Breathless Encounter: Breathless EncounterThe Dark Side of Night Read online

  He popped the memory card out and put in another one. The footage jolted him. It was of live sharks thrashing on the deck of a fishing vessel as their fins were sawed off. They were rolled into the ocean still alive, mutilated and bloody, to die. The waste of it was sickening. If they were going to kill a shark, couldn’t they at least harvest the entire animal for its meat?

  He fast-forwarded to another set of footage, fuzzy images of ships at a distance. But the quality of the film was poor. It had been shot through rain and the visibility wasn’t great.

  Without warning, the door opened behind him. “This will be your—” A steward broke off in surprise. “Oh! I’m sorry, sir...”

  “That’s okay,” Aiden replied, hastily stuffing the camera back into the bag.

  But he wasn’t fast enough. Sunny had spotted what he’d been doing. “Hey! That’s my camera. What are you doing with it? I didn’t give you permission to mess with my stuff.”

  He winced. She was, of course, entirely right. He explained hastily, “Somebody tried to kill you. I’m trying to find out why.”

  The steward backed out discreetly and closed the door as Sunny retorted angrily, “That’s none of your business.”

  She was magnificent in her indignation. Her eyes sparked golden fire and her entire body vibrated with passion. Lord, to bed all that exploding energy—

  Not. Happening. Chagrined on several levels, he made a lame attempt to justify himself. “If you’re going to be aboard this ship, anything that might bring danger to it is my business. I wanted to know what threat we’re dealing with.”

  “If I’m such a danger, put me ashore. Sail for the nearest port and I’ll disembark. Or if you really want to get rid of me and my personal baggage, have a helicopter come get me. I saw a snazzy landing pad for one up on deck.”

  His voice rose in frustration. “I’m not trying to get rid of you. I’m trying to protect you!”

  “It looks to me like you’re trying to invade my privacy...and doing a pretty good job of it. I don’t need your protection.”

  Was she completely without a clue as to how much danger she might be in? He snapped, “Right. That’s why your boat was run over and I pulled you from the water more dead than alive. Because you’re doing such a bang-up job of taking care of yourself.”

  She snatched the bag out of his hands and clutched it to her chest in much the same way she had done underwater the night before. What was on those other memory cards she seemed so desperate to protect?

  “If I’m not mistaken,” she said stiffly, “this is my room. That being the case, please leave.”

  She was throwing him out? After he’d saved her life? Exasperation slammed into him. He was only trying to help, dammit. He surged to his feet and headed for the door. A citrus scent wafted to him as he passed by her. It was tart and sweet on his tongue and begged to be tasted more fully, and it only succeeded in making him madder.

  He paused in the doorway and spoke, his voice sounding stiff even to him. “I’m sorry if I offended you. But since my help is obviously not welcome, I’ll leave you alone. I’ll have Steig arrange to put you ashore as soon as possible.”

  * * *

  Sunny stared at the door in dismay as it closed behind Aiden. She didn’t mean to make him get all angry and distant like that; she’d just been mad that he’d been rifling through her bag. Its contents were all she had left in the entire world. Literally. Everything she owned had been on the New Dawn and was now lying on the bottom of the ocean. She didn’t need some stranger—even if he was glorious to look at—pawing through what little remained of her life.

  She was probably overreacting. And it didn’t help that she was already on edge. Spending more than thirty seconds in the company of Gemma Jones was enough to make any woman feel inferior and a little tense. The doctor was so intelligent it was hard to have a conversation with her; her mind worked so quickly that she leaped from subject to subject almost too fast to follow.

  Not to mention, Sunny was a little jealous of the easy relationship Gemma seemed to have with Aiden. Which was silly because she herself barely knew him. But something funny happened to her stomach whenever he smiled at her. And after he’d saved her life, she’d thought they had some sort of special connection. Maybe in her semiconscious state she’d just imagined it.

  Disappointment coursed through her. For a little while there, she hadn’t felt alone in the world. And it had been nice. But then he had to go and intrude in her life. What was left of it. Still, she did owe him her life, and she had snapped at him.

  She left her cabin in search of Aiden to apologize, but he was nowhere to be found. At least nowhere the crew wanted to tell her about. He’d probably given them orders to keep her away from him. Maybe Steig could intervene on her behalf.

  It was hard to believe a person could get lost on a yacht, but this one was huge. And plush. She’d never seen anything as luxurious in all her years of sailing. Eventually, she found her way to the bridge. She stepped into the high-tech space and stopped to stare.

  A sailor in a crisp white uniform spotted her. “Can I help you, miss?”

  “Is Captain Carlson available?”

  The guy glanced at a closed door at the far end of the bridge. “If you’ll follow me?”

  Steig stood up when she walked into his compact and very tidy office. “Is anything wrong, Miss Jordan?”

  “I thought we agreed you’d call me Sunny.”

  He smiled and ducked his head.

  “I need your help. I think I made Aiden mad, and I want to make it up to him.”

  Steig looked frankly shocked. “Aiden? Mad? Do tell.”

