Still Waters. Heather Graham
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Название: Still Waters

Автор: Heather Graham

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: MIRA

isbn: 9781474064392

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СКАЧАТЬ our first time camping out here, though,” Keith said.

      “So how do you know each other?” she asked, unable to stop herself from probing. “Are you business associates?”

      “Dive buddies,” Keith said. “Hey, here come your friends.”

      Whatever her opinion of Amanda, Beth had to admit that the Masons were one attractive family. Roger was fiftysomething but had the build of an athlete, and, so she had heard, competed with the young studs at the nightclubs on the beach. Hank was blond and blue-eyed, like his cousin, but he was all man, with a broad bronzed chest and shoulders. Gerald was a shade darker, but obviously a family member.

      “Ben!” Amanda cried, sounding as delighted as if she’d met a long-lost relative. She hadn’t bothered with a cover-up and was clad in only a small bikini.

      A string bikini at that.

      Her hair was loose and falling around her shoulders in a perfect golden cloak.

      “She’s indecent,” Amber whispered from behind Beth.

      “Totally,” Kim agreed.

      “She does it awfully well,” Beth murmured, watching the woman.

      While Amanda was greeting Ben, Hank looked over her head and saw Beth and the girls. He offered a real smile. “Hey there.”

      “Hi, Hank,” Beth called.

      “Hey, you remember our cousin Gerald, right?” Amanda said.

      “Absolutely.” By then the two men had walked over to her. Hank gave her a kiss on the cheek and greeted the two girls. Gerald took her hand. “Small world, huh?”

      “Not really, considering how close we are to home,” she told him.

      “True,” he said with a laugh, then turned to the girls. “Amber, if you get any taller, you’ll be giving me a run for the money. And...don’t tell me, it’s... Kimmy, right?”

      “Kim,” the girl corrected.

      “Kim,” he agreed. She blushed slightly. He was nice, not condescending, and it was apparently appreciated.

      “Fish all right for everyone?” Keith called out. “We’ve got hot dogs and hamburger patties, as well, for any landlubbers.”

      “I’d love a hot dog,” Kim called out, hurrying toward the barbecue. A pleasant aroma was already beginning to emanate from the portable cooker. Amber followed her friend, leaving Beth behind with the other adults.

      “Beth, how nice to see you here,” Amanda said. She walked over, perfect smile in place. “You have the weekend off?” she asked politely, as if surprised.

      “Hello, Amanda. Yes, I have the weekend off.”

      Amanda looked disapproving. “I would have thought they really needed you, what with the tourists and all. I suppose the club really does run itself. Still, I’m surprised the commodore didn’t want your lovely face around.”

      “I’m sure he can manage on his own for a few days,” Beth said sweetly. “Have you met Sandy and Brad?”

      “Briefly,” Amanda said, turning.

      It was enough for Beth.

      She escaped.

      To get anywhere, though, she had to pass the barbecue, since the three men had their tents set up in the other direction, and if she made a point of going around the barbecue, she would be heading inland, into the dense foliage, rather than along the sand.

      She had nearly made it past when Amber caught her arm. “Aunt Beth, come see. Everything looks perfect!”

      She smiled weakly as Keith expertly flipped a fillet, then shook a mixture of seasonings onto it.

      “That looks great,” Amber told him, though her enthusiasm sounded forced.

      “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have a hot dog, like Kim?” He laughed at her grateful expression and put another hot dog on the grill.

      “You guys are ready for all occasions,” Beth murmured. She was wedged between her niece and Keith Henson. They were almost touching. Almost. Not quite.

      “Well, it’s not that I can’t—we can’t—rough it, but a few conveniences are nice,” he said. He looked at her. The sun was slipping lower toward the horizon, and in the deepening shadows, his eyes seemed darker than ever. She felt as if he was staring at her with the same suspicion she felt for him.

      “We have two-bedroom tents!” Amber said.

      “I’m not really sure you could call them bedrooms,” Beth murmured.

      “Well, I only have a one-bedroom tent,” Keith said. “But it’s still a convenience when it rains. What I really like is just to sleep on the sand and stare up at the stars.”

      “Yeah, that’s cool,” Amber agreed.

      “I think your dad wants you in the tent tonight,” Beth said, once again afraid her words sounded sharper than she’d intended.

      She saw Keith’s lips tighten as he tried to hide a smile. Yes, she was definitely on edge, and it was showing.

      “Amber?” Ben called, and she scampered off, Kim following in her wake.

      “So, have you got padlocks on those tents?” Keith asked.

      She flushed, but stared defiantly back at him. “You’re strangers,” she said, feeling that no other explanation was needed.

      The smile he had been hiding turned into a deep grin that brought out his dimples once again. “So are Brad and Sandy.”

      “They’re not three guys.”

      “Are you sure we’re not going to poison the fish?” he asked.

      “I hadn’t thought of it,” she admitted, but stared at him with a grim smile. “Maybe I should have.”

      “Ouch. That’s a challenge. I can take a bite of yours first, if you want.”

      “I’ll live dangerously.”

      He looked out across the sand, then at her. “Do you come here often?”

      “Yes. Well, usually. Not this year. This is the first time this year.” She didn’t know why she was stumbling around to explain. She didn’t owe him any explanations. She kept talking anyway. “We spent our vacation in the Bahamas this year. This used to be the last weekend of summer vacation. Now, the girls have already been back at school for a few weeks. And for Christmas, we all went to Denver. Even though it’s so close, this is the first time we’ve been out here this year. And you?”

      “I’ve dived the area dozens of times,” he said, turning his attention to the fish once again. “But there was never really any reason to stop at the island.”

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