Sandra
foundherplaceonabenchseatneartheportsideoftheboat -whichshehadbeentoldwasthenauticaltermfortheleftside.Nexttoherwereamiddle-agedwomanandherhusband,AngelaandMichaelGibbonsofNewHavenConnecticut,celebratingtheirthirty-fifthweddinganniversary.Michaelannouncedthattheyweretheretoexperienceallsortsofnew and exciting things, winking at his wife with a seductive smilethatmadetheothersinthegroupchuckleandhiswifeblushprofusely.The
skipperoftheboat and their diving instructorwasaFrenchmannamedRuelleLefebvre,whonowsteppedontothevesselandwentintotheglass-enclosedcabinwherethesteeringwheelwas.Hissun-bleached hairwasshoulderlengthandpulledintoaponytailatthebackofhishead,hisfaceandhandstannedandweatheredbythemanylongyearsatsea.His wornyellowtee-shirtandfaded cut-off bluejean shorts stood out in stark contrast to the newpairofblacksneakersonhislargesocklessfeet.Hewasapoliteman,veryarticulateinhisorders, and Sandra smiled at the way hisbrightgreeneyessparkledwhenhespoke.Twodeckhandshadbeguntosecuretheropesandpreparedtheshipfortheopenseasastheenginesturnedoverandroaredtolife.Sandra
felttheexcitementrise within her whentherestofthegrouptookuptheseatsalongtherightsideoftheship -orthestarboardside - asshewastold. Theirconversationstookonatoneofanxiouschattering, and Sandra found herself twisting her fingers together in her lap at an attempt to control her nerves. She lookedaroundherandnotedthatshewastheonlyonewithoutapartner,andwasslightlyembarrassedaboutthefact,butshesatalittletallerinherseatandsquaredhershoulderswithdetermination.Shedidn’tneedapartnertoswim,shetoldherselfproudly,andtherewouldbeaninstructorwithherafterallastheyallwouldhave.Shewouldjusthavetoexperienceallofthisonherown,withoutasignificant otherorspecialsomeonetoholdherhand,liketheothershad.She
drewadeepbreathtosteadyhernervesastheshipsuddenlytookalungeforward.Theymovedslowlyoutofthestallthenturnedandpickedupspeed,leavingthedocksbehindastheyheadedintotheopenwaters to their designated diving site.Herexcitementbegantomount,andsheturnedtowatchtheshipbreakthroughtheocean’ssurface, drawing a few deep breaths to try and calmheranxiety.“Hello
again,”afriendlyBritishvoicesaidbesideherandsheturnedwithastart,watching asthelongframeofCreightonAshfordsatdownbesideher.She
lookedintoapairofdarksapphireblueeyesandwasmomentarilylostintheirdepths.Hissmilewasintriguingandgenuineasheleanedagainstthebackoftheseatwithease,hisarmrestingbehindherontherailing.“Hi,”
wasaboutasmuchasshecouldbringherselftosay,herbreathingmorerapidthanafewminutesagoandherthroatsuddenlydry.“Is
thisyourfirstlesson?”heaskedwitharaisedbrow.She
wishedhewouldn’tlooksoinviting. Itmadeitdifficulttoconcentrate.Sheturnedherfaceawayfromhimandnodded.“Well,
Ruelleisagreatinstructor.You’reluckyyoucouldgetinononeofhisclasses.”“Do
youknowMonsieurLefebvre?”sheaskedlookingbackathim,tryingtoengagehiminanormalconversation,andforgettheextraordinarilygoodlooks that sent her heart racing again.“Yes,
Itooklessonsfromhimaboutsevenyearsago.RuelleisreallyoneofthebestdiversinallofFrance.ItrytocomehereonholidaywheneverIcan,thoughit’snotoftenenough.”She
staredatthemanandsmiled,notknowingexactlywhattosay.Heseemedopenandfriendly,completelyrelaxed as he sat nexttoheronthecushionedbench.The
Skipperpulledtheboattoahaltwhiletheyweretalking,andtheapprehensionshehadbeenexperiencingearlierwasback,tenfold.ShelookedoverthebackoftheseatandintotheclearcrystalblueoftheMediterraneanSea,fightingtheurgetovomit.Itwasn’ttheshiportheslightrockingonthewaterthatmadeherfeelill. Itwastheideathatshewasgoingtobedownthereinafewmoments.Maybethiswasn’tsuchagreatidea,shetoldherselfandquicklytriedtothinkofawaytoescapegoingintothewater.“Crey,”
Ruellesaidwithajubilanttonetohisheavyaccent,causingtheheadsofthepassengerstoturntowardthetwomen.“Ididnotseeyoucomeonboard,butI’mverygladyouarehereMon Ami."“Bonjour
Ruelle,”Creightonsaidwithachuckleashestoodand shooktheolderman’shand,smilingthatbrilliant heart stoppingwhitesmile.“Heureuxdevousvoiranouveau.”Sandra
reallywishedshehadtaken some French lessons before coming here.Aboutallsheunderstoodoutoftheirconversationwasthefacttheywerefriends,otherthanthatshewasaboutasnaiveasanewbornbabe.“What
bringsyouhere,Crey?”Ruelleaskedhimcheerfully.“Thought
I’dtakeadivewhilethedaywasyoung,andwhoelsewouldIgowithbutmyoldfriend?”“Très
bien,”themansaidwithaglancetowardSandra.“Thisisveryfortunate.MademoiselleDennisdoesnothaveapartner.Youcangodownwithher,yes?”Creighton
turnedtoSandra, hissmilewaswarmandinviting.Shecouldfeelthecuriouseyesoftheotherpassengersastheycametorestonherredface.“I
wouldlovetogodownwithMissDennis,”hesaidwinking at the young woman.The thought of being alone with this man, who sent her heart in a tizzy, didn’t exactly help relieve her anxiety.
