Siren's Call. Debbie Herbert
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Название: Siren's Call

Автор: Debbie Herbert

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Зарубежные любовные романы

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isbn: 9781474029186

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      “I had a bad experience as a child. Went to swim before a storm and an undertow almost swept me away. Been afraid of the water ever since.”

      He’d forgotten that. When they were young, Lily had gamely kept up with him on the hiking and biking but refused to ever get in the water. “Yet you paint it so much—one as if you were actually undersea,” he mused aloud.

      Lily set aside her plate of lobster salad. “Our fears become our obsessions.”

      “But couldn’t you go in the water up to your knees and splash yourself if we stand with you?” Opal pleaded. “It would be fun.”

      “’Fraid not.”

      “Later, ladies.” He pulled back on his T-shirt, slung the camera carrier around his neck and took several steps before remembering his manners. He turned around and waved. “Oh, and thanks for lunch, Lily.”

      Nash sucked in a breath of hot air laced with a bracing, salty tang. Good thing Opal had come along when she had. He’d taken this assignment not only to visit Grandfather, but also to escape from women constantly chasing him and from the memory of his last two disastrous relationships.

      From here on, Lily was off-limits.

      * * *

      Lily touched her lips and sighed as he walked away. That kiss had been pure magic.

      Opal gave a little laugh. “Enjoying the view? I totally see why the ladies all go for him. He’s a hunk, all right.”

      Lily gazed at her curiously, wondering if Opal had feelings for Nash. “What about you?”

      “Nah, I’ve got someone in my life. And it’s never a good idea to date anyone you work with, especially your boss.”

      Lily prodded for more details. “So women swoon over him?”

      “Breaks hearts everywhere he goes. Women constantly fall at his feet.”

      And I’m behaving like every other woman. “He have anyone serious in his life?” She put lids on some of the containers and returned them to the basket.

      “Not anymore. Not since—” Opal broke off, staring out at sea.

      “Not since what?”

      “Not since his last girlfriend, Connie, died.” Opal dug into the lobster salad. “Mmm...de-lish.”

      Lily gasped and stopped packing up food. “That’s awful. What happened?”

      “Suicide. Connie was found dead one morning, an empty bottle of pills on her nightstand.” Opal downed a long swig of tea. “Sad, huh?”

      Poor Nash. No wonder he’s bitter. “Tragic,” Lily quietly agreed. “Did she leave a note?”

      Opal nibbled on a chicken wing and delicately wiped her mouth before answering. “None was ever found. But he’d broken up with her a couple days before.”

      “How long ago did she...did this happen?”

      “About a year ago. It wouldn’t have been so bad, except...” Her voice trailed off.

      Lily didn’t see how the story could get any worse. “Except what?”

      “I really shouldn’t say anything. It kind of slipped out, ya know?”

      “C’mon. Don’t leave me hanging.”

      Opal spooned up more salad and chewed, as if mulling over the answer. “Thing is,” she said at last, setting down the plate, “two years earlier, another of his girlfriends died. Rebecca.”

      The knot of dread in Lily’s stomach grew. “How?” she whispered.

      “They had an argument—probably over his lack of commitment—and she drove home. Hours later, apparently drunk, she got back in her car but lost control of it, ran off into a ditch and hit a tree.”

      Goose bumps pricked Lily’s arms and legs and a chill set in that no blistering Southern sun could warm. I’m poison. Nash’s clipped words echoed round her brain like gunshots in a canyon. No wonder the guy was aloof. She’d be bitter, too.

      “That’s—that’s horrible,” Lily said, putting her face in her hands. How the hell did someone cope with that much pain? One death was bad enough. But two? She shuddered.

      “Sure.” Opal sighed. “The doctors said Rebecca died instantly. So there’s that.”

      Lily didn’t want to hear any more details. It was too much to take in all at once. She wanted to be alone and deal with the knowledge of all Nash had suffered, was still suffering. Lily abruptly gathered up food containers and stuffed them in the picnic basket; even the smell of it nauseated her. “Don’t say anything else.” Lily shut the picnic basket with a snap. “Nash will tell me when he’s ready.”

      “Sorry to spoil your lunch.” Opal eyed the pie. “Mind if I keep a piece for later this afternoon?”

      Lily wrapped the whole thing in aluminum foil, her movements jerky with haste. She thrust it at Opal. “Take it.”

      “Thanks. I’ll share it with Nash.”

      They both rose unsteadily to their feet.

      Opal frowned. “Look, I hope I didn’t scare you off Nash. He’s a great guy who’s had a bit of bad luck lately.”

      “A bit of bad luck?” Lily snorted. “I’d say it’s more serious than that.”

      Opal flushed. “Absolutely. You’re right. It’s— I like you, Lily. I don’t want to see anything bad happen to you.”

      “No need for the warning. Nothing is going to happen to me,” she said curtly, wanting to end the conversation.

      “Of course not.” Opal squeezed Lily’s shoulder and dropped her hand to her side. “Just thought you should know. I’d hate to see him break your heart.”

      “Some would say I have no heart to break,” Lily muttered.

      “Why would they say that?”

      “Not important.”

      Opal’s face crumbled. “You don’t trust me to keep my mouth shut. Which I can totally understand, given how I blabbed Nash’s history during lunch.”

      “It’s not that.” Lily’s fingers rubbed an itchy scratch on her leg leftover from the run in the woods. She supposed this was what girlfriends did, exchanged secrets and confided in one another. Maybe Opal had done her a favor in revealing Nash’s painful past. At least now she knew the problem and could be mentally prepared when Nash brought up the news himself.

      And it would be wonderful to have a real friend because Jet and Shelly were busy now with their own lives. She drew a deep breath. “Okay, you’ll probably hear this anyway if you СКАЧАТЬ