Patrick's Destiny. Sherryl Woods

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      Over the past few years of self-imposed isolation, Patrick had lost his knack for polite chitchat, but he quickly discovered that tonight it didn’t matter. Alice was a grand master. From the moment he sat down opposite her, his presence at the table seemed to loosen her tongue. Maybe it came from spending all day talking to a bunch of rowdy five-year-olds, trying desperately to hold their attention. She regaled Patrick with stories that kept him chuckling and filled the silence better than the TV he usually kept on as background noise. In his day, Ricky Foster would obviously have been labeled a teacher’s pet, because his name popped up in the conversation time and again. Alice clearly had a soft spot for the boy.

      “Then today wasn’t Ricky’s first act of rebellion?” he asked when she’d described another occasion on which the boy had gotten the better of her.

      “Heavens, no. I’m telling you that boy will be president someday.” She shrugged. “Or possibly a convicted felon. It depends on which way his talents for leadership and conning people take him.”

      “His daddy always lacked the ambition for either one,” Patrick said. “I suppose in retrospect a case could be made that Matt had attention-deficit disorder. He couldn’t sit still to save his soul. Maybe that’s Ricky’s problem, too.”

      Alice regarded him with surprise. “You know about ADHD?”

      Patrick leaned closer, then lowered his voice to a whisper. “Why? Is it a secret?”

      She blushed prettily. “No, it is not a secret. I just didn’t expect…” Obvious embarrassment turned her cheeks a deeper shade of pink as her words trailed off in midsentence.

      “Didn’t expect a fisherman to know anything about it?” he asked, trying not to be offended.

      “I’m sorry. That was stupid of me.”

      “Making assumptions about people is usually the first step toward getting it totally wrong,” he replied. Then, because he couldn’t resist teasing her, he added, “For instance, right now I am trying really, really hard not to assume that you’re here because you want to seduce me.”

      The color staining her cheeks turned a fiery red. “I see your point. And in case there’s any doubt, you would definitely be mistaken about my intentions.”

      Something about the hitch in her voice told him he wasn’t nearly as far off the mark as she wanted him to believe. “Is that so?” he asked, tucking a finger under her chin and forcing her gaze to meet his.

      “I came to thank you for saving Ricky,” she insisted. She swallowed hard as he traced the outline of her jaw. “And for going to see Mrs. Dowd.”

      “I’m sure you believe that,” he agreed, noting the jump in the pulse at the base of her throat when he ran his thumb lightly across her lower lip.

      “Because it’s true,” she said.

      Patrick deliberately lowered his hand and sat back, noting the sudden confusion in her eyes. He shrugged. “Sorry, then. My mistake.”

      Confusion gave way to another one of those quick flashes of anger that had stirred him earlier in the day.

      “That sort of teasing is totally inappropriate, Mr. Devaney,” she said in a tone she probably used when correcting a rambunctious five-year-old.

      Patrick imagined it had the same effect on Ricky Foster that it had on him. It made him want to test her.

      He stood up, picked up his empty soup bowl, then reached for hers. He clasped one hand on her shoulder as he leaned in close, let his breath fan against her cheek, then touched her delicate earlobe with the tip of his tongue. She jumped as if she’d been burned.

      “Mr. Devaney!”

      Patrick laughed at the breathless protest. “Sorry,” he apologized, perfectly aware that he didn’t sound particularly repentant. Probably because he wasn’t.

      She frowned at him. “No, you’re not. You’re not the least bit sorry.”

      “Maybe a little,” he insisted, then ruined it by adding, “But only because I didn’t go for a kiss. Something tells me I’m going to regret that later tonight when I’m lying all alone in my bed.”

      “You would have regretted it more if you’d gone for it,” she assured him, drawing herself up in an attempt to look suitably intimidating. “I know a few moves that could have put you on the floor.”

      He caught her gaze and held it, barely resisting the urge to laugh again. “I’ll bet you do,” he said quietly.

      “Mr. Devaney…”

      “Since we’re old schoolmates, I think you can call me Patrick,” he said.

      “Maybe the informality is a bad idea,” she suggested. “You tend to take liberties as it is.”

      He did laugh again then. “Darlin’, when I really want to take liberties with you, you’ll know it.” His let his gaze travel over her slowly. “And you’ll be ready for it.”

      “Is that some sort of a dare?”

      “Do you want it to be?”

      “No, of course not.” She shook her head. “I really don’t know what to make of you. I expected you to be more…”

      “Difficult,” Patrick supplied.

      “Distant,” she corrected.

      “Ah, yes. Well, there’s still a little life left in the hermit. You’d do well to remember that, before you come knocking on my door again.”

      “I won’t be back,” she said emphatically.

      “You think soup and bread are sufficient thanks for me putting my life on the line to bail you out of a jam?” he asked.

      “Absolutely,” she said. “And your life was never on the line.”

      “That water was damn cold,” he insisted.

      “And you were in and out of it in ten seconds flat.”

      He gestured toward the outside. “You want to dive in and see how long ten seconds becomes when you hit those icy waves?”

      She shuddered. “No, thanks. I’ll take your word for it. You were very brave. I am very grateful. Let’s leave it at that.”

      Probably a good idea, Patrick thought, given the way she tempted him. Fortunately, before he could ignore his good sense, he heard voices and yet more footsteps on the dock. Apparently, no one in the whole blasted town could read, or else, like Alice, they were all starting to assume that the No Trespassing sign didn’t apply to them.

      Alice apparently heard the noise at the same time. “You obviously have company coming. I should go,” she said a little too eagerly.

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