Chapter 22
Katie was leaving the downstairs kitchen with a tall glass of lemonade and a new magazine she’d bought at Abby’s store when Shane came in from work. She took one look at him—handsome, tanned and dirty from working all day—and she wanted him.
Judging by the heated gaze he directed her way, he felt the same.
“What happened to the crutches?” he asked.
“I’ve discovered if I walk on my toes, I can get around without irritating the cut. And the crutches were killing my arms.” She looked up at him, drinking in the sight of his handsome face. “I have some big news.”
“Do tell.”
“I got a job at the clinic, starting next Tuesday.”
His eyes went wide. “So you’re staying?”
“Looks that way.”
“That’s fantastic news. I’m staying, too. Mac told me the other day he wants me here for the winter.”
“So we’re both going to be here all winter.”
“And here I thought I was going to be so bored.”
Katie smiled up at him. “You look hot and thirsty.” She offered him the glass of lemonade and watched him guzzle most of it down.
“That was good. Thank you. I’ll get you a fresh glass.”
“I’ll come with you.” Katie followed him into the kitchen, where he washed his hands before he poured her another glass of lemonade and one for himself. “Hard day?”
“We brought in appliances today. Those suckers are heavy.”
“You had help, I hope.”
“My dad and a couple of guys Seamus loaned us from the ferries. They saved the day, but I’m sore.”
“You should go for a swim and cool off.”
“That’s a great idea. Come with me?”
“I can’t get my foot wet.”
“We can work around that.” He went rifling through some drawers until he found a plastic bag and a roll of duct tape. “What do you say?”
Katie eyed the supplies with trepidation. “Not sure I’m ready to go back in the water after what happened the other day.”
“I’d be right there with you, and I’d keep you perfectly safe.”
She stared at the plastic bag, trying to work up the courage she’d need to confront her fears. “I don’t want to be afraid of the water, but I am.”
“We’ll take baby steps. Up to your knees this time.”
“You won’t let go?”
“I won’t let go. I promise.”
“Okay.” She took a sip of the lemonade, the drink cool against her suddenly parched throat.
“Want a lift upstairs?”
“You just said you’re sore and tired.”
“From carrying a refrigerator. You’d be like lifting a feather after that.”
“As flattering as it is to be compared to a feather and a refrigerator, I can walk. But thanks for the offer.”
“Damn. I was hoping to get my hands on you again, and that was the only way I could think of.”
Flattered for real now, she smiled up at him. “That’s the only way you could think of? Are you suffering from a lack of imagination?”
He moved toward her, placing his hands on the counter on either side of her hips. “Nothing wrong with my imagination. In fact, it was working overtime today.”
“Was it?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You could come a little closer if you wanted to.”
“I really want to, but I’m filthy, and you look gorgeous.”
“I do?” Her hair was caught up in a messy bun, and she wore an old tunic with a pair of denim shorts that had seen better days.
“You do.” He leaned in to kiss her, and she discovered that the rough scrape of his late-day whiskers on her cheek was an instant turn-on. “Why did your eyes just light up like that?”
And he paid attention. Katie wished she could fan her face. It was getting warm in here. “I like the way your whiskers feel against my cheek.”
He stared at her, effectively stealing the breath from her lungs. “Swimming,” he said after a long silence. “We were going swimming.”
“Right. I need to change.”
“So do I.”
They went up the stairs together. Halfway up, he surprised her by cupping her bottom and squeezing. “Making sure my imagination is still working properly.”
Katie laughed even as her entire body reacted to his brazen gesture. “You sure you want to go swimming?”
“Why? What else is there to do?”
“Nothing I can think of.”
“And you say I suffer from a lack of imagination…” He patted her bottom again as he left her at her door. “See you in a minute.”
Katie watched him walk away, paying particular attention to the flex of muscles in his legs and backside. As she went into her room to change, she tried to find the right word to describe the way she felt after being with Shane.
The symptoms were varied—racing heart, dry mouth, warm face, a dull ache between her legs and an increased awareness of her body as a whole. She stopped in the middle of tying her top behind her neck. It was lust. She was lusting after him.
Katie giggled at the realization that she was normal after all. She’d had reason to wonder, especially with her sister telling her all the time that living like a nun, when she wasn’t actually a nun, was ridiculous. Julia would barely recognize the new Katie.
