All right, Tenley said. I will. But not tonight.
He laughed. No, not tonight. He bent close and dropped a quick kiss on her lips, then frowned. Are you ever going to tell me anything about yourself?
I dont lead a very exciting life, Tenley murmured, as he smoothed his finger along her jaw. A shiver skittered down her spine. His touch was so addictive. She barely knew him, yet she craved physical contact. Hed come here to see her, but somehow she knew that revealing her identity would be a mistakeat least for the next twelve hours.
You rescued me from disaster, he said. I could have frozen out there.
Someone would have come along sooner or later, she said.
They continued preparations for dinner in relative silence. But the thoughts racing through Tenleys mind were anything but quiet. In the past, it had always been so simple to take what she wanted from a man. Physical pleasure was just a natural need, or so she told herself. And though she chose carefully when it came to the men who shared her bed, shed never hesitated when she found a suitable sexual partner.
This was different. There was an attraction here shed never felt before, a connection that went beyond the surface. He was incredibly handsome, with his dark hair and eyes, and a body that promised to be close to
perfection once he removed his clothes. He was quite intelligent and witty. And he seemed perfectly capable of seducing her on his own.
It might be nice to be the seduced rather than the seducer, Tenley thought. But would he move fast enough? They only had this one night. Sometime tomorrow, hed find out she was the artist also known as T. J. Marshall. And then everything would change.
Would you like some more wine? Alex asked.
Tenley nodded. Sure. The bottle was already halfempty. Where would they be when it was gone?
THEY HAD DINNER in front of the fire. The sexual tension between them wasnt lost on Alex. By all accounts, the setting was impossibly romantica blazing fire, a snowstorm outside and the entire night ahead of them. With any other woman, he could have turned on the charm and had her within an hour. But there was something about Tenley that made him bide his time. She wasnt just any woman and she seemed to see right through him.
In the twelve years hed been actively pursing women, Alex had honed his techniques. Hed found that most women were turned off by a man who wanted jump into bed after just a few hours together. Though he usually felt the urge, hed learned to control his desires. He never slept with a woman on the first date. Or the second. But by the third, there were no rules left to follow.
Now he was finding it difficult putting thoughts of seduction out of his head. He wasnt sure he was reading the signs correctly. Though he found Tenley incredibly sexy, he wasnt sure they were moving in that direction. One moment she seemed interested and the next, she acted as though she couldnt care less.
Though the conversation between them was easy, it wasnt terribly informative. Hed learned that Tenley had lived in Door County her entire life and that the cabin had belonged to her grandparents. Her father was an artist and her mother, a poet. Though she didnt say for certain, he gleaned from her comments that they were divorced. When he asked where they lived, shed quickly changed the subject.
She kept the conversation firmly focused on him, asking about his business, about his life in Chicago, about his childhood. She seemed particularly interested in the market for graphic novels and his interest in publishing them.
My grandfather started the company in 1962, Alex explained. He used to do technical manuals, then started a line of how-to books, right about the time everyone was getting into home improvement. He retired and my father expanded our list to include other how-to titles. How to Groom a Poodle, How to Make a Soufflé, How to Play the Ukulele. Real page-turners.
And then you came along with an idea for graphic novels.
Ive read comic books since I was a kid. But theyre not just comic books anymore. Theyre an incredible mix of graphic art and story. Theyve turned some of the best ones into movies, so theyre starting to move into mainstream culture.
And this book by T. J. Marshall? Why do you like it?
Itstragic. Theres this heroine who, after a brush with death, discovers she can bring people back to life. But shes forced to choose between those she can save and those not worthy. The power only works for a short time before its gone again. And theres this governmental agency thats after her. They want to use her powers for evil.
And you liked herI mean, his art?
Yeah, Alex replied. The drawings have an energy about them, a rawness that matches the dark emotion in the story. I find it pretty amazing that someone could be such a great writer and an incredible artist, too.
So you just want to publish it? Just like that?
