The Right Path Part 23
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On a rising wave of temper, Nick whirled away from the window. Why should it concern him? Morgan James would slip out of his life like a dream in only a few weeks in any case. He'd chosen his path before, long before he'd seen her. It was his way. If she hated him for what he was, then so be it. He wouldn't al ow her to make him feel dirty and soiled.
If she'd touched his heart, he could deal with it. Sprawling into a chair, Nick scowled into the darkness. He would deal with it, he promised himself. After al he'd done, and al he'd faced, no blue-eyed witch would take him under.
Morgan felt completely alone. The solitude and silence she had so prized only a few days before now weighed down on her. The house was ful of servants, but that brought her no comfort, no company. Alex and Liz and Dorian were gone. She wandered listlessly through the morning as she had wandered restlessly through the night. The house felt like a prison-clean and white and empty. Trapped inside it, she was too vulnerable to her own thoughts.
And because her thoughts centered too often on Nick, she found the idea of lying in the bed they had shared too painful. How could she sleep in peace in a place where she could stil feel his hands on her, his lips ruthlessly pressing on hers?
How could she sleep in a room that seemed to carry that faint sea-smel that so often drifted from him?
So she couldn't sleep, and her thoughts-and needs-haunted her. What could have happened to her to cause her to love such a man? And how long could she fight it? If she surrendered to it, she'd suffer for the rest of her life.
Knowing she was only adding to her own depression, Morgan changed into a bathing suit and headed for the beach.
It was ridiculous to be afraid of the beach, afraid of the house, she told herself. She was here to enjoy both for the next three weeks. Locking herself in her room wouldn't change anything that had happened.
The sand glistened, white and bril iant. Morgan found that on facing it again, the horror didn't materialize. Tossing aside her wrap, she ran into the sea.
The water would ease the weariness, the tension. And maybe, just maybe, she would sleep tonight.
Why should she be keeping herself in a constant state of nerves over the death of a man she didn't even know? Why should she al ow the harmless stub of a cigarette to haunt her? It was time to accept the simple explanations and keep her distance.
The man had been kil ed as a result of a vil age brawl, and that was that. It had nothing to do with her, or anyone she knew. It was tragic, but it wasn't personal.
She wouldn't think about Iona, she told herself. She wouldn't think about smuggling or murders or-here she hesitated a moment and dived under a wave
-Nicholas. For now, she wouldn't think at al .
Morgan escaped. In a world of water and sun, she thought only of pleasures. She drifted, letting the tension sink beneath the waves. She'd forgotten, in her own misery, just how clean and alive the water made her feel. For a few moments she would go back to that first day, to that feeling of peace she'd found without even trying.
Liz was going to need her in the next day or two. And Morgan wouldn't be any help at al if she were haggard and tense. Yes, tonight she'd sleep- she'd had enough of nightmares.
More relaxed than she had been in days, Morgan swam back toward sh.o.r.e. The sand s.h.i.+fted under her feet with the gentle current. Shel s dotted the sh.o.r.eline, clean and glistening. She stood and stretched as the water lapped around her knees. The sun felt glorious.
"So Helen rises from the sea."
Lifting her hand, Morgan s.h.i.+elded her eyes and saw Andrew. He sat on the beach by her towel, watching her.
"It's easy to understand how she set kingdoms at odds." He stood and moved to the water's verge to join her. "How are you, Morgan?" "I'm fine." She accepted the towel he handed her and rubbed it briskly over her hair.
"Your eyes are shadowed. A blue sea surrounded by clouds." He traced her cheek with a fingertip. "Nick told me about Iona Theoharis." He took her hand and led her back to the white sand. Dropping the towel, Morgan sat beside him. "It's a bit soon for you to have to handle something like that, Morgan, I'm sorry you had to be the one to find her."
"It seems to be a talent of mine." She shook her head. "I'm much better today, real y." Smiling, she touched his cheek. "Yesterday I felt ... actual y I don't think I felt much of anything yesterday. It was like I was watching everything through a fisheye lens. Everything was distorted and unreal. Today it's real, but I can cope with it."
"I suppose that's nature's way of cus.h.i.+oning the senses."
"I feel this incredible sorrow for Alex and Liz-and for Dorian." She leaned back on her elbows, wanting to feel the sun as it dried the water on her skin.
"It's so hard on them, Andrew. It leaves me feeling helpless." She turned her face to his, pus.h.i.+ng at her streaming hair. "I hope this doesn't sound hard, but I feel, after these past two days, I think I've just realized how glad I am to be alive."
