The Curse Keepers Collection (30 page)

“But is it here? In the museum? Just knowing I might be in the same space as something Pocahontas touched would be like . . . the
best
experience of my entire life.”

Collin’s fingers dug into my waist. “Even better than me, Myrtle?”

I pinched my lips together and shrugged, waggling my eyebrows.

“It’s due back tomorrow, and they’ll put it back on display the day after.”

I touched the man’s arm. “But it used to be in the case?
Right there?
”

He nodded, looking down at my hand.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “OMG. To breathe the same air that surrounded an object an Indian princess touched.” I released a groan.

“Are you all right, dear?”

“
Myrtle
.” Collin’s tight voice spurred me on.

My eyes flew open, and I pressed my hand to my chest. “Oh . . . to think . . . ” I moaned again. “Pocahontas . . . touched something . . . here.” I slid my hand down to my stomach in a slow sweep.

Other visitors began to stop and stare.

Collin released my waist and grabbed my arm. “Myrtle, I think we need to get your medication.”

“But Fred . . . ” I moaned, long and loud. “John Smith . . . ”

Collin pulled me to the exit, looking over his shoulder at the volunteer. “Thank you for your help.”

When we went into the next exhibit room, Collin released his hold. “
What was that
?”

“I found out that the bowl is coming back tomorrow, right?”

“I’m talking about the rest of it.”

“Payback’s a bitch.”

“Now we’re going to be suspects after your suspicious
display
.”

“Oh, please. Like my hundred-strong Pocahontas doll collection and the tattoo weren’t enough?”

“After your Enrique act, I couldn’t resist.” He grinned and shook his head. “That was quite the show. If I hadn’t stopped you, where was that going?”

I looked up at him, and stroked his jawline with my fingertip. “Ever seen
When Harry Met Sally
?”

His body tensed.

I gave him a wicked smile and spun around, heading for the exit. Let him think about
that
for a while.

C
HAPTER
T
WENTY

After we got back in the truck, Collin watched the museum, his hands folded over the steering wheel, deep in concentration.

“So do you have a plan?”

“Yeah.”

I waited several seconds. “Are you going to tell me?”

He grinned that wicked smile he got when he knew he had something I wanted. But to my surprise, he answered. “I’d staked this place out before. I wanted to see if anything had changed.”

“You had? When?”

“About six months ago, after my brother gave the bowl to the museum.”

This surprised me on so many levels. First, although I knew Collin had a brother who didn’t believe, I found it amazing that he disbelieved enough to actually give the bowl away. And two, that Collin had the nerve to get mad at me for pawning my cup. I smacked him on the arm.

He shrunk back in surprise. “What was that for?”

“There are too many transgressions to list.”

He narrowed his eyes in confusion, then shook his head. “Do you want to know the plan or not?”

“Yes,” I grumbled.

Again he looked confused before he shrugged it off. “My biggest concern before was how to get the bowl out of its glass display, so the fact that it’s already out and not due to go back in until tomorrow is a godsend. What we need to do is get it tomorrow night, after it’s been returned to the museum, but before it’s put back on display.”

“How in the world do you plan to break into a museum? They have alarms.”

“I told you, Ellie. I’ve scoped this place out. I know how to get past the alarm system.”

My mouth dropped open in disbelief. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“Oh, Ellie. When will you learn to trust me?”

“When hell freezes over.”

I expected him to make some sarcastic comment, but instead, he turned serious and studied me for several seconds. “Good girl.”

What did that mean?

He moved on before I could ask. “We’ll break in tomorrow night around midnight.”

“But won’t they consider us suspects?” I now regretted my earlier performance. I had no desire to do jail time for stealing some old bowl.

“You don’t know the beautiful part of my plan.” A shit-eating grin spread over his face.

“Are you going to sit there grinning like an idiot all day or are you going to explain your genius idea?”

“We’ll make a switch.”

“Excuse me?”

“I have a nearly identical bowl. They’ll never realize that it’s not the original—or at least not for a very long time. I hope. By then, we’ll be ancient history, no pun intended. They’ll never associate the theft with us.”

“Do I want to know where you got the replacement bowl?”

“Probably not.” I suspected this fell into the same category as the Ricardo deal. The less I knew about criminal activity, the better. “So why didn’t you get it sooner? Why leave the bowl here for six months?”

“If I stole it and my brother found out, he’d just give it to someone else. The safest place for the bowl was behind a glass case until I needed it.”

My suspicion went on high alert. “Wait. How did you know you’d need it? This curse has been in existence for hundreds of years. Why would you need the bowl?” He claimed he didn’t know who I was when he’d come into the restaurant. What if he was lying?

But why would he
want
to break the curse? It didn’t make sense, and I was too paranoid.

His face hardened. “Was I supposed to tell the next Keeper he or she could find the bowl in the museum? I’d have to retrieve the relic sometime, in order to pass it down along with the responsibility of being Keeper.”

I scoffed. “The only way you were passing down the Keeper title was if you had a kid. You don’t seem like the daddy type.”

“You never know, Ellie. People change.”

