"If you think that the thing with the mustard is kinky, wait until I tell you how Nick got his coffee this morning," she said in a gossipy tone. "Talk about getting down to the good stuff. So, there we were, sitting at the breakfast table and I can tell that he's ready for a second cup, you know? I mean, he's really, really ready for it. Wow. This man is hot for another cup, if you get my drift."
"Might be a good idea to give everyone some time to cool off before you tell them about the coffee thing," Nick said behind her. He sounded amused, but there was the barest hint of a warning in his voice. "I'm not sure Eclipse Bay is ready for the details of my second cup of coffee."
She spun around. Reality came back with a jarring thud.
"I think it might be a good idea to check out now," he said.
She wondered just how big a fool she had made of herself. He was right. This was a very, very good time to check out.
"Okay." She whipped the cart around and headed for the checkout counter, leaving Sandra and Megan still tangled up in Canned Veg amp; Beans.
"I hope you don't mind me interrupting back there," Nick said, falling into step beside her. "It's just that some things are personal, you know? That stuff about the second cup of coffee? That's special to a sensitive guy like me."
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Nick, you didn't even have a second cup of coffee this morning and you know it."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. Can't you remember what you had for breakfast?"
"It's all a blur after the eggs and mustard."
Chapter 21
At four o'clock that afternoon he went back to the gallery to check on Octavia. She had looked good during the scene with Sandra and Megan at Fulton's, but underneath he thought he had detected some additional strain.
"She's not here," Gail said the instant he walked through the door. "She went home early."
"She never goes home early," Nick said.
"She did today."
He was getting more concerned by the minute. "Is she okay?"
"I don't think so." Gail exhaled deeply. "She's lived in town off and on for over a year and she's been hanging out a lot with Hartes and Madisons, but, that doesn't mean she's completely acclimated to our quaint little traditions here in Eclipse Bay. In spite of the way she handled Sandra and Megan, I think she's a lot more upset about the gossip that is going around than she's letting on."
Nick frowned. "You really think it's bothering her? Seemed like she was dealing with it fairly well earlier."
Gail watched him very steadily. "The brawl last night was bad enough. But the fact that everyone is talking about how you spent the night at her place is a real problem, I think."
"Why? Everyone knows that we're seeing each other. It's no secret. She's aware of that."
"No offense, but I do believe that you're missing the point here," Gail said. "You were seen driving away from her cottage at eight o'clock this morning."
"Seven thirty-five, and so somebody noticed my car coming from the direction of her cottage early this morning. So what? Not the first time."
"Yes, it is, as a matter of fact."
"You're right, I am missing something here. You want to run that by me again?"
Gail picked up a stack of brochures announcing the Children's Art Show and made a pretense of straightening them. "Eight o'clock or, to be precise, seven thirty-five, is well after dawn at this time of year."
"What about it?"
"Pay attention, Nick." She slapped the brochures back down on the counter. "The word has gone out that Octavia has broken the curse."
"Yeah? So?"
"You do know about the curse, don't you?"
"That idiotic story about me that claims that I never spend the entire night with a woman?" He waved that aside. "I've heard about it, sure."
"Well?" she demanded.
"It probably got started because I've never left Carson with a sitter overnight. But it doesn't follow that I never have any nights to myself. Carson stays with family once in a while. He's with his grandfather and his great-grandfather and Lillian and Gabe at the moment. Leaving me free to do as I please at night."
"So, does that mean that you do sometimes spend the entire night with a woman with whom you're romantically involved?" Gail asked with disconcerting interest.
"Guys don't get romantically involved."
"What do they get?"
"Involved, period."
"Oh, sure, I knew that. So, do you sometimes spend the entire night with women with whom you're involved, period?"
"You know, I didn't come here to discuss my love life with a woman who has Very Big Hair."
"That was a low blow." Gail patted the rigid outer layer of her voluminous hairdo. "I was only carrying out my assignment."
"Yeah." Nick went toward the door. "Too bad you didn't learn anything useful about that damned painting."
Gail straightened her shoulders and held her chin high. "In the long run, I feel that I discovered something infinitely more important."
"Such as?"
"The name of the woman who broke the curse on Hardhearted Harte."
He went out onto the sidewalk and slammed the door closed.
Twenty minutes later he stood on the bluff above the small, crescent-shaped beach, looking down. She was sitting on a rock, knees drawn up under a long, geranium-red skirt, her face hidden beneath the wide brim of a big straw hat. The now-familiar flicker of intense awareness crackled through him, tightening his belly and heating his blood.
It was a deeply sensual feeling, but he could not slap the label great sex on this and let it go at that. He had known that from the beginning.
He watched her there in the sunlight, her skirt fluttering a little in the breeze, her gracefully rounded arms wrapped around her knees, and he finally understood.
This strange, bone-deep sensation that he always experienced when he thought about her or when he was in her vicinity wasn't merely desire or anticipation. It was a sense of connection. In some manner that he knew he would probably never fully comprehend, he was linked to her now.
He had never known this particular kind of bond, he realized. Perhaps it would have developed eventually with Amelia if they had had more time and if he had not screwed things up by quitting Harte Investments and if she had not turned to an old lover when the chips were down.
No. It would never have been like this with Amelia. It could never be like this with anyone else.
Maybe the rumors were right. Maybe he had been under some kind of curse.
But what was the point of being freed if he lost the lady who had the magic touch?
She turned slightly, obviously aware that someone was on the bluff behind her. The straw brim of the hat tilted at an angle and he caught a glimpse of her face. She had on a pair of dark glasses. He could not read her expression but he got the distinct impression that she was not overly thrilled to see him. She was certainly not waving.
He found the path that led to the beach and went down it swiftly. Tiny pebbles scattered before him.
When he got to the bottom he walked toward Octavia feeling as if he were walking toward his destiny. She did not take off her sunglasses. It occurred to him that he was still wearing his, too. Neither of them could tell what the other was thinking, he realized.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Gail was worried about you. She said you'd left the shop in a hurry."
"There's nothing to be concerned about. I just wanted to get away for a while. I need to think."
He sat down beside her on the broad, sun-warmed rock. Close enough to be intensely conscious of her nearness; not quite touching. A curious kind of panic started to gnaw at his insides. She really was upset. He was not sure how to deal with it.