didnât care for the way Chloe looked at himâas if he needed her pity. âLetâs go.â
Chloe caught his arm, and her fingers were cool on sun-warmed skin. âYouâre afraid of the water, arenât you?â
âWhat makes you say that?â He gave her a look designed to prevent any further questions.
She smiled. âWell, it might be the way you gripped the seat when we were out with David and Sammy. Or the way you turned white when my daddy asked you to hop down on the boat. Donât you know how to swim?â
âEveryone knows how to swim.â Heâd forced himself to learn in college, when heâd realized that ability was taken for granted by his classmates. âIâve just never liked it, thatâs all. Letâs go up to lunch.â
Her fingers tightened. âIâm sorry. This is a bad place to be if youâre afraid of the water.â
âIâm not afraid,â he snapped. It was none of Chloeâs business, anyway. What right did she have to push him? Maybe sheâd be the one telling stories about this trip to amuse her friendsâhow the big corporate executive was afraid of a little water.
She shrugged. âItâs nothing to be ashamed of. I just thought since youâre here, maybe youâd like to try and get over it.â
He forced himself to look at her. He didnât see amusement in her eyes, just concern, maybe friendship. He grimaced. âHave you been taking psychology lessons in your spare time, Chloe?â
Her smile sparkled like sunlight on the waves. âNo. But as long as we have to stay for a weekâ¦â
She let that sentence trail off, but the challenge in her gaze reminded him that he was pushing her to do something she didnât want to do. It dared him to do the same.
âAll right.â He pushed away from the dock railing. âI guess you have a deal. Now can we go?â
She nodded demurely. âOf course.â She led the way off the dock.
He should feel better once he was back on solid ground, following Chloe toward the porch. He should, but he didnât. Oh, it wasnât the business of getting over his fear. He could suck it up and pretend, if he had to.
What bothered him was considerably more personal. It was the realization that heâd just shown Chloe a piece of himself. It was a piece he always kept hidden, along with anything else that might make him vulnerable. He wasnât sure how Chloe had come far enough into his inner life to see it. Or how heâd ever get her out again.
Chapter Five
âA re you ready?â Chloe stood knee-deep in the shallows of the sound, steadying the kayak with her hand. The afternoon sun was hot on her shoulders. Later in the summer the water would reach the temperature of a warm bath, but now it felt pleasantly cool. Theyâd spent the past two days ostensibly sight-seeing while Luke looked at possible hotel sites, but sheâd finally gotten him to make good on his promise.
She watched Lukeâs face as he looked from her to the softly rocking two-person craft. Heâd obviously clamped down hard on his feelings. This was the face he wore when he met a challenge in the business arenaâimpassive, determined, aggressive. If he felt any fear, he certainly didnât intend to show it to her.
âYouâre sure you know how to operate one of these things?â Luke raised straight black brows and prodded the kayak.
âDaniel and David had me out in one before I went to kindergarten.â She braced it with both hands. âClimb in and get the feel of it. Weâll stay where we can stand up, I promise.â
And where no one would see them. She didnât say that out loud, but she knew it was in his thoughts. Luke would never want anyone to see him doing something he didnât do well. But she also knew that if he once started something, he wouldnât quit until he had mastered it.
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