The new Katie… She liked the sound of that as she embarked on a whole new life in a new place with a new job and a new man. Speaking of her new man…
She grabbed her beach bag, a towel, and slid her good foot into a flip-flop and the other foot into the ugly medical shoe David had given her, wincing when the cut rubbed against the shoe.
Katie opened her door to find Shane about to knock.
At the sight of his raised fist, she took an instinctive step back and then instantly regretted it.
“I was about to knock.”
“I know. Sorry. Natural reaction.”
He straightened his fingers and rested his palm against her face, moving slowly so as not to startle her further. “I will never, ever, ever hit you, Katie,” he said softly. “There’s nothing you could say or do that would lead to that. I swear to you.”
She swallowed hard, caught off guard by the emotional wallop that accompanied his sweet words.
Did he know what it meant to her to hear him make such a promise?
Yes, of course he did. He got it without her having to explain it to him, because he was close to Owen and had known her story before he ever met her.
“Do you believe me?”
Katie forced herself to hold his intense blue-eyed gaze. “I believe you.” And she did. He was one of the good guys, as Julia would say when she tried to convince Katie that not all men were monsters.
He kissed her forehead and took her bag. “Ready?”
“Ready.” She was ready for a lot of things, she thought, as she took the hand he offered and went with him to the beach.
He walked patiently at her slow pace, and as they reached the bottom of the last set of stairs that led to the beach, he presented her with his back. “Hop on.”
“I can walk.”
“This will keep the sand out of the cut, and it will give me a chance to get my hands on you.”
“I see how it is.”
“I’m using my imagination.” Over his shoulder, he grinned at her. “Let’s go.”
He was so cute and so sincere and always thinking of her comfort.
A girl could get awfully attached to such a thoughtful guy, Katie thought as she took him up on his offer.
He carried her effortlessly, the way he had several times before, putting her down when they reached the wet sand by the water.
“Hang on to my shoulder.”
Katie did as he instructed while he spread an old sheet on the sand and helped her to sit. All of this was done without any sand touching her injured foot. “I’m impressed.”
“That’s the goal.”
She liked that he still flirted with her even after they’d had sex. She took that as a good sign that he was interested in more than that. During her years of abstinence, she’d wondered how women could tell when a guy was genuinely interested in them or just wanted to have sex with them.
Now that she had one who seemed genuinely interested in her, she discovered it was quite easy to tell the difference.
Shane sat beside her on the sheet and went to work on her foot, encasing it in plastic and then securing it with a band of duct tape that he wrapped around her leg. “Is that too tight?”
“No, it feels fine.”
“It might not keep all the water out, but it should keep your foot fairly dry.”
“It’s very ingenious. I’m impressed again.”
“You’re easy to please.”
“Am I?”
“Very.” He put his arm around her and leaned in for a kiss.
Katie raised her hand to his face, needing to touch him, to get closer to him.
His tortured groan ended the all-too-brief kiss. “Damn, you are so sweet. I can’t get enough of you.” He looked down at her, seeming as stunned as she felt by the desire that one kiss roused in her. “Where did you come from, Katie Lawry?”
“Um, Texas?”
He smiled and kissed her nose and then her lips. “Let’s swim.”
At that, Katie’s good mood burst like a soap bubble hitting cactus.
Shane tuned right in to her hesitation. “We’ll stay close to the shore.”
She took his outstretched hand and let him help her up. When she was standing, he linked their fingers and squeezed, his reassurance and presence giving her the courage to limp toward the water even as everything in her protested.
“Breathe, Katie. I’m right here. I won’t let anything happen to you.” His softly spoken words were all she could hear as a wave broke close to the shore, sending cool water flooding around their feet. “Feels good, right?”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded, focusing on his voice and the tight press of his hand around hers.
“The water is nice and calm tonight,” he continued. “Nothing to worry about.”
They waded in to their knees, the sand soft beneath their feet, the water cool and refreshing. In a blaze of red and orange, the sun headed for the horizon, casting a warm glow upon the water and the island.
“Pretty this time of day,” Katie said.
“Sure is.”
“The sun is already setting earlier, though. I remember being here as a kid and feeling sad when the days started to get shorter. It meant it was almost time to go home.”
“You know what I remember from late-summer visits to my cousins?”
“What?”
“How rude the restaurant workers were by this point in the season after months of dealing with tourists. It always cracked us up.”