"I'd say that's a very healthy, very normal reaction." He, too, leaned back on his elbows, narrowing his eyes against the sun as he studied her. "Oh, I hope so. I've been feeling guilty about it."
"You can't be guilty about wanting to live, Morgan." "No. Suddenly I realized how much I want to do. How much I want to see. Do you know, I'm twenty-six, and this is the first time I've been anywhere?
My mother died when I was a baby and my father and I moved to New York from Philadelphia. I've never seen anything else." As drops of water trickled down her skin, she shook her damp hair back. "I can speak five languages, and this is the first time I've been in a country where English isn't needed. I want to go to Italy and France." She turned to face him more directly. Her eyes, though stil shadowed, were huge with adventure. "I want to see Venice and ride in a gondola.
I want to walk on the Cornish moors and on the Champs d'elysees." She laughed and it felt marvelous. "I want to climb mountains."
"And be a fisherman?" He smiled and laid a hand over hers.
"Oh, I did say that, didn't I?" She laughed again. "I'l do that, too. Jack always said my taste was rather eclectic." "Jack?"
"He's a man I knew back home." Morgan found the ease with which she put him in the past satisfying. "He was in politics. I think he wanted to be king."
"Were you in love with him?"
"No, I was used to him." She rol ed her eyes and grinned. "Isn't that a terrible thing to say?"
"I don't know-you tel me."
"No." she decided. "Because it's the truth. He was very cautious, very conventional, and, I'm sorry to say, very boring. Not at al like ..." Her voice trailed off.
Andrew fol owed her gaze and spotted Nick at the top of the cliff. He stood, legs apart, hands thrust in his pockets, staring down at them. His expression was unreadable in the distance. He turned, without a wave or a sign of greeting, and disappeared behind the rocks.
Andrew s.h.i.+fted his gaze back to Morgan. Her expression was total y readable.
"You're in love with Nick."
Morgan brought herself back sharply. "Oh, no. No, of course not. I hardly know him. He's a very disagreeable man. He has a brutal temper, and he's arrogant and bossy and without any decent feelings. He shouts."
Andrew took in this impa.s.sioned description with a lifted brow. "We seem to be talking about two different people." Morgan turned away, running sand through her fingers. "Maybe. I don't like either one of them."
Andrew let the silence hang a moment as he watched her busy fingers. "But you're in love with him." "Andrew-"
"And you don't want to be," he finished, looking thoughtful y out to sea. "Morgan, I've been wondering, if I asked you to marry me, would it spoil our friends.h.i.+p?"
"What?" Astonished, she spun her head back around. "Are you joking?"
Calmly, he searched her face. "No, I'm not joking. I decided that asking you to bed would put a strain on our friends.h.i.+p. I wondered if marriage would.
Though I didn't realize you were in love with Nick."
"Andrew," she began, uncertain how to react. "Is this a question or a proposal?"
"Let's take the question first."
Morgan took a deep breath. "An offer of marriage, especial y from someone you care for, is always flattering to the ego. But egos are unstable and friends.h.i.+ps don't require flattery." Leaning over, she brushed his mouth with hers. "I'm very glad you're my friend, Andrew."
"Somehow I thought that would be your reaction. I'm a romantic at heart."
Shrugging, he gave her a rueful smile. "An island, a beautiful woman with a laugh like a night wind. I could see us setting up house in the cottage. Fires in the winter, flowers in the spring."
"You're not in love with me, Andrew."
"I could be." Taking her hand, he turned it palm up and studied it. "It isn't your destiny to fal in love with a struggling poet." "Andrew-"
"And it isn't mine to have you." Smiling again, he kissed her hand. "Stil , it's a warm thought."
"And a lovely one. Thank you for it." He nodded before he rose. "I might decide Venice offers inspiration." Andrew studied the protruding section of the gray stone wal before turning back to her. "Maybe we'l see each other there." He smiled, the flas.h.i.+ng boyish smile, and Morgan felt a twinge of regret. "Timing, Morgan, is such an essential factor in romance."
She watched him cross the sand and mount the steps before she turned back to the sea.
Chapter Ten
The vil a whispered and trembled like an old woman. Even after al her promises to herself that morning, Morgan couldn't sleep. She rol ed and tossed in her bed, frantical y bringing herself back from dreams each time she started to drift off. It was too easy for Nick to slip into her mind in a dream. Through sheer force of wil , Morgan had blocked him out for most of the day. She wouldn't surrender to him now, for only a few hours' sleep.
The Right Path Part 23
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