Irish Eyes (Stolen Hearts Romance) (18 page)

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean.” She marched into the living room. “You’re not going to blarney your way out of this one, pal. Bon voyage, indeed. And to think I almost kissed you.”

“And I you, as I recall.” He folded his arms again, the red shirt outlining the taut muscles of his arms and shoulders. “But for the life of me, right now I can’t imagine why I thought that was a good idea.”

“Oh, ha-ha.” She spun on her bare heel and began to pace. Her heart hammered in her chest and her temples throbbed. She knew she was out of line, but the man brought it out in her. He chafed raw nerves with his carefree approach to something she had thought so personal and significant. And then he had the gall to pretend he didn’t know why she would take offense.

Well, she wasn’t going to let him skate by this time. He had to know that Julia Reed was not a woman to be trifled with and then mocked. She would not let his parting words to her imply that the interest they shared had been one-sided.

Her voice rose as she dared him to keep up the pretense. “You wanted to kiss me, don’t deny it.”

“I did,” he declared softly through a hint of a smile.

“I knew it. You’ve probably wanted to kiss me for a long time.”

“Tis also true, lass.”

“Ah-ha!” What was meant to make her feel smug and superior had much the opposite effect. Cameron^ confessions sent a quiet quaking through her body and fueled the aching in her heart. Only her bravado could keep him from seeing as much. She drew in her breath and tilted up her chin. “So, you admit it?”

“Yes.”

“You wanted to kiss me?”

“Yes.”

“Despite your bon voyage’ remark and that crack about not knowing why you ever tried to kiss me in the first place.” The momentum of her words seemed to carry her up to him until she stood close enough to jab her finger into his chest. “I’ll bet you’d still like to take me in your arms and kiss me till we both go weak in the knees.”

“Yes,” he admitted softly, leaning down so that his nose
almost touched hers. “I would.”

“You would?” She said the words. At least, she felt her lips move. She heard nothing. Saw nothing. Felt—everything.

*

He was only kissing her to shut her up, Cameron told himself.

He could make no sense of her rantings. He did not have the time to try to unjumble the tangled path of her thought process. And—as Julia had so aptly pointed out herself—he wanted to kiss her.

Not a long and passionate kiss, but rather a quiet, calming kiss. A kiss that promised more than it demanded, comforted and reassured and asked in turn only that she trust him enough to listen to what he had to say.

As their lips drew apart, their eyes locked.

“Well,” he said, his voice deep and husky. He pulled the scent of vanilla from her skin into his lungs. “My knees are wobblin’, sweet Julia. How about yours?”

“Like Jell-O.”

“Then perhaps it would be best if we sat down.”

She nodded, the bounty of her dark hair spilling over her slender shoulders and down her straight back.

They moved in silence to the comfortable but worn brown couch.

Julia’s surroundings, Cameron noted, like everything else about her, reflected pure practicality and economy. Her furnishings were not as shabby as the conditions in the shelter, but nothing looked new or expensive. She was not one of those directors of a charity who lived in luxury while others went without.

Cameron had to admire that about her. In fact, he had to admire many things about this woman. As she settled herself into the farthest comer of the couch,
h
e watched her tuck her feet beneath her, arranging that raggedy but clean robe of hers over her green sweatpants.
Think,
he told himself as she brushed the stray curls from her soft pink cheek. She kept her eyes averted, and without appearing to know it, swept one fingertip across her lips where only moments ago his own lips had been.

He ran one hand back through his hair. He cleared his throat. “I think we’ve had our wires crossed, Julia. About the trip, that is.”

She raised her face and shook her head. “What trip? One minute you’re telling me you’ve captured Shaughnessy and rescued Devin and the next—”

“Hold your horses right there, my dear.” He held his hand up. “I never said anything about capturing Shaughnessy or rescuing Devin.”

“You said the tracking device had worked,” she protested.

“It worked, all right.” He kicked his boot up to rest his foot on his knee and leaned back, chuckling. “It lead me straight to an abandoned car.”

Her expression fell. “He found it.”

“And so did I, lying on the front seat pretty as you please.”

“Oh, Cameron, I’m so sorry.”

He shrugged. “Couldn’t be helped, lass.”

They sat in silence for a moment. He read in her eyes that she felt somewhat responsible for the delay that may have cost him his objective. He wanted to tell her it was all right, but he knew that he would need her cooperation, and her present sympathetic frame of mind might be just the thing that ensured he got it.

Finally, she sighed and hugged her knees to her chest. “How are you going to find them now?”

He reined in his urge to smile. “With your help, lass. With your help.”

*

“I still don’t see why I have to tag along on your search for the pot of gold at the end of a moonbow.” Julia wrestled her suitcase, stuffed with everything she could imagine needing for the next few days and then some, up the steps and into Norman’s RV. Of course she had refused to allow Cameron to carry it for her. And, yes, she’d regretted that almost instantly but did she ask for his help?

The moment she crossed the threshold into the space he had claimed, even temporarily, as his own, he reached out to snag the handle from her, no arguments allowed.
“There is no pot of gold at the end of that moonbow, my dear,” he reminded her. “But as long as Michael thinks there is, that’s where he’s going to go. And so must we.”

“You.” She plopped onto the U-shaped seat behind a small table. Everything about him said he wasn’t taking any of her attitude and that small voice of reason in the back of her head said she was kind of being a jerk but she wasn’t in any mood to listen to anyone, not even her jerky self. “
You
must go. That’s your job. I, on the other hand, should stay right here. That’s
my
job.”

He hefted her suitcase into an overhead storage compartment. “They can spare you at the shelter for a few days.”

She shot up out of her seat so fast that the entire vehicle rocked gently. “That’s for me to decide, not you.”

