Talk To Me. Jan Freed
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coed than a woman twelve years his senior, she commanded his full respect and attention. Hiring her after Larry died had been the smartest business move he’d ever made.
“You have visitors,” she announced as she neared, her gaze sweeping his thong sandals, cutoff jeans and cropped sweatshirt critically.
She stopped close enough for him to read anxious excitement in her gray eyes. “I can try and stall them while you go shower and change—and scrape that stubble off your face. Put on the cologne I gave you for Christmas.”
His skin prickled in warning. A second pair of feet now walked the pier.
“Oh, Lord, she didn’t wait,” Nancy blurted, confirming his premonition. “Brace yourself, Travis. Kara wants to talk to you.”
His pulse leaped first, his gaze second, landing on the silhouette framed in the doorway.
Staring at the maturation of youthful promise walking toward him, Travis found himself searching for something—anything—that didn’t please him.
No luck in her form-fitting black pants and turtleneck. His gaze lifted desperately. She’d twisted up and clipped her hair with a tortoiseshell gizmo, the style flattering her high cheekbones, wide-set eyes and long aristocratic nose.
He liked her hair better down.
She’d applied dramatic cherry-red lipstick to her kiss-me mouth, the color emphasizing her pale smooth complexion and small stubborn chin.
He liked her lips better naked.
She’d lost the air of demure innocence he’d first admired and then protected at a rowdy fraternity party. This older Kara appeared worldly and confident. In charge of herself and her surroundings. Able to handle a tipsy football player or any other man who dared try to intimidate her or stand in her way.
He liked her better helpless and grateful.
A sudden image of Kara surrounded by macho jerks slapped his conscience.
Okay, not helpless. But the new assertiveness he’d noticed last week wasn’t...ladylike. Yeah, that’s what had been bugging him. The old Kara never would’ve “dissed her man” in private, much less on national television.
Earth to Malloy, an inner voice jeered. You’re not her man anymore.
Nancy smiled a welcome as Kara stopped.
Her spicy floral perfume wafted onward—a fragrance that had lingered longest in the deep folds of her abandoned robe. He’d sniffed the silk like it was glue until he’d finally had to burn the thing to break his sick addiction.
Kara reached out and squeezed Nancy’s forearm briefly. “I’m glad to see your head’s still intact. Thanks for braving the lion in his den.”
Nancy chuckled. “No problem.”
Travis felt oafish, dirty and snarling mean. “I wouldn’t be too sure of that.”
Kara met his gaze, her expression cooling rapidly.
Once upon a time those uptilted eyes, the impenetrable green of a quiet pond, had been the proverbial window to her soul. Now Travis was forced to guess her thoughts. Another change he didn’t like.
“Hello, Travis. Could I speak to you a minute?”
He’d waited twelve friggin’ months after she’d left him to hear that question. And then it had been to announce she wanted a divorce.“I’m kinda busy right now. Why don’t you check back with me in, say, another eight years or so?”
“Tra-vis,” Nancy admonished.
“Hey, I’m not the one out of line here, Nancy. She should’ve called first and made an appointment. Even this ‘godforsaken frontier settlement’ has a phone.” From the heightened color in Kara’s cheeks, his dart had hit bull’s-eye.
Funny, how little satisfaction he felt.
Unable to meet either woman’s gaze, he leaned down, grasped the outboard motor and swung it up to his chest. Sharp pain stabbed his lower back. Hissing in a breath, he turned and headed grimly for the workbench.
“Want me to bring you more Ben-Gay?” Nancy asked, her tone deceptively sweet.
He stiffened and paused, then continued forward without answering.
Kara picked up the dropped ball. “Why does he need Ben-Gay?”
“He and his brothers helped John with inventory last night.”
“Ahhh.” Obviously she remembered the annual competition. “Who won?”
Travis jerked the motor upright between clamps and began tightening the vise.
“That depends entirely on who you ask. Each brother says he did. But my money’s on Jake.”
The motor’s casing cracked ominously. Travis loosened the clamps a fraction.
“You’re probably right,” Kara murmured. “I couldn’t help noticing how much he’s filled out since I last saw him. He’s as big as Travis now. And of course, he is six years younger.”
“True.”
Travis whirled around and stalked forward, ready to defend his title.
Feminine laughter, the indulgent kind that made a man feel eight years old, penetrated his outrage. Heat burned slowly up his neck.
Nancy pat-patted his arm. “I was only teasing, sweetie. But now that the ice is broken, I’ll just leave you two alone.” She headed for the door, calling over her shoulder, “Mr. Hadley and I will be in the office if you need us.”
Hadley? The name clicked as she ducked outside. Travis turned to Kara and folded his arms.
Her gaze skittered across his chest. “The place hasn’t changed a bit since I left,” she murmured.
His ego flinched. He watched her turn in a slow lazy circle, scanning the shed’s interior as if absorbing every detail.
She was remembering his promise to build a larger boat shed in “about three years, four years tops.” She was remembering his similar promise to build new guest cabins to replace the ones outside. She was remembering his big talk of building a 150-foot fishing pier next to the boat ramp.
Her lashes suddenly fluttered, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, her hand lifted to her throat. Following her transfixed stare to his fifteen-year-old Skeeter bass rig, he stopped breathing.
She was remembering the first time they’d made love.
His body stirred. He catapulted back to the night she’d appeared in his boat shed, chaste but eager, sweetly passionate, obliterating his noble plan to court her slowly, as a true lady deserved. God help him, he’d taken her virginity atop a cushioned bait well, then continued her education during the following weeks. They’d been crazy in love—or so he’d thought. One month after meeting her, he’d made her his wife.
One year after that, he’d followed his nose to a charred rack of lamb, shriveled green beans, crusty baked potatoes and lopsided chocolate cake. He’d eyed the tablecloth, wilted flowers, and short stubs of tall tapered candles. He’d known she was gone, and he’d almost thrown up.
Travis yanked his thoughts into the present. “I’ve got work to do, Kara. What’s on your mind?”
Her startled glance and deepening blush confirmed she hadn’t been admiring the boat’s sleek lines. Damn, why couldn’t she have stayed in his past?
He lowered his brows. “If you drove out here with Hadley to talk about some cockamamie TV talk show, you wasted your time. I already told him I wouldn’t do it.”
“I’m—” She stopped and cleared her throat. “I’m aware of that. But you’ve got to admit that the money he’s offering is quite generous.”
“I don’t need his money,”