“Merveilleux.
Withyou,shewillnotneedatrainer.”Ruelleslappedthemanontheback.“Wewillgoofftheaft deck,”hesaidashepassedthroughthesmall aislebetweenthepassengers.“Remembertofallbackwardintothewater. Letthetanktakeyoudownandstaywithyourtrainer.”Ruelle
continuedtospeak,reintegratinghisinstructionsasheledthegrouptothebackoftheboat.Theothercouples,alongwiththeprofessionalscubatrainers,steppedtothebackoftheboatandbegantostrapontheirtankswhileSandrasattryingtothinkofareasontobackout. She was beginning to doubt her sanity for coming on this boat, and her stomach lurched at the thought of what might happen.“Scared?”
Creightonaskedashesatdownnexttoher,hisarmrestingontherailingbehindheragain.“I’m
notsurethiswassuchagoodidea,”shewhispered,feelingsuddenlyverysmallandafraidtobealonesofarfromhome.“I’ll
berightbesideyou.Iwon’tletanythinghappen.”He
stoodupandstretchedouthishandforhertotake andshelookedatit,bitingherlowerlip.Shefounditextremelydifficulttobreathewhenhewasjustsittingnexttoher. Whatwouldhappentoherifshedaredtotouchhim?“Trust
me?”heaskedsoftly.Something
inhiswordsmadeherlookupintohisdeep-blueeyesandsuddenlyshefeltsafe.Sheslowlyreachedup,slippingherhandintohisandbit her bottom lip to steady her nerves.Ashockwavepassedthroughherashesqueezedherfingersandpulledhergentlyfromherseat.“Try to keep your breathing even and just flow with it,” he told her as they walked toward the back of the boat. “We’ll go slow and stay close to the surface. Once you get your bearings, we’ll go a little deeper, but I’ll let you set the pace. Alright?” She nodded, feeling a strange thumping of her heart. It was as if he was speaking in a different context than diving, but she was too nervous to concentrate on the undertone of his words.Sandra sat down on the edge of the platform in the back of the boat, pulling her yellow tee-shirt and blue shorts off to reveal the black wet suit she wore underneath, and watched while Creighton lifted the air tank to her back. It was heavy, and she gasped as he tightened the straps across her chest, then smiled reassuringly, slipping the full-face mask over her head. His eyes were dark and danced with an emotion she couldn’t name as he adjusted the harness and valves before sitting down across from her, slipping into his rubber suit and mask.“This
“Don’t worry about it,” he said through her helmet speaker. “It’s not after us, but we should get back to the boat. It’s not safe to tempt fate.” She nodded her agreement and was about to swim back toward the ship when Creighton’s hand stopped her. “Aren’t you going to take a picture? You may never get a chance to see another shark this close.” “I don’t want it to see us,” she whispered and heard the now familiar chuckle through her helmet.“It won’t hear you even if you whisper,” he teased. “Take the picture.” Her hands trembled as she drew the camera up, and she realized she was holding her breath again as she snapped the picture. The shark continued to swim with the rest of the fish, not paying the least bit of attention to the silent spectators. “Are you ready to go back?” Creighton asked, watching as the camera drifted in the water by the strap holding it around her wrist when she let go of it. Her legs were shaking, and she could feel the adrenalin burning within her veins
The sun had dropped much lower by the time they got back to the docks, and a warm glow of pinks and turquoise was slowly spreading across the evening sky. It was absolutely beautiful. Sandra stayed behind to enjoy the tranquility of the sea as the rest of the passengers disembarked. She closed her eyes, basking in the sounds of sea gulls echoing across the water, the soft creaking of waves broke the stillness as they caressed the wooden pillars of the walkway. She was relaxed and comfortable and yet oddly reenergized.“One of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen,” Creighton said softly, making her aware that he was still sitting beside her. She nodded again, drawing a deep breath. This specific moment was definitely worth all the sacrifice she had made in order to come here. When she looked back toward Creighton, she blushed, realizing he was watching her.“Ruelle needs to close up the ship for the night,” he told her gently, an inviting smile caressing his lips as he took her ha
