DEFENSE (57 page)

When I came out of the bathroom a little less than an hour later, Miles was sitting on the couch in the sitting room, scrolling through the channels on the television. I hadn’t even realized there was a television, let alone that you could get television reception out in the middle of the ocean. Technology wasn’t my thing.

Miles looked up, his eyes moving over me just like they had that night at the gala. If I was the same person I had been then, I would have blushed with pleasure. But I wasn’t that girl anymore.

I brushed past him as I finished stowing the bare necessities in my clutch—lipstick, small bills, my ID—and pulled the door open like I intended to go with or without him. But he was behind me before I expected him to be, his hand on the small of my back, his presence a heat that was unavoidable. I walked quickly, hoping to put a little space between us, but he kept up without even breathing hard. It took until we were at the stairs that led up to the main deck before I realized how futile this stupid game was.

“I think you’ll enjoy yourself tonight,” Miles said close to my ear.

The last time I heard that, Lisa had set me up with a friend of a friend of one of her brothers. It was the last date I let her set me up on. After six disasters, I was done.

The first was an accountant Lisa thought I would like because accounting is business, right? No. He was so in love with numbers that was all he talked about. He spent so much time on imaginary numbers that I actually learned some stuff I hadn’t in my college calculus class. But there was nothing romantic about that date.

The second was a relief bartender she met at the bar where she works. He was gorgeous—
hmm, the abs on this guy were Hollywood inspired!
—but the only thing he seemed interested in talking about was his high score on some game called
Age of Mythology.

The third was one of Lisa’s brothers, Ryan. That wasn’t really her set up, it was more me going to her house to cry on her shoulder and discovering that the only one home was her oldest brother who was visiting while the school where he teaches in San Antonio was on spring break. And that was a really nice date. Only going out with Lisa’s brother was like going out with my own brother, so it was vaguely incestuous.

The fourth…well, that one was actually kind of nice, too. It was a guy named Dominic whom Lisa and I met while we were having lunch during a shopping spree. He was handsome and smart and charming. He took me to an expensive restaurant and then a play in Dallas. We even laughed, something I felt I hadn’t done much of up to that point. I really thought we hit it off, but I didn’t hear from him again after that night, so I guess we didn’t.

Five was a doctor who turned out to have a wife and kids at home.

The sixth was…well, that date lasted all of fifteen minutes, so he’s not even worth mentioning.
Thanks a lot, Ryan.
I kind of think he might have suggested this guy to Lisa to get revenge on me for refusing to go out with him again.

So, when someone said, I know you’ll have a good time, I tended to be skeptical.

But then we turned into the dining room and familiar faces seemed to be all around me. Joan was standing just inside the room. She held out her hands to me and smiled.

“Hello, Riley,” she said. “It’s lovely to see you.”

“You too, Joan,” I said most sincerely.

And then I heard a squeal and Lisa was suddenly in front of me. She threw her arms around me and rocked me back and forth.

“Happy birthday, kiddo,” she said in my ear. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that the two of you are getting back together. You were so miserable.”

I stepped back and stared at her. “What are you doing here?”

“That would be my doing,” Miles said, touching the back of my neck as he slid up behind me again.

“And mine.”

Colin moved up behind Lisa, sliding a possessive arm around her waist. My eyebrows rose as I stared at Lisa.

“It’s a long story,” she said. “It’s part of the reason I set you up on so many dates. I felt so bad being this happy while you were so miserable.”

“Dates?” Miles asked. “I don’t think we talked about that.”

“You didn’t need to know,” Lisa said with a teasing smile.

Colin shrugged. “I do what she tells me to do.”

“Very obedient,” Miles said, laughter in his voice. I glanced at him, caught a little off-guard by that easy tone. I hadn’t heard it in so long, except in my dreams. Yet, it still had this power over me that made my bones melt and filled me with a rage that made my fingers curl into claws.