“Craig said that he’s perfectly capable of handling it.” He shut the compartment door firmly, the click of the latch the perfect punctuation to the matter. “He said you’re long overdue for some time off, and that with the new influx of volunteers, many of them trained workers coming back, they have ample manpower.”

She opened her mouth to counter that claim.

Cameron held up both hands in a sign of surrender to still her complaint. “Craig also said that he knew all the manpower in the world would not make up for one measure of womanpower, if that woman were you, but that they’d survive without you for a few days.”

She slumped back down and slouched against the autumn-toned floral of the seat cushion. “Yeah, well, Craig says too much.”

“We’ve gone over this and over this, my dear.” He sat down on the other end of the horseshoe-shaped seat and leaned forward, clasping his hands between his knees. A deep breath and he fixed his gaze on her, his tone steady as he said, “I can’t be two places at once, so you have to be where I have to be—and this weekend, I have to be in Cumberland Falls, Kentucky.”

“Well, if you’re so sure Shaughnessy will be in Kentucky, I don’t see why I wouldn’t be perfectly safe here in Cincinnati.” She felt her lower lip slide out into a pout. She probably looked all of five years old, but she didn’t care. She didn’t like being told what to do, and she didn’t like thinking of leaving her shelter in anyone else’s hands. Of course that wasn’t the only reason she was fighting him on this.

“Oh, no.” Cameron shook his head before his green-eyed gaze latched onto her again. “We’ve wandered down that winding road already, sweet Julia. I won’t risk again thinking Michael is in one place only to have him show up on your doorstep.”

“Craig could watch over me, or Norman—that is, assuming I need watching over, which I don’t.” Her own words made her weary but she just could not give this up.

“All right, you don’t need watching over.” He threw his hands up. “I promise the whole time we’re gone, 1 won’t watch
over
you. I won’t watch
out
for you. Darlin’, I won’t even ask to see your wristwatch.”

“And you won’t see it—or anything else of mine.” She fumbled to button her long-sleeved blouse over her bright yellow T- shirt. “Which leads me to one very important question.”

She pulled in a deep breath and made a show of looking around the cramped quarters.

“Not to worry, my dear. The drive will take most of the first day.”

“It’s the nights that concern me.” She fastened another button. “I hope that you don’t think that because we’ve shared one measly little kiss that I would—”

He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t think that kiss was so measly.”

She blushed. Seen it all and left a little jaded Julia Reed sat less than three feet away from this man who had the power to fluster her with a look and blushed like a 13 year old. “I’m just saying I don’t think that this is an appropriate arrangement for two unmarried adults.”

“Why, Julia.” One comer of his mouth lifted in a rakish smile. His fabulous eyes flashed mischievously. “Are you proposing?”

Any reply she had planned to make slammed into the back of her closed throat. She tried to swallow, to blink, to have any normal reaction at all. Instead, she blurted out a choking cough and gaped at him like a mortified idiot.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He rose slowly, patted her back lightly and moved to the driver’s seat.

His hand on her, the thought of them sharing the next days… and nights… together, it all had her head in whirl. Now, more than ever, she wanted out of this situation, out of this close space. She wanted her life back the way it was before she ever looked into those dazzling Irish eyes, before she ever dug up that troublesome gold. The
gold
.

“It’s true,” she whispered.
“
Just like Fiona said.”

“What’s true?” He twisted around in the driver’s seat, narrowing his eyes on her as if she might have had a sudden epiphany that would solve the whole tangled mess.

“The gold,” she prompted.
“Fiona said it was cursed. I thought it was just a colorful turn of a phrase, but now I think she may have meant it.” Julia pushed her hair back, tucking it neatly behind each ear. “I mean, one day my life is going along fine, and then I come in contact with that gold and bam!”
She clapped her hands together.
“Suddenly I’m thrown into a world of intrigue and kidnapping and have to leave my shelter unattended.”

“It is not unattended.”

“And if that weren’t enough, here I am against my will, being hauled away by a man I hardly know, who expects me to practically live with him… no, worse, go
camping
with him--”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Darlin’, but that’s not going to happen.” He folded his arms over his chest. “The camping grounds aren’t open until April down there. I received a special dispensation to park the RV in a secluded staff parking lot to use as a base of operations. We’ll have use of the lodge if we need it.”

She swung her head to look at her surroundings. “So, this isn’t just going to be our home this weekend, it’s going to become spy central?”

“Something like that.” The keys jangled in his hand. He shoved them into the ignition, buckled up, reached to start the engine, then turned to look over his shoulder at her. “I are you through making excuses, girl? Frankly I don’t see what’s so bad about these accommodations. I’ve lived in apartments that were smaller, had less in the way of facilities and had to share them with flat mates that weren’t half as… lovely companions as you.”

Were those flat mates… women? Girlfriends? One night stands? A wife?
She wanted to ask for details. Not exactly the business of a person who had protested wanting to spend the weekend with this, had dismissed their one kiss with a snarky remark and who knew they had no future beyond the whatever lay ahead for them in the land of waterfalls and moonbows.

Julia dropped her gaze to her lap and exhaled slowly. “You’re right.”

He bent his neck to try to steal a look into her face, asking softly, “About what? This space? The shelter? The trip?”

“All of it.” Julia lifted her head and pulled her shoulders back. “You were right about everything.”

“Everything?” He did that not quiet smug, not quite sincere smile thing that made her heart melt. “Even about the kiss not being measly?”

Her breath caught in the back of her throat. All she could do was nod.

“Good.” He nodded too then twisted around to face the steering wheel. He cranked the key and the engine growled to life. “I think that’s something we both need to keep in mind on this trip. We can’t afford to be distracted by anything like that again. Not until this task is done and Devin is safe.”