I’d like to think that. For some reason, I harbored a small, secret desire that Collin Dailey would denounce his life of crime and become a responsible citizen and then, just maybe, I’d have a chance with him. But that was irrational and stupid, and I’d better not forget it. If I wanted a fling with him, fine. But I could suffer no delusions that a relationship with Collin could be anything more. “So what do we do until tomorrow night?”

He turned back to face the museum. “It’s a long drive back to Manteo, just to turn around and come back tomorrow. We could stay here for the night.”

Butterflies squirmed in my stomach. “That was why we packed clothes, right?”

He grinned. “Okay.” Then he turned out of the parking lot and drove down the Outer Banks.

When he pulled into the parking lot of a motel on the beach, I gave him a suspicious glance. I knew his financial situation. He didn’t have eight hundred dollars to buy back my cup.

“How can we afford this?”

He shrugged and opened his door. “I know a guy.”

I followed him out. “You know a guy? What the hell does that mean?”

“I’ve got it covered, Ellie.”

I was sure he did. The question was did he have it covered by legal or illegal means?

We walked into the lobby, and I realized from the nineties décor that the motel was older and a little run-down. Nevertheless, beachfront property was premium. Run-down or not, I was sure Collin couldn’t afford it.

Collin rested his forearm on the registration desk counter and smiled his one hundred megawatt death-by-sex smile. I could see the girl on the other side of the counter turn to putty in his hands. I decided to sit back and watch the master work his magic.

“So, sweetheart.” Collin leaned closer and lowered his voice. “What’s the best room you’ve got?”

“Um. They’re all the same.” She cast an ugly look in my direction before returning her gaze to Collin, batting her eyelashes. “They all face the ocean. But there are three levels and the rooms on the third floor on the north side have a better view.”

“And how much is one of those rooms?”

She told him, and despite his financial straits, he didn’t flinch. “Is Tommy here?”

She blinked in surprise. “You know Tommy?”

“Tommy told me that porcelain is king.”

She tilted her head and looked at him with more awe.

What was up with the “porcelain is king” crap?

She handed him a room key. “You’re in Room 326. It has the best view.”

Collin slid the key card off the counter in one smooth movement. “Thank you”—he looked at her name tag—“Tammy.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Pressley.”

Mr. Pressley
?

He started to walk away, but turned around and smiled again. “Is there anything to do around here for entertainment, Tammy?”

“I’d be happy to show you a good time.”

I gave a little shudder, sure I’d heard her wrong.
Did she seriously say that in front of me?

Collin leaned closer and shrugged a shoulder toward me, lowering his voice as though I couldn’t hear him. “I’m a little preoccupied at the moment, but you never know when things will change.” He winked and a slow smile lit up her face. “In the meantime, is there anything else I can do?”

“Sapphire Cove, the next town up, is having a street fair tonight.”

He scowled. “Anything else?”

“There’s a go-cart track with mini golf a half mile down the highway.”

He obviously liked the sound of that even less. “Thanks,” he grumbled as he ushered me out the door and back to the truck.

“Porcelain is king? Mr. Pressley? What was all of that?”

He spun around with a grin. “Think about it long enough and you’ll get it.” He grabbed my suitcase and two duffel bags out of the truck bed and headed for the stairs.

“Do I even want to know about your tête-à-tête with
Tammy
?”

“Insurance.”

“
Excuse me
?”

“Ellie, when you’ve been in my line of business long enough, you learn to make friends whenever possible.”

“And what exactly is your line of business?”

He shot me a grin. “Getting what I want.”

At least he was honest about it. I wondered how much time he spent fishing on his boat and how much he spent on shady activities.

We climbed two flights and walked along the outdoor walkway to our room. While Collin opened the door, I stared out into the ocean, the rhythmic sound of waves drawing my attention.

Collin stood behind me, enclosing me with his arms as he braced his hands on either side of me on the rail. “You feel it don’t you?” he whispered huskily in my ear. “The call of the water.”

I nodded. “Do you feel it too?”

He swept my hair off my shoulder, his face close to my neck. “I’m the son of the earth, Ellie. You’re the daughter of the sea. The call is for you.”

What was he up to? I couldn’t imagine that he was trying to start anything. Once again, I wondered if he couldn’t help himself. The Collin Fucking Dailey charm was as natural as the air he breathed. He probably had to purposely suppress it.

“You feel a call from the land.”

“Yes.”

“So is it hard for you when you’re on the water? Does part of you ache for the land?”

“I’m sure it’s no different from how you feel when you’re on the ocean.”

“I’ve never been.”

His body tensed, ever so slightly. “Never been what?”

“On the ocean.”

“How is that possible? You live less than a hundred feet from the sound.”

I shrugged. “Momma was deathly afraid of water, and my obsession with it didn’t help. So she purposely made sure I never went on a boat.”

“And later? After she died? Was that some desire to please her since you felt responsible for her death?”

Collin was dangerous. He was much too intuitive to suit me. “Partly. The other part was the few times a friend had a boat and offered to take me out on the sea. But they weren’t the most trustworthy of people, and I decided it wasn’t worth risking my life.”

“Good call, but you need the water, Ellie. It feeds your own Manitou.”

I stiffened at the thought of dead sea animals. I could never steal life so callously.