When I Dream Of You. Laurie Paige

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      Looking over the old dory for clues to its ownership, he spied a cooler and a backpack. Sneakers and socks lay on the bottom of the fishing boat. A long-sleeved shirt lay on the plank seat. They were on the small side.

      Probably a boy exploring on his own. What was Kate’s stepson’s name? Jeremy. Yeah. Jeremy Fargo. But he’d never seen the boy out without other members of his family.

      Where the hell was the person?

      Bubbles preceded an answer to that question. A head broke the surface of the water. Through a snorkeling mask, Megan Windom’s eyes locked with his.

      She removed the mask. “Speak of the devil,” she murmured, “and look who’s here.”

      “What are you doing?” he asked, ignoring her snide attempt at humor.

      Without answering, she kicked her way over to the slab, then tossed the mask and flippers out before climbing up on the granite. “Mm, this feels good. The rock is warm.”

      Heat pulsed through him when she stretched out and closed her eyes against the sun. She was dressed in a one-piece swimsuit, high-cut on the sides. Her legs went from here to forever, long, lean and shapely. There were faint tan lines at her ankles and high on her thighs.

      The heat became an inferno. He was aware of the tight discomfort of his swim trunks under his jeans. The reaction increased his annoyance.

      “You didn’t answer the question.”

      She opened her eyes a slit. Shading them with an arm over her forehead, she studied him for a long minute. “I’m doing what you suspect,” she said coolly.

      He wondered if that was true. Without admitting anything, he drawled, “Then we’re both out for a leisurely cruise of the lake.”

      “Right. The way you’ve been all week.”

      So she’d known of his prior trips. Damn. Looking into her frank and somewhat hostile gaze, he made an instant decision. “I’m looking for the wreck.”

      “The sailboat?” she said with only a slight questioning inflection.

      “Yes.”

      “Why?”

      He shrugged. “To reclaim what once belonged to my family. I’m thinking of restoring it.”

      “You want to study it,” she corrected, her tone as icy as a winter wind off the mountains. Her gaze challenged him to deny it.

      There was an honesty in her that he hadn’t expected. It forced him to answer just as candidly. “The thought had occurred to me.”

      Instead of objecting, she became introspective. “Jess is interested, too. Bunny was his sister.”

      “Jimmy was my father. The boat was his.” He figured that gave him first priority.

      “Bunny was my mother.”

      “There is that,” he conceded.

      She was silent for a long minute, then said, “Okay, I’ll work with you.”

      This was a development he hadn’t foreseen. He didn’t want any interference. “No way.”

      “It’ll save you time.”

      “How?”

      She smiled. “I know where the wreck is.”

      Glancing at the water, he returned the smile. “So do I…now. What brings you out here at this late date?”

      “Curiosity,” she said easily. “I want to see whatever there is to see.”

      He realized the same feelings drove her that drove him. But to work together? It was a volatile mixture in more ways than one.

      “Why are you searching now?” she asked. “It’s been a long time.”

      He decided on maximum honesty. “Your grandfather is gone. My mother’s on a trip. I figured no one else would care or object to my prowling around.”

      “What are your plans?”

      “Do some diving, locate the wreck and see what the chances are of bringing it up. The water is deepest here, around a hundred feet.”

      “The boat is on a shelf. It didn’t go to the bottom.”

      That was news to him. He gave her a sharp perusal. “How do you know so much?”

      “Jess and I studied all the reports. The sheriff’s divers took some photos. Shannon got us copies.”

      “I see.”

      What he saw was more complications. He hadn’t planned on anyone else horning in. He wished he hadn’t been quite so open with his attractive neighbor. Working with her, if she really did insist on participating, was another twist he didn’t need in his life.

      “I’ll get the photos to you.”

      “I’d rather you didn’t.”

      Her eyebrows rose.

      “I want to look the wreckage over first. Before we bring in anyone else.”

      Megan didn’t tell him she already had the information, or that Jess already knew about Kyle’s suspicious fishing trips. “Compressors are dangerous for a lone diver. You can inhale carbon monoxide and pass out, if that’s how you’re going to get air while you’re underwater.”

      He was surprised at her knowledge. “I have air tanks. I used to dive a lot during my college days.”

      “Oh.”

      “I’d rather not broadcast what we’re doing until we know more about it. I don’t want my mother upset if I can prevent it.”

      “Were you going to hide the sailboat, assuming you bring it up?”

      “We still have the boathouse. I’d put it there until I had a chance to talk to her upon her return. I don’t want to shock her…or the community,” he added, warning her that he wanted to keep the quest strictly between them.

      “I see.” She stood and went to the dory. After pulling on the shirt, she turned to him. “You’ll need a wet suit to stay down any length of time. The water’s too cold to stay in for more than fifteen or twenty minutes.”

      He’d figured he could stand the cold long enough to do what he needed. However he had a buddy in California who would ship him a wet suit, if he needed one.

      “So, do we work together and pool resources?” she asked.

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