A Woman With Secrets. Inglath Cooper

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      Harry rolled his eyes. “She wasn’t that young.”

      “So what do you talk about with someone her age?”

      “Actually, some subjects are intergenerational.”

      “Even when you’re two or three ahead?”

      “Ah, come on now. I’m not that far a stretch.”

      “Let’s put it this way. If you two were an Abercrombie & Fitch ad, you’d be the dad and she’d be the daughter.”

      “Ouch.”

      “Those arrows of truth have sharp points, don’t they?”

      “Yeah, and here’s one for you,” he said. “I’d rather be living out my time on this planet than enduring it.”

      “I guess that’s where our points of view differ,” Cole said, putting a fillet of fish on the grill.

      Harry’s gaze snagged on Kate Winthrop and Margo Sheldon where they sat talking at the far side of the deck. “I’m beginning to think you did me a favor asking me to come along on this trip,” he said. “Two attractive gals. And we just happen to be two single, available males. Couldn’t have set it up better myself. ’Course I’m starting to think the studious one is more your style.”

      From the table next to the grill, Cole picked up a knife and began to slice a loaf of bread, hitting the cutting board with even, forceful strokes. “Nix the assumptions of commingling. You’re not Hugh Hefner, and they’re not Playmates.”

      “You’d let an opportunity like this pass you by?” Harry asked, amazement widening his eyes.

      “How good a swimmer are you, Harry?”

      “Pretty good,” he said, “but—”

      “If you don’t want to prove it by doing the breast stroke back to Miami, I suggest you drop the subject.”

      Harry opened his mouth to protest, then wisely shut it.

      IT WAS ALMOST dark by the time Harry Smith called out across the deck, “This way for the feast of your lives!”

      The long, family-style table had been set up complete with a checkered cloth, real dishes and silverware. The two men had prepared quite a spread of food, platters of red snapper flanked by colorful grilled vegetables and several baskets of what smelled like fresh, home-baked yeast bread.

      “A feast fit for a king,” Lily Granger declared.

      “And a queen,” Lyle amended.

      “Oh, yes, of course,” Lily said with a laugh. “Lyle’s a women’s-libber,” she added in an exaggerated whisper to the rest of the group. “Militant about it, really.”

      Kate smiled, unable to picture either of the older ladies marching in front of the White House. They all sat down and began to eat, forks and knives clinking against white enamel plates.

      From his seat at the end of the table, Cole looked at her and said, “Tomorrow, we’ll get to sample some of Ms. Winthrop’s cooking skills. She’ll be helping Harry with breakfast.”

      “How wonderful,” the Granger sisters said in unison, actually sounding a little jealous.

      “Indeed,” agreed Dr. Sheldon, pushing his black-rim glasses back up on his nose.

      “I’m sure Kate’s a wonderful cook,” Margo said.

      Kate’s earlier bravado disappeared along with her appetite.

      The rest of the meal passed pleasantly enough, everyone sharing a little about themselves. The Granger sisters were from New York City. Neither had ever married, and they spent most of their time traveling. They’d just returned from an African safari.

      Margo and her father were a little more difficult to figure out. She still lived at home and was obviously very much under his thumb. Kate saw something of herself in the other woman and wondered if she longed to break free of her father’s protectiveness.

      “So tell us something about yourself, Kate,” Lily Granger said. “Is that a Virginia accent I hear?”

      “Yes,” Kate said. “Richmond.”

      “Beautiful city,” she said. “Lyle and I spent a summer there in our teens. Nineteen—”

      “Fifty-four,” Lyle finished for her. “Did you grow up there, dear?”

      “Yes,” she said.

      “Winthrop,” Lily murmured. “That name does ring a bell.”

      “It is familiar,” Lyle agreed, one finger under her chin as if flipping through the Rolodex of her memory.

      “It’s gotten a bit chilly.” Kate pushed her chair back and stood. “I think I’ll get a sweater.”

      She took her time going to the cabin, rummaging through her things for the single sweater she’d brought along. She’d just as soon not talk about her family. When you were the black sheep in the flock, it could get a little uncomfortable standing in the middle of so much white.

      By the time she returned to the deck, the Granger sisters had forgotten all about her. Cole was currently in the hot seat, but he was even more sketchy with the details of his life than she had been. She knew no more about him when he’d finished than she had when he started.

      After the meal, everyone lingered for a cup of coffee before retiring for the evening. They stood on the deck with a light breeze at their backs. Kate said good night first and went downstairs, taking a quick shower and then slipping on her nightgown. She climbed under the covers, only to realize she’d left her book upstairs. Hoping everyone else would be asleep by now, she shrugged into her robe and climbed the steps on bare feet.

      She breathed in the fresh sea air, salty and warm, the smell now familiar and appealing. She looked up at the sky, awed by the vastness of it and the fact that it made the trouble she’d left behind seem a little less significant.

      The book was where she’d left it, beneath the lounge chair she’d been sitting in earlier. She picked it up, then noticed someone standing at the railing several yards away, staring out at the dark ocean.

      She recognized the rigid posture and stepped back into the shadows, not sure why she didn’t want him to see her. She should go, but something made her hesitate, take the unobserved moment to study his profile. Wavy and untamed, he wore his hair a little longer than most of the men she knew. His jaw was tight. One hand went to the back of his neck as though to smooth away some knot of tension there.

      The light caught his face, and in that instant, she saw something in his expression that surprised her.

      Sadness.

      The emotion seemed out of place for him. And for a crazy instant, she wanted to know its origin. But then she barely knew Cole Hunter.

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