Colin turned Lisa and led the way to the main table where each night the captain would invite a selection of guests to join him. Tonight Miles, Joan, Colin, Lisa, and I were the chosen ones. The captain stood as we approached and shook Miles’ hand. Miles introduced the rest of us, and the captain did the same with his staff. Then we settled down to a decadent meal of salmon, asparagus, and a lovely chocolate mousse.

Lisa sat beside me, stealing my hand with an excited squeeze. “Can you believe we’re here? When Miles suggested it, I was so excited I almost texted you until I remembered I wasn’t supposed to tell you.”

“How long have you been talking to Miles?”

She shrugged, the movement lacking the tension that came into her expression when she caught the look on my face.

“It’s only been a few weeks. Three at the most.”

“And my aunts?”

“He met with them at my mom’s house two weeks ago.”

All this time everyone in my life was lying to me. I knew they thought they were doing a good thing, but the sense of betrayal was very real.

“My mom flew in to be with your aunts. They are well taken care. In fact, I got a text just a little while ago. They were walking on the beach, having the time of their lives.”

I just nodded.

A plate of food was laid in front of me, but I had no appetite for it. I picked up my fork and dragged it through the salmon, separating the various layers but not lifting any to my lips. I didn’t think Miles noticed—I didn’t think anyone really noticed—because everyone seemed to be deep in conversation about one thing or another. The most popular topic of conversation was how great the renovations LMR, Inc. did to the ship were. Apparently, everyone else had been on the ship most of the day. I had no comment because I hadn’t seen anything more than the suite I was being forced to share with Miles.

But then Miles leaned close and whispered, “You should eat.”

“Not hungry.”

“It’s going to be a long night.”

“It already has been.”

Miles studied my face for a second, but he didn’t say anything else. I almost wished he had. A part of me wanted him to say something offensive, something that would give me cause to turn on him, to say some of the hurtful things that were still burning inside of me. Yet, a part of me was glad he hadn’t said anything more. I had to live with this man for the next three days. We had to be nice if we were going to survive this. However, the moment we docked in Spain, all gloves were off.

I needed some air. The moment dinner was over and everyone began to leave their seats, I slipped out a side door. I didn’t know where I was going, but I needed to get outside. Luckily, I turned the right way in the corridor and found myself on the main deck. I went to the rail and leaned over, gaining a little relief as the breeze of the ship’s movement forced itself against my burning cheeks. I closed my eyes and sighed.

“A little stuffy in there, wasn’t it?”

I turned around and tripped over my toes, nearly falling into the arms of a stranger. But then I stepped back and realized he wasn’t a complete stranger.

“Dominic?”

“Hello, Riley.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Taking a cruise, just like you. Though I wasn’t lucky enough to be invited to the captain’s table.”

“Were you in there?”

“I was. I saw you the moment I walked through the door, but—despite the desperation of my stare—you never looked in my direction.”

“Sorry. I was a little wrapped up in my own thoughts.”

“Not bad thoughts, I hope.”

I started to shrug, but then a thought slipped through my mind. “You never called me.”

“I know. And I’ve regretted it ever since.” He moved up against the rail, staring out at the emptiness of the calm sea. “I got really busy with work, and then it seemed too late to call.”

“You shouldn’t have worried about that. I’m not one of those girls who demands a certain adherence to rules.”

“That’s good to know.” He glanced at me, then straightened as he spotted something behind me. “But you seem to have moved on.”

I turned just in time to see Miles storm by me and grab Dominic by the collar.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Same thing as everyone else,” Dominic said, holding up his hands to show he meant Miles no harm. “Just taking a cruise, friend.”

“Then why are you out here with her?”

“We know each other. Don’t we, Riley?”

Miles glanced back at me even as his hold on Dominic tightened. I could hear the distinctive sound of Dominic’s shirt ripping.

“Let him go, Miles,” I said, grabbing his arm. “We were only talking.”

“About what?”

Dominic glanced between the two of us and began to laugh. “Haven’t you told your husband about our lovely little date?”

Hurt flashed across Miles’ face, even as he turned back to Dominic, shoving him so hard against the rail that his arms flailed for a second as he bent backward at the waist.

