Girl Gear 3: Bound to Happen (3 page)

Poe shook her head. "Not really. I know Anton is off-limits. And as much as it pains me to admit it, I also accept that the fling possibilities will have to be shared."

"How generous of you,"
Sydney
replied, working hard to keep a straight face.

"My generosity is limited, trust me. If Lauren blows this chance, I
will
take full advantage when we get back to the States."

"Then we'll just have to make sure she doesn't blow anything, won't we."

"Taking matters into your own hands?" Poe asked, sliding a sly, sideways glance at
Sydney
.

Sydney
lifted one shoulder and casually replied, "I'm thinking about it."

"Well, while you're thinking, I believe I will go ahead and give Lauren the wake-up call she needs." Poe hopped back to her feet. "Unless you have an objection?"

Back home in
Houston
, with gIRL-gEAR business at stake,
Sydney
would have more reasons to possibly object. But here and now? Even an unearthly intervention would be welcome. "Will you do me the favor of warning me in advance?"

Poe chuckled. "Consider yourself warned."

"Fair enough."
Sydney
linked her arm through Poe's. "Now let me show you the sundeck before it's too dark to get the full effect. I've never found a better place to sunbathe."

The fact that she sunbathed in the nude, Sydney kept to herself. It was a private indulgence she preferred not to share … though there was a man who'd once coaxed her to admit to the habit. She took one last look toward the beefcake on the beach and her hunger stirred. Dinner first. She'd get back to her plans for seducing Ray Coffey soon enough.

RAY TWIRLED
the Frisbee on one index finger, listening with half an ear while Anton and Doug, standing three feet away, talked shop. Knowing full well that
Sydney
sat on the veranda watching the beach play, her long legs and a whole lot more of her gorgeous body exposed, made it difficult for him to keep his eye on the ball. Or, in this case, on the Frisbee.

When he'd won the sailing trip four months ago, he'd known immediately that he wanted
Sydney
along for the cruise. Hell, his fantasy had started the month before he'd won, when she'd first announced the use of her father's yacht as the prize for sticking out that ridiculous scavenger hunt. He'd determined that night that he was going to win and spend the week at sea letting
Sydney
walk his plank.

The stakes had been sweetened when they'd actually been paired up for the hunt and he'd been assigned to discover a fist of her deepest, darkest secrets. At that point, the game itself had become the prize, the cruise just a sweet little extra. He'd thought for a couple of months about keeping the guest list that simple. Him and Sydney. The two of them alone, but for the yacht's minimal crew. Life at its absolute intimate finest.

And then he woke up.

Having
Sydney
all to himself was his fantasy, not hers. At least, he hadn't had any vibes saying differently. Since he'd transferred to the Houston Fire Department, in fact, after five years working out of
College Station
with the Texas Task Force One on urban search and rescue, the only concentrated time they'd had together had been the give-and-take dinner dates devoted to the scavenger hunt.

Ray wasn't complaining. At least not about that. For one thing, he'd learned enough about her by coaxing her into revealing the details he needed to know to win this trip. And even if their dates had been all about the hunt, they'd given him more one-on-one time with Sydney than he'd ever had—with his clothes on, anyway. No, his complaints were more about the things he hadn't learned. Things he was bound and determined to find out before they returned home to
Texas
.

She'd been a year behind him in high school, in his brother Patrick's class. Yet she'd always seemed years older than the girls his age, the girls he'd dated, even the girls who'd … taken him under their wing during his first year at Texas A&M. And he'd found himself making comparisons, which made no sense, because except for that one time, they'd known each other only casually.

Off to Ray's side, Doug and Anton continued to discuss developmental possibilities for a new property they'd acquired. Ray continued to feign interest. The sun had reached the edge of the horizon, putting an end to their game and ringing his internal dinner bell. His hunger roused, he glanced again toward the villa, watching as
Sydney
moved from the veranda railing to her feet.

She was a tall woman, with long limbs that Ray knew fit nicely around his own larger body. Or had nicely fit eight years ago. He'd bulked up since then. And he wasn't the only one with a body developed by time and working out.
Sydney
was slender, but not skinny, and had filled out beautifully since his hands had last explored the budding fullness of her curves. The strapless bandeau tube wrapped around her chest hugged her breasts like a soft yellow skin, and his palms itched to skate over the surface, to feel the taut press of her nipples.

When she lifted her arms to run her hands through her hair, exposing both her stomach's smooth skin and the knot of her sarong riding low on her belly, he barely suppressed a rising groan. When she turned away, giving him a clear view of the strong lines of her back and her narrow waist easily spanned by his hands, he dug his toes into the sand. When she hooked her arm through Poe's and started to walk away, the sarong
snugged
tight to her hips and caressing the tight swells of her backside, Ray dropped the Frisbee and looked down, working to catch his breath as hunger grabbed hard between his legs.

Their one night together had followed her high-school graduation and his first year of college, and it hadn't lasted long enough to be called an affair. But Ray wasn't sure it qualified as a one-night stand, either. If it had, surely those hours they'd spent tangled naked between the cheap sheets of an even cheaper motel-room bed wouldn't still linger the way they did in his mind.

