Tess tugged at the top of the suit and smiled self-consciously. Its a little big. She held up a string. I took the lace out of my sneaker. Do you mind tying the straps together. Otherwise Im afraid Ill swim right out of it.
Ryan managed a nod. The thought of her streaking naked through the turquoise water of his pool was almost more than he could handle.
She turned around, flipping the string over one shoulder. It lay against her smooth satiny skin, the end trailing along the upper edge of her shoulder blade.
Ryan had never noticed that his sisters suit had such a low back, cut just above the sweet curve of Tesss backside. His gaze lingered for a moment on the smooth, rounded curve of her behind and then along the straight column of her spine, up to the graceful sweep of her neck.
He slipped the lace beneath the straps of the suit and tied them, his fingers lightly brushing the soft skin between her shoulder blades. Her skin was smooth, like fine satin.
Beneath the tips of his fingers, Tess shivered slightly, and her head dropped forward, revealing the soft downy spot at the nape of her neck. Until that moment, Ryan realized hed never truly recognized the beauty in a womans neck. How inviting it was. How erotic. How deliciously vulnerable. His mouth went dry and he felt a sudden tightness in his groin.
He shook his head, trying to break the unsettling mood that had captured him. Man, he needed to get out more. This was ridiculous. The woman wanted him to tie the straps of her suit and he was getting hot, obsessing about her neck. Get a grip.
Do people from the center drive out this way much? she asked.
No, this house and the one just down the road from me are the farthest ones out. Even though the road circles around back to the main gate, no one drives the long way around. So, its pretty quiet out here. He looped the shoestring into a bow while trying desperately to concentrate on the act of tying it and not the feel of Tesss skin beneath his fingers. He wasnt too successful.
Who lives in the house just beyond yours?
No one. Bloom keeps it for guests-big shots hes courting to finance pet projects.
Is anyone staying out there right now?
Ryan paused and then pulled the ends of the string into a perfect bow. He gently turned Tess around. Okay, I can tell youre worried about something? Want to tell me what it is?
Her lashes dipped down to shield her eyes for a moment, as if she was considering how much she wanted to tell him.
Her caution worried him. How was he going to work successfully with her if she fought him at every junction? If she couldnt trust him enough to tell him the truth?
But finally she glanced up again. I know this is going to sound paranoid and a little crazy, but a few minutes ago, I saw one of the men from the center drive by the house.
And that worries you because?
Because I dont like the thought of anyone checking up on me.
Simply cautious or slightly paranoid? He wasnt sure. Shed been through a lot and that could put a person on edge. What makes you think he was checking up on you? he asked.
Frustration tightened the corners of her mouth. You told me no one was staying in the other house. Why would he drive by a few minutes after you and I get here? The car slowed down and he looked right up here at the house. He saw a flicker of doubt cross her face as what she was saying registered in her own brain. You got a hang-up call from the center and then this guy drives by. Dont you think thats too much of a coincidence?
Not really. He put a hand on her shoulder, trying to ease the tension. But if youre feeling concerned about this, I understand. Youve been through a lot these past few hours.
A flush crept up the sides of her cheeks and she roughly shrugged off his hand. Dont humor me, Ryan. I hate when people play shrink like that.
Has that happened to you before-someone playing shrink with your head?
Rage flashed in her eyes. More than youd know. Theyre always trying to play around with my brain. Force me to- She paused. Her head tilted slightly as if she were trying to remember something.
Force you to what? he coaxed.
She shook her head as if coming out of a trance. I dont know. I dont want to think about it. She walked over to the steps of the pool. Im taking that swim now.
Dont overdo it, he warned. Flames shot up around the metal grill. Dinner will be ready before you know it.
Tess nodded and hit the water with a sleek, shallow dive, the water bursting over her head and driving the air from her lungs. She glided to the surface and gulped air, and then lowered her head and struck out for the opposite end of the pool with a powerful crawl.
Her muscles stretched and contracted, and her body hummed with satisfaction. No paddling around in the low end of the pool for her. Somehow she knew that, even though she didnt remember her last name or where she came from, she was a person who loved using her body and pushing it to its limit.
The mind-numbing repetition of doing lap after lap lulled her, giving her a sense of deep relaxation. Her brain seemed to stop fighting her, seemed to forget that she was trying to remember who she was and why shed been walking in a cornfield.
