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“About Paula …”
“I won’t tell you!”
Cain said angrily. “Can’t you understand that your sister’s life may be in danger?”
“I thought so. I don’t now.”
Cain said, “I’d like to tan your bottom.”
She obligingly turned around and bent over. “I’d love it — from you.”
Cain glared at her. “All right, when you get dressed, come to the boat and we’ll talk it over.” He stomped out, slamming doors, not angry but hoping he sounded enough so as to impress her. He was reaching for the handle of his car door when he heard her voice.
“Cain!”
He looked up. She was at a front upstairs window. “I’m hurrying, Cain.”
He swore lustily, wiped sweat from his forehead, and drove off.
CHAPTER SEVEN
CAIN
was still swearing when he stomped onto the dock. He had gone through all the words he knew in English, all those in the Portuguese and Spanish which he had picked up from fishermen and was starting in on Indian when he saw Lisa and shut up. She was still sunning herself but now she was drinking coffee.
“Fresh,” she said. “I made it when I saw you leave the roof.”
Cain glanced up at the trees. She picked his best field glasses up from where they lay by her side and handed them to him. He grinned a little as the gap in the trees swung into view and through it he could see the flat roof and the telescope.
“Two can play at that game,” he said. Returning the glasses, he ducked into the galley and came out with a cup of coffee. He squatted by the rail, sipping it. Lisa stretched luxuriantly in the sun, not speaking, waiting for him to simmer down.
He began to look relaxed. She grinned. “What you said — in Siwash.”
“I know some more,” he growled.
She laughed. “But she is cute, Cain.”
“So’s a baby shark.”
“Man-eating variety, I presume. I mean her figure.”
“I’ve spent years not noticing her figure,” Cain said. “But she’ll be bringing it along soon. Clothed, I hope.”
Lisa said, “Oh,” and got up. “She knows I’m here, I suppose.”
“She had the telescope on us when we arrived with the bags.” He shrugged. “She thinks you’re trying to steal me from her.” Lisa started to giggle but as he told her the whole thing the laughter left her. Cain did not think he was breaking a confidence; he trusted more than that in Lisa’s judgment. “She’s all out of key,” he said.
“I know,” Lisa admitted. “With me it was size. I was tall and gangly and I would have given every A grade I had to be short and cuddly and have a boy friend — any boy. But they were all undersized. Most of them still are.”
He glanced at her, taking in the long, finely shaped legs, the solid thighs, the well-balanced hips and bust. She would never be fat; she wasn’t the type. She was no lightweight but she was well proportioned. There was nothing grotesque about her. And her face was beautiful with its fine bones and wide set eyes and the humorous, warm mouth.
“I like it all,” he said.
“Reaction from attempted seduction,” she laughed. “What are you going to do, Cain?”
“Between us maybe we can get over how important this is. She’s too damned coy.”
“Honor doesn’t like me,” she said. “Between us we’d get zero. I’ll take a walk.”
“Like hell you will,” he said in a panicky voice.
Ignoring him she put on her sandals. “The easiest way, Cain, is to do what she wants. After all, she’s nearly twenty years old. And she’s determined.”
“Why doesn’t she like you?” Cain countered, ignoring the advice.
“Because Paula doesn’t like me,” she said. “Honor only saw me once before. I was obnoxiously drunk.”
“And Paula, why doesn’t she like you?”
Lisa’s eyes were amused. “Cain, you have a one-track mind. I don’t think she trusts me — I worked pretty close to Toby. I don’t really know. Now get busy and think of something to do with Honor.” She stepped onto the dock. “I’ll whistle
“I won’t tell you!”
Cain said angrily. “Can’t you understand that your sister’s life may be in danger?”
“I thought so. I don’t now.”
Cain said, “I’d like to tan your bottom.”
She obligingly turned around and bent over. “I’d love it — from you.”
Cain glared at her. “All right, when you get dressed, come to the boat and we’ll talk it over.” He stomped out, slamming doors, not angry but hoping he sounded enough so as to impress her. He was reaching for the handle of his car door when he heard her voice.
“Cain!”
He looked up. She was at a front upstairs window. “I’m hurrying, Cain.”
He swore lustily, wiped sweat from his forehead, and drove off.
CHAPTER SEVEN
CAIN
was still swearing when he stomped onto the dock. He had gone through all the words he knew in English, all those in the Portuguese and Spanish which he had picked up from fishermen and was starting in on Indian when he saw Lisa and shut up. She was still sunning herself but now she was drinking coffee.
“Fresh,” she said. “I made it when I saw you leave the roof.”
Cain glanced up at the trees. She picked his best field glasses up from where they lay by her side and handed them to him. He grinned a little as the gap in the trees swung into view and through it he could see the flat roof and the telescope.
“Two can play at that game,” he said. Returning the glasses, he ducked into the galley and came out with a cup of coffee. He squatted by the rail, sipping it. Lisa stretched luxuriantly in the sun, not speaking, waiting for him to simmer down.
He began to look relaxed. She grinned. “What you said — in Siwash.”
“I know some more,” he growled.
She laughed. “But she is cute, Cain.”
“So’s a baby shark.”
“Man-eating variety, I presume. I mean her figure.”
“I’ve spent years not noticing her figure,” Cain said. “But she’ll be bringing it along soon. Clothed, I hope.”
Lisa said, “Oh,” and got up. “She knows I’m here, I suppose.”
“She had the telescope on us when we arrived with the bags.” He shrugged. “She thinks you’re trying to steal me from her.” Lisa started to giggle but as he told her the whole thing the laughter left her. Cain did not think he was breaking a confidence; he trusted more than that in Lisa’s judgment. “She’s all out of key,” he said.
“I know,” Lisa admitted. “With me it was size. I was tall and gangly and I would have given every A grade I had to be short and cuddly and have a boy friend — any boy. But they were all undersized. Most of them still are.”
He glanced at her, taking in the long, finely shaped legs, the solid thighs, the well-balanced hips and bust. She would never be fat; she wasn’t the type. She was no lightweight but she was well proportioned. There was nothing grotesque about her. And her face was beautiful with its fine bones and wide set eyes and the humorous, warm mouth.
“I like it all,” he said.
“Reaction from attempted seduction,” she laughed. “What are you going to do, Cain?”
“Between us maybe we can get over how important this is. She’s too damned coy.”
“Honor doesn’t like me,” she said. “Between us we’d get zero. I’ll take a walk.”
“Like hell you will,” he said in a panicky voice.
Ignoring him she put on her sandals. “The easiest way, Cain, is to do what she wants. After all, she’s nearly twenty years old. And she’s determined.”
“Why doesn’t she like you?” Cain countered, ignoring the advice.
“Because Paula doesn’t like me,” she said. “Honor only saw me once before. I was obnoxiously drunk.”
“And Paula, why doesn’t she like you?”
Lisa’s eyes were amused. “Cain, you have a one-track mind. I don’t think she trusts me — I worked pretty close to Toby. I don’t really know. Now get busy and think of something to do with Honor.” She stepped onto the dock. “I’ll whistle
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