Alex shook his head. No. There are some things that need to be addressed. The story needs to be expanded. Theres a subplot that has to be fleshed out. Ive got minor questions about the character, some inconsistencies in the backstory. And wed want to explore a story arc for a sequel or two, maybe make it a trilogy.
She frowned. A trilogy?
Yeah. Wed want to publish more than one novel. The real success in publishing is not in buying a book, but in building a career.
So it pays a lot of money?
Not a lot. It would depend on how the books sold. But we have a great marketing department. I think theyd do really well. Well enough to provide a comfortable living for the artist.
Tenley quickly stood and gathered up the remains of their dinner. He got to his feet and helped her, following her into the kitchen with the empty bottle of wine. Though he hadnt quite figured out her mercurial mood changes, he was finding them less troublesome. She just moved more quickly from one thing to the next than the ordinary person, as if she became bored or distracted easily.
Can I help you with the dishes? he asked, standing beside her at the sink.
Sure, she murmured.
He reached across her for the soap, his hand brushing hers. The contact was startling in its effect on his body. A current raced up his arm, jolting him like an electric shock. Intrigued, he reached down and took her hand in his, smoothing his fingers over her palm.
You have beautiful hands, he said, examining her fingers. It was as if he knew these hands, knew exactly how theyd feel on his face, on his body. Her nails were painted a dark purple and she wore several rings on her fingers and thumb.
Alex slowly pulled them off, setting them down on the edge of the sink. It was like undressing her in a way, discovering the woman beneath all the accoutrements. He drew her hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of her wrist.
Her gaze fixed on his face, her eyes wide, filled with indecision. Alex held his breath, waiting for a reaction. He kissed a fingertip, then drew it across his lower lip. The gesture had the desired effect. She leaned into him and a moment later, their mouths met.
Unlike the experiment that was their first kiss, this was slow and delicious. She tasted sweet, like the wine theyd drunk. He pulled her close, smoothing his hands over her back until her body was pressed against his. Kissing her left him breathless, his heart slamming in his chest.
He ran his hands over her arms, then grasped her wrists and wrapped them around his neck. A tiny sigh slipped from her throat and she softened in his embrace, as if the kiss were affecting her as much as it was him.
Alex had made the same move with any number of women, but it had never had this kind of effect on him. What was usually carefully controlled need was now raw and urgent. He wanted to possess her, to get inside her soul and find out who this woman was. She was sweet and complicated and vulnerable and tough. And everything about her drew him in and made him want more.
Maybe that was it. Hed learned well how to read women, to play on their desires and to make them want him. But Tenley was a challenge. She didnt react to his charm in the usual ways. Yet that wasnt all he found so intriguing. She lived all alone in the woods, with a bunch of animals. Where was her family? Where were the people who cared about her? And how did a woman as beautiful as Tenley not have a boyfriend or a husband to take care of her?
He sensed there was something not right here, something he couldnt explain. Alex felt an overwhelming need to reveal those parts of her that she was trying so hard to hide. Shed rescued him out on the road, but now he suspected that she was the one who needed saving.
The diversion was short-lived. The phone rang and, startled by the sound, Tenley stepped back. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips damp. II should get that.
Alex nodded as she slipped from his embrace. She hurried to the phone and picked it up, watching him from beneath dark lashes. He leaned back against the edge of the counter and waited, certain theyd begin again just as soon as the call was over. But when she hung up, she maintained her distance.
Jesse towed your car into town, she said.
Good.
But not before the snowplow hit it. He says its not real bad. Itll need a new back bumper and a side panel. And a taillight. And a few more things.
Alex groaned. Can I still drive it?
No. I dont think so.
Great, he muttered. How the hell am I going to get around?
I guess Ill have to drive you, Tenley said. Youre not going to be going anywhere tonight anyway, so its not worth worrying about. Jesse says the wind is just blowing the roads closed right after they plow them. She crossed back to him. II should go out and check on the horses.
Ill come with you, Alex suggested.
Its late. Youre probably tired. You can have the guest room. Its at the end of the hall. There are towels in the closet outside the bathroom. Just help yourself.