The aroma of lilacs drifted about the small confines of the bathroom as she stood at the sink, blow drying her hair. Sandra pulled the brush through her long red-brown strands, making certain the wave and curl was flat and obeying. Her hair lay softly down the middle of her back as she looked in the mirror at her reflection, smiling at the woman who stared back at her. She loved the tanned color of her face, neck and shoulders above the towel wrapped snugly around her bust, and how it made her bright green eyes seem to shine like emeralds. She may have to keep going to the tanning booth once she returned home. Regardless of the “C” word warnings.The sweet sounds of Jackie Evancho played on her iPod while she finished getting ready. The gentle voice and soft music made it much easier to concentrate on her task. She retrieved the small bag of cosmetics from the chest of drawers and applied a little mascara to her unusually long lashes, batting her eyes playfully at the green-eyed image
Maybe he was in the arms of that very attractive waitress from the beach. Damn it! She wouldn’t have taken so much time getting ready if she had known he wasn’t serious. It would be less embarrassing if she were in jeans rather than a dress. At least she would be able to hold her head up high and feel comfortable doing it. She felt like a stupid country hick, debating on whether to go down to the lobby or not. She looked back at the clock and realized with a start that she was late. It was three minutes after eight.With a deep sigh, Sandra rechecked her clutch purse, slipped her room key card into it and smoothed her hand over her dress and hair. She was ready, for whatever the night should bring. As she stepped out of the door, she heard her mother’s sweet voice echoing through her memory.Be proud of who you are, sweetheart, and what you are. It doesn’t matter where a person comes from that makes them worthy of your affection. It’s what’s inside that matters.Sandra ignored the lif
“Here’s to getting to know each other much, much better,” he said, gently placing the glass to his lips, his eyes remained focused on her face, the cool liquid slowly slipping across his tongue. She took a quick sip of her drink and wrinkled her nose at the tiny bubbles that tickled her upper lip. It was very good, sweet and cool and she was certain, especially after looking at this vehicle, it cost much more than anything she had ever had. She cleared her throat softly, trying to refocus her attention on their surroundings rather than the man next to her.“You said you loved pasta but didn’t eat it often. I hope you don’t mind that we’re having Italian for supper,” he said, looking at her speculatively as he reached for a remote in a hidden drawer under the table, then turned on the stereo and tuned into the soft sounds of a jazz saxophone. “I figure we can work it off tomorrow, that is if you’re interested in seeing me again after tonight.”“That would depend on how the evening end
He stepped aside and allowed her to walk ahead of him and onto the yacht, through a canopy covered walkway. The first thought that came to her mind was not of her safety, for there was nothing in Creighton’s words or mannerism that made her worry about him or his plans for the evening, but rather her concerns were of her shoes. If they were going to walk the decks of a yacht, she really shouldn’t be doing it in four-inch heels.Creighton stepped up behind her, and as if reading her mind, slipped a large warm arm around her slender waist to steady her, then led her across the exterior deck and into what appeared to be a parlor. A middle-aged man in a black and white Steward’s uniform stood before the wet bar, nodding at them as they entered. The sounds of the piano she had heard were coming from small round speakers in the walls of the room, while several candles burned in the windowsills and on the tables, illuminating the room in a romantic glow. The floor was covered in a soft short
Sandra couldn’t think, but then she really didn’t want to as his tongue slowly began to trace the outline of her bottom lip before he gently tugged it between his teeth, sucking on the tender flesh. She moaned into his kiss, her back arched toward him while his very skillful tongue slipped effortlessly into her wine sweetened mouth, caressing, teasing and tasting her at once. She could feel the result their kiss had on him, when his hand holding hers pulled her tightly against his hips, holding her securely in his embrace. His tongue played and teased with hers until she found the courage to imitate his actions, her heart pounding wildly within her chest. A warmth she had never experienced before began to spread through her lower regions, making her feel dizzy and wanton. Creighton increased the pressure against her lips, deepening his assault on her mouth, his tongue eagerly battling with hers. Her head was swimming, the smoldering fire of need began to turn her blood into lava, warm