“Stay away from her. Do you hear me? I catch you near her again, nothing will stop me from tossing you over this rail.”

“And what happened to all that insisting that you were nothing like your brother?”

The color disappeared from Miles’ face as he let Dominic go. However, Dominic wasn’t done yet.

“If I were you,” he said, gesturing toward me, “I’d stay as far away from the Thorn brothers as possible.” Then he focused on Miles again as he straightened his shirt. “My father may have made peace with you, but I haven’t. And I plan to make sure you pay for everything you and your brother did to my sister.” Then he walked away, but not before slamming his shoulder into Miles’ side.

I watched him go, my hands shaking as I tried to comprehend what’d just happened. And then Miles grabbed me, shoving me hard enough against the rail that my teeth rattled.

“Stay away from him, do you hear me? I don’t care what he says or what he does, don’t go anywhere near him without me or Colin with you. Do you understand?”

“Why?”

“Never mind why. Just do what I tell you.”

And that was when the damn broke.

“No,” I said between gritted teeth. “I won’t just do what you tell me. I’m tired of you deciding everything for me. I’m tired of the secrets and the lies and the crap that you hide behind. I won’t just take your word for it anymore. I want to know why.”

“If I won’t tell you?”

“Then I’ll go ask him.”

Miles’ expression hardened like a stone, only the smallest muscle in his jaw showing any sign of emotion. He stared at me for a long minute, and then he stepped back. I thought he was letting me go so I could go talk to Dominic, but then he grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him, speaking almost directly into my ear.

“I’ll tell you everything you want to know. But right now we have to go back inside. There are reporters here who expect me to make an appearance at the evening dance.”

“What if I don’t want to go?”

A weariness washed over Miles’ face. “I’m doing the best I can, Riley. I need you to work with me a little.”

“Why?”

He touched my face with the back of his fingers. “I missed your stubbornness. Can you believe that? But now…”

I was a little stunned by the idea that he’d missed anything about me. I wanted to believe—I mean, he’d seemed really angry at the idea that Dominic and I had gone out—but after the unceremonious way he’d kicked me out of his house, how could I trust anything he did or said?

I stepped back, forcing my mind back to the tangibles in this situation. He held the deed to my aunts’ house. If I wanted to get it from him, I had to play along.

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s go back inside.”

Most of the diners had moved to the main hall of the ship where a live band was just beginning their first set of the evening. Liquor flowed freely and people were enjoying the wooden dance floor, laughter almost as loud as the deep bass beat. Lisa and Colin were already there, holding each other a little close for the tempo of the current song. Lisa spotted me and smiled as she waved, so much happiness radiating from her face that she probably could have powered the entire ship if someone could figure out how to harness emotion.

Miles led me to the dance floor, but we continuously were stopped by people wanting to introduce themselves. Some were just regular passengers who recognized him from the press he received from his family connections, others were reporters who wanted to arrange a time for an interview. Joan came to our rescue, doing her best to lead people away and take charge of his social calendar.

I’d forgotten what it was like to go out in public with Miles. It was never a simple dinner out or a quiet party among friends. It was always a public relations affair, a game in which we had to be the perfect players or regret it in the morning. It was stressful. But, again, the feel of his hand on the small of my back was actually kind of delicious. And that familiar scent of wood and spices made me want to take a deep breath as he swung me into his arms.

“How long do we have to stay?”

“Anxious to be alone with me?” he asked, a bit of a twinkle in his eye.

“No. Just tired of the bullshit.”

He touched a finger to my lips. “What a mouth you’ve developed.”

“Yes, well, you have that effect on people.”

“I’m sure I’ve affected you in other ways, as well.”

“Don’t we have a bit of a big head?”

“Be honest,” he said softly as he stared into my eyes, “you missed me.”

“I missed the man I thought you were. But I was clearly wrong, now wasn’t I?”

“Don’t be so sure.”

