over the end of the couch, she saw a tanned masculine hand. It wasn’t moving. She guessed Yusef was asleep, as she could hear a soft snoring coming from his general area.
Seeing her husband took her a little by surprise. It shouldn’t have, as she expected to see him eventually. But remembering his hands, so strong and sure as they touched her, sent a shiver over her spine. Instantly, she grabbed her sore arm and frowned. She wondered what the Pirate Code said about someone else healing you against your will. Honestly, it had never once come up until now. Most pirates were a callous lot and did not take well to nurturing each other.
Ignoring Yusef, she stealthily moved across the wood floors. The boards did not creak as she walked over them. Going to the sliding glass door, she unlatched it and snuck outside without making a sound.
The air was surprisingly cool for such a bright day. Birds sang beautifully in the distance. Little noises of insects came from the large forest. The air was fresh and the sky a clear greenish-blue. Olena saw that there were three suns shining in the cloudless sky--two yellow, one blue.
Seeing a path leading into the forest, her curiosity got the better of her and she wandered off. The new, longer length of her hair was heavy on her back but she ignored it. She was sure she looked horrible. If anyone came across her, they would probably scream like they were under attack. Olena smiled. It wouldn’t be the first time she was mistaken for a witch. She just hoped the Qurilixen didn’t burn anyone at the stake. She didn’t want to go through that one again.
To her pleasure, she saw a small pond just off the side of the path. Picking her way through the yellow ferns she came to the edge and smiled. The water looked clear. Dipping her toe in, she smiled. It was warm.
Olena glanced around and listened. The insects buzzed, but aside from that the forest was quiet. Without further contemplation, she pulled the nightgown over her head and dove naked into the pond.
* * * *
Yusef yawned, rubbing his tired eyes. He had been up most of the night looking after his wife. Her fits had stopped during the late hours and he could finally relax enough to sleep.
After going to the bathroom, he went to check on his patient. Cracking open the door, he frowned. She was gone.
Yusef pushed back his hair and made a quick survey of his home. Seeing the latch to the sliding glass door was unhooked, he went outside, not bothering with boots. It wasn’t hard for him to pick up her scent and he followed the trail to the east pond. Hearing splashing, he slowed. Seeing the discarded nightgown, he grinned.
Coming up through the trees, he quietly pulled back a branch. The surface of the water rippled where she had gone under. He made his way to the shoreline, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for her to emerge.
Olena came up with a graceful flow of the arms, leaning forward to float naked on the water before diving back under the surface. Yusef wanted to growl at the little wood sprite scene. His eyes blazed with fire.
Beneath the water, Olena chuckled to herself. She had seen Yusef on the shore, but chose to ignore him until she could compose herself to properly handle him. He was a handsome man, standing so tall against the forest background. No longer able to hold her breath, she broke through the surface and treaded water. Slowly swimming her arms, she brought herself around to face him.
"You really shouldn’t be swimming in there," Yusef called lightly when she looked at him. A stunning smile formed on his handsome, dark face, making her skin tingle with a little shiver of feminine longing.
"Why? Afraid I’ll drown?" she called back, leaning back to get her hair off her face. The red flames pooled in darkened glory around her on the surface.
"No," he mused, "givre."
"Giv--what?" she asked, her tone playful as she again dove under the surface, giving him a quick view of her very muscular
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