Body Heat Part 3

"I'm not...." He hesitated, caught by the worry in her gaze, the near desperation. She truly wanted to help him. Mel Tucker was showing him tenderness.

That fact left him a little shaky. "Oh, h.e.l.l, go ahead then. Suit yourself. I can see you're going to be stubborn about this."

The first thing she pulled out of his bag was his business envelope, thickly padded and sealed. It held the contract of buying terms, a check, insurance papers. Everything he'd needed for his future. Now all wasted.

"What's this?"

He stared at the blazing sun and silently cursed the ocean, the weather and drunk captains. "Pretty much useless garbage at this point."

His tone was mean enough to put off more questions.

Of course, that didn't stop Mel. The rich lived by their own rules and seldom let anything stand in their way.

Still rummaging, she said, "It looks important."

"Was important. But I missed the deadline by now."

"Deadline for what? Oh, look. These will do nicely as a bandage."

Appalled, Adam growled, "I'm d.a.m.n well not wearing my underwear on my head!"

"Oh, for goodness sake, I'll rip them up. They're white cotton and will work perfectly."

He shook his head. "h.e.l.l, no."

"Adam..."

"If you're so set on underwear, let's use yours."

Her eyes widened, and she sputtered. "I'm wearing mine!"

"So take them off."

She looked ready to smack him. "Mine won't do."

"Why not? You said underwear was perfect and I'd d.a.m.n sure rather it be-"

"Mine aren't white and they aren't cotton," she blurted, then he watched, fascinated, as her face turned bright red.

He was still cad enough to love seeing a woman's blush, especially Mel's. "Do tell."

She wouldn't look at him. "Stop trying to distract me."

"I was distracting myself." Not that it would take much with her standing there still damp, her skin dewy, her skirt and halter clinging to her body. She was as thin as she'd been in high school, her ribs visible below the halter top, but she looked so soft, too, so d.a.m.n female.

He cleared his throat. "All right. We'll skip undies altogether. Find something else. This'll do." He lifted out a black T-s.h.i.+rt he'd brought for the trip home, to wear with his jeans. Once the business meeting ended, he'd planned to get comfortable again. He positively hated suits.

Mel shook her head. "Black isn't good because it'll be harder to see if you're still bleeding."

"It's either this or your panties. Take your pick."

She took the T-s.h.i.+rt. "You always were a rotten bully, Adam Stone."

"So you ought to be used to it, right?" He was done trying to convince her he'd changed. What difference did it make, anyway? When all was said and done, they were still separated by a background that would never alter.

Adam drew his key ring from his bag. It had a small but lethally sharp pocketknife attached. He attacked the s.h.i.+rt with a vengeance.

Staring at the knife, Mel asked, "Why in the world are you carrying that?"

"Old instincts are hard to shake. I got the knife when I was sixteen, when we still lived by the river." He glanced at her, saw her appalled expression and shook his head. "I've never gutted anyone, honey. I've just kept it for protection. And because now I'm used to carrying it."

"Good grief, do you still have your leather jacket, too?"

He grinned. "As a matter of fact, yeah, I do. But it's too small for me to wear anymore. My mother bought me that jacket by taking in sewing. It means a h.e.l.l of a lot to me. Of course, if she'd known what a redneck I felt like wearing it, she probably would have taken it back."

She laughed. "You did have your moments of mischief."

Adam tipped his head and studied her. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

He tweaked a dark, glossy curl by her ear. "You still got those Minnie Mouse combs you used to wear in your hair, one on each side?"

She looked surprised that he remembered; he could have told her there was little he'd ever forgotten, at least about her. He remembered the cute little dresses she used to wear, how serious she always looked, how alone.

His heart twisted in a familiar pang, and he cleared his throat. He didn't have the material things she'd had, but he'd had a close group of friends and always knew his family was there to give him as much moral support as he needed. "Do you still have them?"

She dipped her head to hide her face. "I do. I bought them myself when I turned fourteen. My mother thought they were frivolous, but I always loved them."

"Worth a lot, huh?"

"Worth a lot to me, but not to too many other people."

Adam felt like they were suddenly on dangerous ground. He knew Melanie had never had the best relations.h.i.+p with her parents. They'd loved her, there was never any doubt of that. But their expectations had always been pretty high. She wasn't allowed to be a regular kid, with regular faults. She was supposed to be better than that. Maybe those silly little combs had been her first attempt at independence.

Adam abruptly changed the subject. He didn't like seeing her so melancholy. He'd take her temper any day. "So what are we doing here? Do you want to use this d.a.m.n s.h.i.+rt or not? Or are you just waiting for me to bleed to death."

"You said you weren't bleeding that much anymore!"

He shrugged, which only annoyed her more. He handed her the sliced-up T-s.h.i.+rt, then suffered through her efforts.

Actually suffer was a very apt word. Despite her new pique, she didn't hurt him. But she was so gentle when she cleaned away the rest of the sand and smoothed his hair, when she held the wadded bandage in place then wrapped a strip of the s.h.i.+rt around his forehead like a headband. Her scent enveloped him again, and twice he felt her b.r.e.a.s.t.s brush his shoulder.

Oh, h.e.l.l. He was wearing no more than snug boxers, and his interest would be blatantly obvious if he didn't distract himself and quick.

"So what were you doing on this trip, all alone? Very few people vacation without a companion."

She carefully knotted the wrap. With a shrug in her tone, she said, "I'm used to being alone. And it makes it easier for me to think."

"To think about what?"

She finished with his bandage and sat back on her heels. The skirt pulled tight over her long thighs and smooth knees. That held his attention for several heartbeats, and when he finally looked at her face, he decided she looked uncertain. Adam thought she'd refuse to answer, but she lifted one shoulder and said, "About what to do with myself for the rest of my life."