With that, she fetched her boots from a spot near the back door, then pulled on her jacket. A moment later, she stepped out into the storm. Alex opened the door behind her and watched as she disappeared into the darkness. The cold wind whipped a swirl of snow into his face and he quickly closed the door and leaned back against it.
What had begun as a simple business trip had taken a rather interesting turn. But he wasnt sure whether he ought to take his chances and hike into town, or spend the night under the same roof as this utterly captivating and perplexing woman.
He grabbed his duffel and walked to the guest room. When he finally found the light switch, he was surprised to find two cats curled up on the bed. The two calicos were sleeping so closely, he couldnt tell where one ended and the other began. Neither one of them stirred as he dropped the bag on the floor. But when the dogs came bounding into the room, they opened their eyes and watched the pair with wary gazes.
Time to go, he said, picking them each up and gently setting them on the floor. They ran out the door, the dogs following after them.
Alex shut the door, then flopped down on the bed. He closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift back to the kiss hed shared with Tenley. Though he hadnt had any expectations of further intimacies, he wished they hadnt been interrupted. With each step forward, he found himself curious about the next.
Though hed enjoyed physical pleasure with lots of women, this was different. Everything feltnew. As if he were experiencing it for the first time. He groaned softly. He wanted her, in his arms and in his bed. But wanting her was as far as he would go. He was a guest in her house and wasnt about to take advantage, no matter how intense his need.
Hed come here to do a job, to sign T. J. Marshall to a publishing contract. It wouldnt do to get distracted from his purpose.
2
THE WATER WAS SO COLD and black. Even with her eyes open, she couldnt see her hand in front of her face. Stay awake, stay awake. A voice inside her head kept repeating the refrain. Or was it Tommy? Was he saying the words?
Her nails clawed at the fitting on the hull of the boat as it bobbed in the water. Stay with the boat. Dont try to swim for shore. Though she wore a life jacket, Tenley knew that sooner or later her body temperature would drop so low it wouldnt matter. She wouldnt drown. Shed just quietly go to sleep and drift out into the lake.
Tommy! She called his name and then felt his hand on hers. Im sorry. Im sorry. She grasped at his fingers, but they werent there. He wasnt there. Hed decided to swim for it, ordering her to stay with the boat. Ill be back for you, he called. I promise.
How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? Tenley couldnt remember. Why was she so confused? She called his name again. And then again. Over and over until her voice was weak and her throat raw.
The sound came out of nowhere, a low rumble, like the engine of a boat. It was Tommy. Hed come, just as hed promised. But as the roar came closer, Tenley realized it wasnt a boat at all but a huge wave, so high that it blocked out the moon and the stars in the sky. She held her breath, waiting for it to crash down on top of her. Where had it come from?
A ton of water enveloped her, driving her deep beneath the surface. The breath burned in her lungs and she struggled to reach the cold night air. Maybe it was better to let go, to stop fighting. Was that what Tommy had done? Was he safe at home, or had the black wave taken him as well? No, she wouldnt. She couldnt. She
Tenley awoke with a start, sitting upright in her bed, gasping for breath. For a moment, she wasnt sure where she was. She rubbed her arms, only to find them warm and clad in the soft fabric of her T-shirt. She was safe. But where was Tommy? Why wasnt he
A sick feeling settled in her stomach as she realized, yet again, that Tommy was gone. There were times when she had such pleasant dreams about their childhood. Theyd been the best of friends, twins, so much alike. As the only children of a poet and an artist, theyd grown up without boundaries, encouraged to discover all that nature had to offer.
Back then, theyd lived on the waterfront, in the apartment above her grandfathers studio. The sailboat had been a present from her grandfather for their thirteenth birthday and every summer, she and Tommy had skimmed across the harbor, the wind filling the small sail and the sun shining down on them both.
But as they got older, they became much more daring. Their adventures had an edge of danger to them. Diving from the cliffs above the water. Wandering into the woods late at night. Sailing beyond the quiet confines of the harbor to the small islands just offshore.