  She explained quickly. “I snapped at him when I caught him going through my things, but I’d like to apologize. Make it up to him. I thought maybe dinner with him—” Why did Steig look so stunned? “Is something wrong?” she asked quickly.

  “Not at all. Continue.”

  “If I invite him to eat with me he might say no. But I thought if you were to ask him, maybe he wouldn’t refuse. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy. Something simple like a picnic, peanut-butter sandwiches on deck, would be fine. I just need to talk to him before he throws me off the ship.”

  “Throws you off?” Steig exclaimed. “Just how angry did you make him?”

  “I kicked him out of my cabin,” she confessed. “He yelled at me first, though.”

  “Did he, now?” Steig was beginning to look amused. “He actually yelled? I definitely think I can help you. But my chef would not be caught dead serving peanut-butter sandwiches to a guest. I’ll take care of the arrangements. Say, seven o’clock tonight in the salon?”

  “Uhh, okay.”

  “Gemma will be delighted to help you with some clothes. Be sure to mention to her that Aiden yelled at you.” He waved her out of his office with one hand while an unholy smile spread across his face. “I’ve got some calls to make.”

  What had she done? Had she just set up Aiden to be the butt of some horrible practical joke that would only make him more angry at her? She visited Gemma, who reacted just as strangely as Steig to the fact that Aiden had yelled at her. The doctor pronounced it excellent news and immediately agreed to set up Sunny with a nice dress for dinner.

  What on earth? Why were they all so thrilled she’d made him mad?

  The arrangements for her grand apology in place, Sunny made her way back to her cabin. She managed to take a fretful nap but woke to the memory of a giant black shark bearing down on her with the intent to kill. She jolted awake in a cold sweat.

  Why would anyone try to kill her? Had she really made a bunch of fishermen that angry? It wasn’t as if deep-sea fishing practices were any big secret. Plenty of other documentaries had been filmed detailing their more outrageous behavior.

  Someone knocked on her door, and Sun
ny opened it to reveal a steward holding a sexy little black dress on a hanger. He also held out a clear plastic bag that contained panty hose, high-heeled shoes that looked a little big for her but would probably work in a pinch, a curling iron, hair spray and makeup. Lots of lovely makeup. God bless Gemma Jones.

  Sunny might happily sail all over the world for months on end and never see a tube of lipstick, but when she got a chance to doll herself up, she enjoyed doing it as much as the next girl. Sighing in delight, she took the offerings from the steward and retreated into her tiny bathroom to play.

  At ten minutes till seven, another knock sounded on her door. After a quick spritz of some heavenly perfume, whose name she would have to get from Gemma, she opened the door. Steig, wearing a white dress uniform, looked smashing.

  “I’m here to escort you to dinner, Miss Jordan.”

  “Sunny.”

  “It’s Miss Jordan tonight. And may I say, you look lovely.” He held out his forearm to her. Smiling shyly, she laid her hand on it and let him lead her up two decks and down a passageway to a massive living room. At the far end of it she spied a linen-covered table sporting red roses, tall candles and cut crystal.

  “You’re not pulling some kind of joke on Aiden, are you?”

  “Not at all. Why would you think that?”

  “This isn’t exactly peanut-butter sandwiches on deck.”

  “Please don’t disappoint the chef. He spent all afternoon working on making this meal perfect. He doesn’t often get a chance to go all out. The crew’s a bunch of crusty old sailors who don’t appreciate his finer gastronomic efforts.”

  “You shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble,” she murmured.

  “My pleasure. Aiden needs someone in his life who...inspires emotion.”

  Now, what did that mean? Before she could ask, Steig made a formal little bow and announced, “I’ll leave you now. Bon appétit.”

  “Uhh, thank you.”

  The salon felt huge and hollow as silence settled around her. A subliminal rumble of engines was the only sound in the background. But then, out of hidden speakers around the room, quiet chamber music started. She was so not a violins-and-haute-cuisine kind of girl. But hey. If the captain thought this would work on Aiden, she could roll with it.

  Promptly at seven, she heard movement behind her. She turned a little too quickly and stumbled in her heels, which were a tad loose. Strong hands caught her shoulders to steady her.

  “What’s this all about?” Aiden demanded sharply.

  She stared down at his Italian leather loafers in utter humiliation. So. The joke wasn’t on him, after all. It was on her.

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I asked Steig to help me apologize to you. I told him a picnic and peanut-butter sandwiches would be fine, but he insisted on all of this.”

  “Ahh.” He released her shoulders and took a step back.

  She waited for the explosion, but none came. When she couldn’t take the suspense anymore, she risked a peek up at him. It was like looking at a painted portrait. It looked like Aiden, but nothing of the real man was there in his eyes. He looked...dead. Had she alienated him that badly?

  “Gemma lent you a dress?” he asked neutrally.

  She plucked at the clingy black fabric. “Yes.”

  He nodded noncommittally. “The flowers and music?”

  “Steig’s idea.”

  “Hmm.”

  Finally, she burst out, “Say something, will you? Yell at me and tell me how mad you are or what an ungrateful bitch I am.”

  He replied politely, “You look lovely.”

