Kate glared at him. “Is there a point to this?”
Jake shrugged. “Just that it takes a brave man to spend time with you.”
“You spend every morning with me.”
“Yeah, but I make sure you stay in your end of the boat. If you try to get any closer, I’m going overboard.”
“You’re safe.” Kate sniffed. “I never attack wimps in boats.”
“I’m glad you have some standards. So, who’s the doomed man today?”
“Eric Allingham,” Kate said and waited for Jake to tell her that Allingham was a Nazi. When all he did was frown and take another bite of apple, she said, “Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Well, what’s wrong with him?”
Jake shrugged. “Aside from the suicidal tendencies he must have if he’s dating you, nothing that I know of. Seems like a really nice guy.” He chomped into his apple again with more energy than was necessary.
“I think so, too,” Kate said doubtfully.
“You sound real enthusiastic,” Jake said.
“Well, after spending the morning watching you trout-wrestle, I find it hard to believe that Eric will be able to measure up in entertainment value,” Kate said. “You’re a hard act to follow.”
Jake shook his head. “Today was special. Don’t count on me slapping myself in the head with a fish whenever you get bored, because it’s not going to happen.”
“I’ve got a date tomorrow, too,” Kate said. “My plan may actually be working.”
“You can’t be that dumb,” Jake said.
Kate ignored him. “A really nice date.”
“Okay,” Jake said. “I’ll bite. Who will the rescue squad be picking up tomorrow?”
“Rick Roberts, the environmentalist. We’re hiking.” When Jake didn’t say anything, Kate asked, “Do you know him?”
“Yeah,” Jake said, a trifle sourly. “Your taste is improving. He’s a great guy.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“I don’t. Stay away from cliffs and busy roads.” Jake pulled his hat over his eyes. “Watch where you’re going. Do not antagonize the wildlife. In fact, my advice is stay in the hotel. You’re due to give someone some serious trouble here shortly. It might be a good idea to stay within reaching distance of 911.”
“Very funny.” Kate lay back and pulled her hat over her eyes. “I don’t know why you’re so relaxed. I spend more time with you than anyone else. The law of averages says you’re the next to go.”
“Not me.” Jake yawned. “I’m too old and too cautious to let you catch me napping.”
He drifted off and Kate heard his deep, even breathing.
I should tip you out of the boat, she thought. Too old and too cautious. As Jessie would say, what a crock.
Then she fell asleep and they dozed together under the willow, rolling toward each other until their legs tangled as they slept.
At eleven, Kate woke Jake up when she went searching in the cooler for juice.
“You know, you used to be peaceful,” he grumbled.
“I can’t believe you were ever married,” Kate said, as she cracked the can open. “What did you do, make her stand in the corner all the time?” She drank some juice.
“Tiffany was not the type to stand in corners,” Jake said.
Kate spat her juice all over him as she laughed.
Jake sat up and glared at her. “What the hell?”
“You married somebody named Tiffany?” Kate said. “I can’t believe it.”
“At least I only have one mistake in my past,” Jake pointed out as he mopped the juice off with her shirt. “You’ve got Dopey, Grumpy, and Sleazy.”
“Paul, Derek, and Terence,” Kate said.
Jake’s laugh held a lot of contempt. “Good Lord, woman, where did you find them? Twits ‘R’ Us?”
“They were very nice men,” Kate lied. “Did Tiffany dot the i with a little heart?”
“Tiffany was an assistant district attorney,” Jake said. “Don’t be such a snob.”
“If Tiffany was so hot,” Kate shot back, stung, “why aren’t you still with her?”
“Because I wasn’t hot,” Jake said.
“Oh,” Kate said. “I’m sorry.”
“No, dummy,” Jake said, patiently. “I didn’t mean she dumped me. She was going places I didn’t want to go. We parted by mutual consent.”
“Oh,” Kate said again. “That must be nice.”
“It was hell.” Jake frowned at her. “Nice? Are you nuts?”
“No.” Kate frowned back. “I’ve just never parted with anyone by mutual consent. I’ve always had to escape while someone was holding on to my ankle.”
“If they’d been dating you, I can’t believe there was enough life left in them to keep a grip on you,” Jake said.
“They weren’t really gripping me,” Kate said, staring off into space. “They just hated letting go of the money.”
Jake leaned forward to get a beer. “Just how much money are we talking about, here?” he asked, not really caring.
Kate looked up. “Oh, I don’t have that much. But my father does.”
Jake frowned as he drank. “Should I have heard of your father?”
“Bertram Svenson?”
“Oh, hell,” Jake said. “I met him once.”
“I’m sorry,” Kate said.
“No, no,” Jake said. “He was very…”
“It’s all right.”
“Very… forceful.”
“He really hated Paul, Derek, and Terence,” Kate said.
“He looked like he was a sensible man,” Jake said. “Is that why you dumped them?”
“No,” Kate said. “I hated them, too.”
Jake drank some more beer. “Uh, there’s no really tactful way of asking this, so I’ll just ask. Why did you get engaged to them if you hated them?”
“I didn’t hate them until after I was engaged to them,” Kate said. “It always took me a while to figure out that they were more interested in the money than in me.”
“They couldn’t have been that dumb,” Jake said, and Kate looked up, surprised. “Well, you’re not my type, but no man in his right mind would look at you and say, ‘All this woman’s got going for her is money.’ They were interested in you, too.”
“Not really,” Kate said. “They were interested in how good I’d look standing beside them, at best. They didn’t know me.”
“Their loss,” Jake said.
“Thank you.” Kate bit her lip. “Tiffany couldn’t have been too bright, either, to let you get away.”
“Tiffany was very bright,” Jake said. “And she didn’t let me get away. She opened the door and I ran.”
“It was that bad?” Kate shook her head. “I can’t imagine you running.”
“Oh, very funny,” Jake said. “I was younger then.”
“I still can’t imagine you having that much energy.”
“Listen, if I got in the same situation today, I’d find that much energy again.” Jake shook his head and finished his beer. “Damn woman thought I was a mind reader. She kept hinting at things, and I’d miss ‘em, and then all hell would break loose. Plus she had this idea that I was some sort of tycoon, and that we’d be building this empire together. By the time I figured out what she wanted, I’d spent six months getting bitched at every time I turned around.”
Kate looked surprised. “You were only married six months?”
“With Tiffany,” Jake said, “six months was plenty.”
“Oh.” Kate tried to understand. “And you didn’t notice this plan of hers before you got married?”
“The only thing I noticed,” Jake said, “was that she had a great body and we were terrific in bed.”
“Oh.” Kate felt depressed. “And that wore off.”
“Fast,” Jake said.
“Oh.” She tried again. “And this was how long ago?”
Jake frowned, trying to count back. “About seven years. Maybe eight. What year is it?”
“And you’re still avoiding women?” Kate’s sympathy evaporated. “At least I keep trying.”
Jake snorted. “Yeah, and look who you keep trying with. At least I’m not dating Tiffany clones and trying to kill them to get even.”
“I’m not trying to kill them,” Kate said. “I’m just trying to find someone, and they keep self-destructing.”
“Maybe you should stop trying to find someone,” Jake said, settling back.
“No!” Kate said, surprising herself with her own force. “I’m tired of being alone. I want someone to talk to at night. Someone to laugh with. Someone to…”