He drew me closer to him, so close that there wasn’t even room for a stray hair to wander between us. And then he kissed me, his lips barely brushing my lips before he drew my bottom lip between his teeth. It reminded me of that night at the gala, the night he told me my lip belong to him. It was the first time I really believed there might be a chance for us, that he might actually see me as more than the convenient girl who filled some crazy need in his life. For a month, I really thought he was the man I’d waited most of my life to come and rescue me from my sad, orphaned life and take me on some wild adventure, like all those princes in all those Disney fairy tales.

But he made it pretty clear that wasn’t the case.

I turned my head, trying to ignore the tears that were welling in my eyes. And, wouldn’t you know it, I just happened to turn in the right direction to watch Claire walk into the room in a crazy, tight, sexy, blue cashmere dress.

What the hell was she doing here?

Miles seemed oblivious to our audience as his hand slowly moved over the length of my back. But Claire wasn’t oblivious. She was watching with naked jealousy written all over her perfect features.

“Why is she here?”

“Who?”

I straightened, my eyes meeting Miles’ again. “Claire.”

He glanced in the direction I indicated with a little toss of my head and his jaw instantly tightened, that muscle flexing again.

“I don’t know,” he said, his voice hard and low.

“Is Robert here, too?”

“I don’t know,” he repeated. “He’s not supposed to be.”

“Is she here for you?”

There was honest surprise in his eyes when he looked at me. “What do you mean?”

I shrugged. “It’s pretty obvious she’s still in love with you.”

Miles grunted. “She was never in love with me.”

I looked over at Claire again and watched as she snatched a glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray and tossed it down with a single gulp.

“I think you’re deluding yourself there just a touch.”

“She married my brother, Riley.”

“Did you ever ask yourself why?”

He laughed quite bitterly. “Because they were having a fucking affair the whole time she and I were together?”

“Who has the dirty mouth now?”

He pulled me closer to him at the same time he buried his fingers in my hair, tugging my head back. “I don’t give a shit what Claire thinks or feels or wants. All I can think about right now is how much I’d like to get you back to our room and test out the mattress on that impossibly large bed.”

His lips were on mine before I could think of a retort, or even catch a breath. I sighed almost unwillingly against his lips, opening to him the moment his tongue asked for entrance. My body remembered his touch even if my heart was desperate to forget it. What a show we must have put on for all the reporters and other wagging tongues watching us. But, in that moment, I didn’t really care. My body was snatching control away from my logical mind, and there wasn’t much I could do to stop it.

His hand slid slowly up over my back, and then down again, enjoying the curves that were so well hidden under the silky folds of my dress. The music changed, a heavy beat bursting around us, but we were practically standing still, lost in each other in a way I had thought would never happen again. How could he still have this power over me? How could he turn me into a puddle with a single touch? It was so unfair, this thing he did to me. My only consolation is that I knew I had a similar power. I could feel it in the rigidness of his body, in the quick pulse of his breaths, and in the desperation of his kiss.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered against my ear.

I nodded, aware of what a fool I was being. He knew now that he could use and abuse me at his whim. He knew that all he had to do was kiss me and I was putty in his hands. I swore to myself the day I packed my things and moved out of his house that I would never let another man use me and toss me away the same way he had done. Yet, here I was, rushing off to let him do it all over again. I knew I was in for an even deeper cut than the last time. However, this part of me kept whispering,
At least I’ll have this part of him. I’ll have this memory to keep me warm on the multitude of cold, lonely nights that lay in my future. You got to take what you can get. That’s what my aunts always told me. Was this me taking what I could get? Or was this me being a stupid, weak girl?

He took my hand and led the way toward the doors, headed right into Claire’s path. I don’t know if he planned it that way, or if it was just the way things happened, but she grabbed his lapel as we began to pass.

“I need your help,” she said.

Miles barely glanced at her. “Talk to Joan like everyone else.”

“This is private. It’s about Robert.”

That made Miles hesitate in his step. He tightened his grip on my hand even as he turned to her.

“What about Robert?”

“He’s here, in our state room. He’s injured.”

“Injured? How?”

Claire glanced at me and then behind her, as though she was looking for someone. Or maybe something.

