Love of Her Lives (16 page)

“Gee, Calum, I’d hate to see what you’d do to me if I’d drawn blood.”

“Me too. As you can see, I’ve no manner of self–control. If you wish to save yourself, I’d suggest you remain on that side of the room.”

“I have been saving myself, for twenty–five years.” She crossed the room. “I’m losing my will for it. What did you promise? To bring me to my knees?” She delivered this last question as a throaty whisper in his ear.

He flinched. “Back off, Beth. I’m no better than a beast around you.”

She ran her fingers down his spine and over the curve of his butt, feeling his muscles instantly tense. Interesting reaction.

“Bloody hell, what’s gotten into you, lass?”

“I think it was this finger here.” She slid her hand down his arm under the suds to grasp his index finger.

“I’m sorry about that. Not that you didn’t ask for it, but ‘twas inappropriate.”

“I’m not asking for an apology.” She ran her fingers over the sun–kissed hairs on his arm. Touching him gave her an extraordinary feeling, as if her tactile senses had been tweaked up major octaves. Under the hardened muscles, fine tremors ran through him.

He stepped back, slipping her hand from his arm. “Beth, are you having this change of disposition because of Matthew? Do you want to hurt him for hurting you?”

“I don’t want to talk about Matthew. We’re very much alone here. I want you, you want me — you do want me, don’t you?”

His eyes narrowed. “Always … but you’ve not given yourself to a man ever, not even Matthew?”

Beth felt the heat rise in her face. She didn’t mean to still be a virgin at twenty–five, but she’d never met a man who exuded the kind of sensual overload that Calum radiated. “No, and I’m not the only twenty–five–year–old woman who hasn’t had sex, you know.”

“Do many women in this time have relationships with men and keep their maidenhead?”

“Of course.” She tried to think of one. She must know one virgin. Surely she wasn’t that weird, was she? “There’s my cousin Jessica. She’s still a virgin and nobody thinks that’s strange. So she’s only seventeen, not a huge gap in our ages, a mere eight years.”

He pressed his lips together in a dry smile.

“Listen, Calum, I have scruples, okay? If you were born to a mother who didn’t want you, you’d give the matter the seriousness it deserves.” She’d believed it for so long, she couldn’t imagine why she now wished she’d kept her mouth shut.

“I’m only trying to understand you, lass, I didn’t mean for you to defend yourself. It is serious, and I admire you for the stand you’ve taken.”

She definitely didn’t like the way the conversation had turned. There he was saying all the right things, and for the first time she didn’t want to hear them. Turned on full throttle, watching Calum take steps backwards was enticing her to no end. She’d no idea how much fun it was to play the aggressor, and she
would
figure out why he had suddenly changed tune. She wasn’t nearly finished with him yet.

“Let’s talk about something else.” She took a step closer, getting into his personal space. “You. What’s up, Calum? You seem uncomfortable all of a sudden.” She gripped his hand to prevent him backing up farther. “Do you only like passive women?”

He smiled wryly at that. “Ah, no.”

“You like touching women.” She rested her fingers on his waistband. The strangest current ran through him.

“Not all of womankind as you make it sound.”

“Don’t
you
like to be touched?” She slipped her hand under his shirt and ran over the ridges of his abdomen. Oh nice. Like a Grecian sculpture. An erotic pulse started deep in her belly.

“I like it just fine,” he said through his teeth.

He acted as if he held a tight rein on a pack of skittish stallions. She smiled, feeling an astonishing sense of power. They would go as far as
she
wanted this time, and she wanted more.

She slid her hand farther up his chest over smooth skin, hardened muscle and soft bristly hairs. He tensed. She sensed him ready to retreat, so she pushed him back against the counter.

“Don’t you move. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but if you think it’s fair to hold me still over your knee because you’re bigger than me, think again. What’s good for the goose is good for the warrior.” Calum was fighting some interior battle, and she was getting to the bottom of it.

“Beth …”

“Shh. You can’t have it all your way.” She slipped her hands under the hem of his T-shirt.