  She stared in equal parts confusion and frustration as he moved away from her and over to a leather-and-brass wet bar. “Drink?” he asked mildly.

  “Sure,” she replied in utter confusion. What was up with him? He was treating her like a rather inconvenient bug.

  He concocted something that involved a shaker and lime wedges and poured it into a pair of glasses filled with ice. He carried the drinks over to the picture window where she stood and handed one to her.

  “To your health,” he commented wryly.

  “Why are you being like this?” she demanded.

  “Like what?”

  “So...polite. Aren’t you furious with me for throwing you out of my room?”

  “I was going through your things without your permission. You probably should have slapped me.”

  “I don’t slap. I have a wicked right hook, but no slapping.”

  “Check. Beware the right hook.” A pause, and then his voice thawed slightly. “Anything else I should know about you?”

  “You’re really not mad at me?” she asked in disbelief. Her family had been full of passion. Lots of arguments and shouting, but also lots of laughter and love. His cool, unflappable demeanor was totally foreign to her.

  “I’ll admit, I was...annoyed...earlier. But you were right. I’m just not used to anyone calling me out for my bad behavior. You surprised me. That’s all.”

  “Oh.” She paused for a moment, then asked, “How come no one calls you out? Are you that rich?”

  That made him smile. “I already told you this yacht doesn’t belong to me. I’m just borrowing it from a friend to use as bait.”

  She glanced around in surprise. “This is bait? For what? A rich wife?”

  His smile widened. “Hardly. I’m fishing for pirates.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Pirates. This is exactly the sort of yacht they love to steal. They board the vessel, kill everyone and take the ship. After a few exterior modifications and a new name to disguise her, she’d go for millions on the black market.”

  “Isn’t trying to attract pirates dangerous?”

  “That’s why the Nymph’s entire crew is ex-military and heavily armed. Any pirates who mess with this boat are in for a nasty surprise.”

  “Still. It sounds dangerous.”

  “No more so than running around solo in a tiny cabin cruiser filming commercial-fishing outfits doing their worst.”

  “Touché.” She raised her glass to him.

  “Any new thoughts on who might have tried to kill you?”

  She shook her head. “I wonder if I accidentally filmed something I shouldn’t have. Maybe something that has nothing at all to do with fishing.”

  “That was my thought, too. That’s the only reason I was looking at your film, by the way. I was trying to spot whatever got you in hot water.”

  “The way I remember it, the water was freaking cold.”

  He winced at the mention of her near drowning. “Next time, don’t go swimming in the ocean alone.”

  She shuddered at the idea of submerging herself in water of any kind ever again. Even the idea of submerging herself in a bathtub terrified her. Her hands and knees started to shake at the thought, in fact, and suddenly she felt more than a little nauseous. She swayed dangerously.

  Aiden moved fast to her side and lifted her drink out of her nerveless, icy fingers. “You just went ghostly white. Are you all right?”

  “Can we talk about something besides swimming?”

  A look of dawning understanding lit his face. “Scared you, did it?”

  “Wouldn’t coming within a whisker of drowning freak you out, too?”

  “I wouldn’t know. I’m a pretty good swimmer. Haven’t ever come near drowning.”

  “Lucky,” she muttered.

  He shrugged and a shadow passed through his eyes. “That’s one word for it.”

  “What word would you use to describe your swimming ability?”

  He pursed his lips. “Spectacular.”

  “Modest much?” she retorted.

  He chuckled, thawing another few millimeters. Maybe the guy was a recluse of som
e kind. Or just shy. She got the feeling engaging in this much sustained conversation was unusual for him. He kept pausing as if searching for the right words.

  “I’ll take you out swimming with me sometime. You’ll see what I’m talking about.”

  “Not me. I’m done with fishing exposés and underwater anything, thank you very much.”

  “It’s a little soon to declare yourself finished, isn’t it? Give yourself time to get over the shock of your accident.”

  She shook her head resolutely. No way was she getting back in the water. The sea had taken her parents, and it had nearly taken her. She wasn’t dumb—she knew when it was time to quit and walk away. She opened her mouth to say just that but was interrupted by a male voice behind her.

  “Dinner is ready, Miss Jordan. Mr. McKay.”

  Aiden rolled his eyes. “A simple ‘chow’s on’ would have been sufficient, Jens.”

  The steward cleared his throat. “With all due respect, you haven’t seen the meal Chef prepared. Chow is emphatically not the right word for it.”

  Aiden sighed. Then, awkwardly, he held out his arm to her. She took it, eyeing the steward with new respect as Aiden guided her to the table. The sailor was burly beneath his white monkey suit and moved with the assurance of a soldier. How could she have missed that before? She must’ve been too besotted with Aiden to notice any other males on board.

  She did notice, though, when Aiden gestured the steward aside and pulled out her chair for her himself. She glanced up at him in thanks and her breath caught at the way he was looking at her. As if she was the main course for dinner. Her stomach tumbled and she suddenly felt a little lightheaded. She was grateful to sink into her seat while she regained her bearings. Talk about a lady killer! The man was dangerous. He could knock her off her feet with a single glance. And she dared not even think about what his arms felt like around her.