"You couldn't figure that out back in Brockton?" Adam closed his bag and stood.

She stood also and dusted the sand off herself. "There were...distractions at home."

He took her hand with his free one and started them down the beach again. Mel didn't object, and he enjoyed touching her. Her fingers were so slender, her hand so tiny in his large one. "What kind of distractions?"

"Oh, family, friends...an ex-fiance."

That last distraction caused his stomach to tighten. Trying to sound only mildly interested, he asked, "Family?"

"Surely you remember my mother and father. They're a bit...overwhelming. And they like to try to run my life."

"I remember they did run your life. They pretty much chose your friends, your clothes, your first car."

She nodded. "But that was before college. I came back a different woman."

She looked at him, and he could tell his reaction mattered to her. He smiled. "If what I've seen so far is evidence, I'd say you're very different."

"Yes." She let out a breath, satisfied. "But they didn't like it much. They're constantly trying to make my decisions for me, especially about who I marry. I needed time away from their campaigning."

"What about your friends?"

"They mean well, but they don't understand."

"Understand what?"

"Me." They walked several yards before she added, "They thought I should go back to my fiance, that we'd make a perfect couple. Jerry is well established, influential. They all thought he wors.h.i.+ped me, but..."

Again his stomach clenched and his heart thumped awkwardly. The man she described was everything Adam would never be, the perfect cultured mate for a woman of her breeding. Adam had always known when Mel married, it would be to someone exactly like that.

He'd hated it then, and he hated it now.

The rain had stopped, but the humidity was almost choking. He felt he couldn't get a deep enough breath. "So what happened?"

"I didn't love him. And he didn't love me."

A warmth surged through Adam, making his muscles ripple. He clenched her hand a little tighter. "Your parents and your friends don't think love matters?"

"They thought I'd grow to love him."

She looked out over the ocean, avoiding his gaze. But Adam didn't mind. Just seeing her profile was nice. He liked the upward tilt of her nose, the way her long lashes cast shadows over her cheeks. He even liked her ears.

d.a.m.n. "Do you think it's possible you would have?"

Blue eyes darted his way, incredulous. "No. Not ever."

"Then you made the right decision."

"I know. But now what?" With her toes pointed, she kicked up sand and swung his hand just a little. "I mean, I need to find a job of some sort and get my life together."

Frowning, Adam asked, "You need to find work?"

Her eyes widened. "Oh! I don't mean that I'm broke or anything like that. But you see, Jerry is a lawyer, and I was his secretary. After I broke my engagement, it didn't seem right to work for him. And I wanted to do something new, anyway. Besides, work shouldn't only be about money."

Adam shook his head in disbelief. "Only the rich could have such an att.i.tude."

"That's not true." She frowned at him. "Don't you want to enjoy your work? To have goals to reach for and take pride in? Don't you want to make a difference somehow?"

"I wanted to make a difference to my mother. She deserves some peace now, some time to take it easy. And I wanted to give my brother a chance, lots of chances, to do the things I didn't get to do."

Very tentatively, she asked, "You say all that as if it's impossible now."

"No. I'll get to that point eventually. But it should have been today." He released her hand to run his fingers through his hair, only to encounter the makes.h.i.+ft bandage. His fist dropped to thump against his bare thigh. "If I hadn't gone overboard, I'd be on Marco Island right now, buying a small resort. My mother and Kyle are probably sitting by the phone, waiting for my call this very minute."

"Adam..."

He heard her concern but couldn't bear it if she felt sorry for him. He shook his head, dredging up lost control. "Forget it, Mel."

"But if you have the money to buy one resort, then surely you could just get another."

He laughed at her, more aware than ever of the differences in their outlooks. "This particular resort was dirt cheap because it needs a lot of work that Kyle and I could have done after it was ours. Unlike you or your family, I'm well used to working up a sweat. I could have turned the resort around. But the agent, Mr. Danvers, was clear that if I missed the deadline, it would be sold to the next bidder, who was only slightly below me. I scrambled around for two weeks getting things in order-only to fall off the G.o.dd.a.m.ned boat."

Adam abruptly shut his mouth, disgusted with the situation and with himself. Why had he opened up to her like that? The details of his real estate deal were none of her business. h.e.l.l, he'd wanted to impress her, not drive home how shaky his financial position still was.

"Tell me about your family, Adam."

He scrubbed at his face, then twisted to see her. She knelt in the sand beside him, her expression sincere, curious. Adam shrugged. "Kyle is totally different from me, more like my mother. He smiles all the time, and nothing gets him down. When we were younger, and things got rough at home, I'd always end up in trouble, fighting with someone or mouthing off at school. Not Kyle. Everyone likes him."

"And your mother?"

"She's the strongest person I know." His eyes narrowed and he looked out at the endless expanse of sea. "Even when Dad died, she held up, doing what had to be done, getting through each day. As soon as I could make enough money, I moved them away from Brockton, so we could all have a new start. We didn't go far, even stayed in Ohio, but now they were looking forward to Florida." His jaw tightened and he threw a fistful of sand. "d.a.m.n, I hate to let them down."

Mel's hand touched his, and she whispered, "I'm sorry."

Her soft apology made him realize what a heel he'd been. It wasn't her fault he'd lost his balance, but he let her believe he'd jumped in to rescue her. Oh, h.e.l.l.

"I fell in, Mel."

She touched his shoulder. "I know. Trying to save me."

He glared at her over his shoulder. "Didn't you hear me? I fell in. Yes, I made a grab for you, but no, I did not leap in to rescue you. h.e.l.l, that would have been an idiotic thing to do. If I hadn't lost my balance I would have just told the captain to turn the stupid boat around."

She looked confused. "You lied to me?"

"No, I didn't lie. You just a.s.sumed."