They'd been lingering more than usual today since this vacation had become landlocked and since, every time he'd turned around,
Sydney
had shed more of her clothes. Having looked forward to the sailing trip now for four months, he was surprised he didn't feel more disappointment at the forced change of plans. He hadn't been onboard the
Indiscreet
long enough even to think about getting his sea legs. Which proved he was more interested in the company than in the cruise.

Following Anton and Doug as they headed toward the villa in response to Lauren's call to, "Come and get it!", Ray knew he'd be a fool not to take advantage of an opportunity he'd never see again.
Sydney
had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, nowhere to be for the next ten days, while he had the luxurious warmth of the sun, the seductive lure of the sea and the lush tropical nights in his favor.

He wasn't looking for happily-ever-after. He was only looking for answers, and whatever good time they might mutually share. In his line of work, he saw too much tragedy, too many families torn apart by accidents and disaster, both natural and man-made. His own family was no exception, irreparably damaged by his brother's still-unsolved disappearance three years ago in this very part of the world.

With the chances Ray took on the job, with the risky situations he encountered, he'd be stupid—and selfish—to consider any romantic involvement, to subject a partner to the very real possibility that he might lose his life on the job. He didn't have it in him to give Sydney or any woman a long-term promise, for her sake, as well as his own. Not when life was so fragile. Not when the loss of Patrick had shown him the truth of personal suffering for those left behind.

And he sure didn't have to involve his heart to enjoy his time here with
Sydney
. He knew that for certain. He'd been her first lover, a fact he hadn't appreciated fully at the time. He'd had his hands too full of her body to question his luck or her decision. But before they returned to the States, he intended to get the answers he needed about that night. Like why she hadn't returned his phone calls afterward. And why she'd haunted his memory ever since.

But most of all why, out of all the guys "Ice Queen" Sydney Ford had said no to, had she wrapped her arms around
his
neck and said yes.

DINNER THAT FIRST NIGHT
at the villa on Coconut Caye was one of the more intense meals Ray remembered sitting through. The men, along with Poe and Kinsey, had carried the conversation, sharing tales of past vacations gone bad.

Among the six of them, they'd seen more than a few ports of call on more than a few continents and had faced lost luggage, mistaken identities and bungled reservations from car to hotel.

So far Lauren hadn't said a thing. She'd never even met Anton's gaze.

Sydney
had talked, but not a lot, as if carefully weighing the import of what she had to say against the mystery of remaining silent. The mystery, of course, was all in Ray's mind, driven by her refusal to hold his gaze when their eyes met. Every time he glanced her way, he caught her staring. He even caught her looking back before he'd turned away.

Her expression teased him, the way she slowly lowered her lashes, the way her nostrils seemed to flare. The way her chin came up and her lips lightly parted. Even the way she lounged so casually, invitingly, one elbow braced on the chair back, her head propped in her hand, her crossed leg swinging with a motion that lifted, then lowered the gap in her sarong.

Ray couldn't decide if he was amused or intrigued. But he was definitely working on aroused, as he had been since they'd set sail this morning. Or, more accurately, as he had been every time they'd been in the same room since he'd introduced himself to her beneath the oak tree in Boom Daily's backyard eight long years ago.

There was just something about Sydney Ford that Ray couldn't get his mind around to figure out. The things he'd known about
Sydney
as a girl didn't mesh at all with what he'd learned recently from her father. Or what he knew about her as the CEO of gIRL-gEAR.

He wasn't sure the remaining days of this vacation would be enough time to reconcile his curiosity with the facts, but damned if he wouldn't be giving it his best shot, he mused. He forced his gaze from
Sydney
and back to the others as, one at a time, they finished up the meal of grilled steak and tossed salad put together at the last minute by Kinsey and Lauren, with questionable help from Jess.

Kinsey, at least, had no trouble making or maintaining eye contact with anyone at the table. And Poe—Poe had upped the stakes and was making contact with her body, Ray realized, as she got up to clear the table and leaned over Doug's shoulder to reach for an empty serving bowl.

Doug had pulled on a sleeveless shirt before sitting down to the impromptu dinner. Poe still wore her black bikini top. She brushed the barely covered swell of her breast against his barely covered shoulder. Ray couldn't say the move was made on purpose, but she didn't seem the least bit self-conscious about a touch that made Doug's eyes bulge.

In fact, now hugging the salad bowl to her middle, her hip cocked to the side, Poe glanced around the room with one brow arched and a twist to her mouth that Ray could've sworn meant trouble in paradise. Leaning into the forearm he'd braced on the table, he toyed with his steak knife, swirling the pointed tip in the sauce on his plate, smiling as he waited to find out exactly what she was up to. He didn't have to wait long.

"Is it just me," she said, looking from one man, one woman to the next, her dark eyes sparkling with indescribable mischief, "or do the rest of you get a sense that there is an unhealthy level of sexual tension in the air?"

After several silent seconds, Doug burst out laughing. Anton followed suit, snickering behind his hand, which had Lauren fuming and Sydney crossing her arms beneath her bandeau top and fighting to keep a straight face. All Ray could do was sit back and enjoy the show.

"At least it
appears
to be sexual." Poe gave a light shrug and started gathering up utensils. "I could be wrong, but I think the facts speak for themselves."