton Solution." He added, "You"re a lifesaver."
She blinked at the word. "Could you pick another figure of speech? I mean, considering we"re in the middle of New York Harbor and happen to be sailing toward that really big ship."
He looked up. "It"s a mile away. That reminds me, I forgot to ask: Can you swim?"
"How bad a sailor are you?" she asked.
"I just mean I"ll give you a PPD."
"Pee-pee what?"
"Personal protection device. Or, your word: lifesaver."
"I can swim," she said.
"Hold on." When he noted her firm grip on the handholds, he steered into an impressive wake, took it head-on. The boat nearly caught air and slammed into the water on the other side of the crest. Spray dashed onto their faces.
"Come here." Daniel reached into his breast pocket and withdrew a white silk handkerchief. "Decorative only," he said, smiling. She leaned forward and he wiped the salt spray from her forehead and cheeks, then his own.
He now steered parallel to Manhattan. They took in the otherworldly sight of the lights of the city coming alive and growing brighter. In the deepening dusk, Gabriela was cold. She shivered and pulled her black-and-white jacket around her more tightly.
Daniel consulted his watch. Seven-forty. "You still up for dinner?"
"Oh, by the way. I don"t get seasick."
He frowned. "Should"ve asked too. Oops."
"I would"ve told you. I just mean, in answer to your question, yes: I"m starving. And we should get back soon. On the nights I don"t have Sarah, I call her before she goes to bed. I never miss it."
"I try to do the same, with the boys."
He turned south down the Hudson and back into the harbor proper. Daniel eased the throttle forward. He had a devilish smile. "Fifteen minutes more?"
"Sure."
He steered to the right, closer to the container ship she"d seen earlier, which was steaming at a good clip toward the Verrazano Narrows.
"G.o.d, it"s huge."
"That one"s a post-Panamax. Means she won"t fit through the Panama Ca.n.a.l."
"How high is it?" She was staring up as they approached the ma.s.sive hull, red and scabby, laden with containers of all colors.
"I don"t know," Daniel replied. "Ten stories maybe. Probably more. They"re cla.s.sified by length and breadth, not height. She"s probably a thousand feet long, a hundred twenty wide."
""She"? Are all boats girls?"
"No. They"re women." Without a millisecond of hesitation.
Got me there, she thought. And had to laugh. "It"s magnificent and it"s ugly," Gabriela called. "She is, I mean." Then she tapped the dashboard. "Your boat what"s her name? I didn"t look at the back."
"Boat."
The wind gusted. She shouted: "Right. What"s her name?"
"No, Boat"s her name."