“Did you know Dominic is onboard?”

Miles gave her a cursory nod. “I didn’t know you and Robert would be here.”

“We boarded at the last minute. Robert thought you would appreciate his help with the press and everything.”

“I told him to stay away. If not for him…”

Miles glanced around then, too, clearly not willing to have one of the many noisy reporters in the room to hear what it was he hadn’t quite said.

I was quite lost. Why was Dominic so important? And how did Claire know him? I was beginning to think there was something big brewing on this ship, something I was going to wish I had never been a part of. And it clearly had something to do with Dominic, Robert, and Miles. Even Claire seemed quite aware of this secret that seemed to be getting ready to bite us all in places Miles would rather didn’t see the sun.

“What’s your room number?” Miles asked between gritted teeth.

“We’re in the Sky Suite.” She grabbed his arm. “I’ll take you up.”

Miles glanced behind us again, but he didn’t pull away. Maybe it was because of the people behind us he didn’t pull away.

The three of us walked in tandem out the door, both Claire and Miles concentrating on the corridor in front of us. I started to pull away, an excuse on my lips. However, Miles clung to my hand the same way he had at his mother’s funeral, and I felt a certain need in that touch. He didn’t have to look at me, didn’t even pause in his step. And I, like that same lovelorn pre-teen I’d acted like throughout our marriage, followed.

The Sky Suite wasn’t far from the suite Miles and I were sharing. Claire shoved a keycard into the lock and stepped aside, gesturing for Miles to go in first. He pulled me along as he glanced around the sitting room. There was nothing out of place. We both shot Claire an annoyed glance. She ignored me, but gestured toward the bedroom door in answer to Miles’ glance.

“In the bedroom. I made him as comfortable as possible, but I think he’s going to need more than my limited knowledge can provide.”

“Did you call the doctor?”

“The doctor would ask questions I’m not sure we want asked right now.”

That was when Miles let go of my hand. He strode across the room and pushed the bedroom door open with only a hint of hesitation. Claire was right behind him. I’m not sure if she was concerned enough about her husband to want to rush to his side, or if she just wanted to be close to Miles. Her behavior was odd to me. If her husband was so badly injured, why did she dress before coming to the ballroom? Why did she stop for a glass of champagne? Why did she watch us dance for so long?

Then I heard Miles swear quite loudly, using words I’d never heard come from his lips, and I knew whatever it was that plagued Robert, it couldn’t be good.

I went to the door and all I saw was blood. Blood on the bedsheets. Blood on towels. Blood on bandages. It was everywhere. And it was still oozing out of a round hole on Robert’s shoulder.

“What happened?” Miles demanded.

“We were running late for dinner. We were just rounded the main deck, and we ran into Dominic. Dominic said something about his sister, Robert said something back, and Dominic pulled a gun.”

I turned and ran from the room, even as Miles pressed his hands to the wound, trying to slow the bleeding.

“If she tells anyone,” I heard Claire begin to say, but then I was rushing down the corridor, desperately trying to remember where to turn and where to keep going straight. I somehow managed to find the ballroom with only two wrong turns. Lisa was still there, thank goodness, laughing as Colin lowered her into a deep bow.

“I need you,” I said as I rushed breathlessly to her side.

Lisa took one look at my face and whispered something to Colin before following me back out the door. By the time we got back to Robert and Claire’s suite, Robert was unconscious and Claire was drinking all the vodka she could find in the mini bar.

“Great,” she said. “Mention that we can’t let anyone else know, and she goes and brings an audience.”

But Lisa was already pushing Miles out of the way, assessing the situation and yelling instructions to anyone who was listening.

Did I mention that Lisa’s in medical school when she’s not tending bar?

Miles, his face pale and tense, mouthed the words thank you.

I just nodded, as I moved past him on my way to the bathroom to try to find some of the things Lisa needed.

There was a story here. The moment Robert’s situation was under control, I was going to hear it if I had to lock Miles in our suite and tie him to the bed to get him to tell it.

It was the least he owed me after this.