She dug deeper into the water, the palms of her hands scooping the water backward and propelling her forward. The bubbles whispered past her ears.
When she reached the opposite end, she ducked beneath the surface and executed a perfect flip turn. The soles of her feet hit the wall and she pushed off and headed for the opposite end.
The crampiness in her calf muscles eased and she kicked harder, forcing her arms deeper into the water and reveling in the pull of the water against her shoulder muscles. As she tilted her head for air, she caught a glimpse of Ryan. He had moved closer to the edge of the pool to watch. His stance was relaxed, his expression contemplative.
Tess lapped the pool again, and this time she noticed that hed moved to sit in the shade, sipping a drink. His steady gaze, with those exquisite blue eyes, was still trained on her. Her stomach growled, but she ignored it, determined to tire herself out before she indulged in food or anything else.
She swam on, numbing her body and mind with the repetitiveness and fierceness of her workout. At lap twenty, something started to niggle at the edge of her awareness-a tiny ripple of discomfort.
She swam harder, dug deeper into the water and ignored the voice, trying to drown it out. She executed another perfect flip turn and headed back toward the deep end, determined to regain the numb feeling shed obtained at the start of her swim.
But she failed.
From out of nowhere, scraps of pictures flashed across her consciousness, all clamoring for attention. Disembodied voices filled her head. Frantic, Tess tried to push them away. She dug deeper still, drawing on untapped strength. But the images and voices persisted, beating away at her defenses and forcing her to listen. To see.
A fuzzy image of herself strapped to a table.
Pain ripped through her muscles. She floundered and, when she gasped for air, water rushed into her mouth. Chlorine scorched the back of her throat, and she reared up out of the water, trying to breathe. Trying to escape.
But she was blinded by the rush of water and wet clinging strands of her hair. Her arms slapped the surface helplessly, and she urgently tried to find the bottom.
No bottom. She was in the deep end.
She tried kicking, but her arms and legs had turned to lead. The water around her churned and roiled. One last try to reach the low end. But her body failed her, refusing to respond. She started to sink.
As water rushed her mouth, Tess thought how funny it was that she was drowning. An Olympic-caliber swimmer, and she was drowning in a backyard pool.
An odd sense of peace settled over her, cushioning and cradling her. Maybe this was the solution. Maybe she was supposed to simply let go and allow herself to be pulled under.
She stopped struggling.
Water closed over her head, and she sank to the bottom.
Chapter Four
Ryan jumped to his feet and ran for the deep end.
One minute, Tess had been swimming along effortlessly and the next, shed slipped beneath the surface. He could see her stretched out on the bottom, her body shockingly white against the blue tiles. She wasnt moving.
He dived, cutting the surface of the water, and swam to the bottom. Two seconds later, he reached her, slipped both hands under her arms and shot to the surface. When their heads broke the surface, Tesss body slumped against his, deadweight. He swam for the low end, towing her next to him. She didnt struggle, didnt move.
When he could touch the bottom, Ryan slipped his arms under her legs and carried her up the steps. Bending down, he gently laid her on the cool patio tiles. A quick check told him she wasnt breathing. He pressed two fingers to the side of her neck. A faint pulse whispered beneath his fingertips.
He rolled her onto her side. A steam of water dribbled from her mouth. He rolled her back, tilted her head up and fastened his mouth over hers. He gave her two quick breaths.
Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, and he continued, until a few seconds later, she took a great, shuddering gulp of air and coughed. Her body spasmed.
He watched as her thick lashes fluttered against the crest of her cheeks. Reaching up, he grabbed two towels off the back of one of the chairs, tucked one under her head and covered her with the other. He didnt want to move her until he was sure she was going to be all right.
Its okay, Tess, he reassured her as she gasped and coughed.
He touched the tips of his fingers to her neck again. Her pulse was strong. Steady. For all her appearance of fragility, she wasnt what hed call a shrinking violet. More like tempered steel.
She turned her head, the brilliant green of her eyes clouded as she tried to focus on him. Wh-what happened?
You didnt listen. I told you to paddle around a little and you decided to do your own iron-man swim in my backyard pool.
She tried to smile, but her bottom lip trembled a bit and he noticed she was shivering beneath the towel. The cut over her eye had opened again and a small trickle of blood darkened her pale skin.
He reached down and briskly rubbed her arms and then her legs, trying to get the circulation going.