“No.” His hands folded over hers.

“No?”

“Not just yet.”

“When? I know you’re not shy.”

Another wry smile.

“What if I told you I want to put my lips on you for a while, and I’ll only — ”

Calum stopped her words with his mouth. He pulled her in tight to his chest by her wrists, keeping them firmly in place at his side, and kissed her savagely, bruising her lips with his, taking her breath.

Then in what was becoming a thoroughly annoying habit, he slipped aside and retreated to the door, leaving her with an utterly inadequate explanation.

“I want you, Beth, God knows I do. But there’s something I must attend to that can’t be left another moment. Please forgive me, lass.”

With that said, he was gone.

• • •

Calum’s purpose in escaping the cabin was threefold. First and most urgent — a need to cool them both down. Not only had Beth been a heartbeat from ripping his clothes off, he knew now that a similar inclination for Matthew had not struck her, or she’d no longer be chaste. Proof enough she was still
his
Bethia. He looked down the mountain in the direction of the cabin and broke the crown jewels of smiles.

The path was steep there. He jogged up the rough incline to a plateau that looked out over a substantial valley where the lake flowed.

Secondly, he had to find Finn. This tension couldn’t go on between him and Beth. He could only blame himself — getting her into that position over his knee. When it came to Bethia, he had little restraint. It was the memories. Carrying a thousand years of passion–inflicted lovemaking reminiscences was as distracting as a wolf to a sheep.

Calum stopped and looked out over the valley. Even Finn would be inspired by this vista. He climbed down to a ledge cut out of the mountain and sat with the rock as his backrest, letting one leg swing out over the edge.

This was the perfect vantage to consider the third reason he’d headed for the hills. He had noticed something unusual when he’d walked the woods last night. He might not know the lot of the twenty–first century, but one feature had struck him — it was crowded. Traffic, day and night, even the road into the mountains had a fair share of vehicles. He scanned the valley from end to end — not a human sign in sight — no roads, no houses, no boats on the lake. Calum was beginning to wonder where exactly Finn had led them.

That thought brought him back to problem number two. Where was the meddling trickster hiding?

Calum sang the calling chant over the hills.

Silence.

“Finn!” Damn, where was he? The trickster’s absence began to worry him. Surely, Finn knew that Calum would end up fending Beth off — highly entertaining, to be sure — but how long would Finn drag this out?

He swung up off the ledge and cursed under his breath. Finn would drag it out as long as the entertainment continued. By provoking Beth, Calum had played along nicely.

The only way to induce Finn was to bore him. Calum grimaced. All he wanted was to rekindle the love between him and his soulmate, He would rather not chance an awkward confession regarding his impotency — it might lead to her discovering the tasks he’d performed.

“Ah, I’m on to you, Finn, and your wicked games. We made a bargain and I’ve kept to it. You’ll not be playing me for a fool. So come now and let’s get on with it.

“Finn!”

With his hands clasped behind his back, Calum began pacing the edge of the cliff.

Matthew pulled into a gas station to top up the tank as his cell phone rang. He glanced at Bruce and smiled. “Hello, Chantal, thanks for returning my call.”

Chantal Desjardins admitted that since they’d spent that weekend together last month, she’d thought of Matthew often.

“I hope to have a repeat of that weekend soon, Chantal.” He winked at Bruce. “I’d love to see you in a bikini on a tropical beach, just as soon as I tie up some loose ends.”

“Oh? I’ll bring my skimpiest bikini then. I got your message, and I did have a voice mail from a woman wanting to sell her home and relocate in Ontario. I’ve not returned her call yet. Do you think that’s the woman who’s been harassing you?”

This was too easy. “Could very well be. I appreciate your help with this, Chantal. If you could set up an appointment with her and let me know, then I’ll come by and have a look. Have you ever been to Belize?”

He finished the phone call with Chantal’s promise to alert him when she’d heard from Beth. From the concierge at the hotel, he’d learned the identity of the mountain man — Calum Cunningham. An internet search had pulled up nothing on Cunningham, so he’d called an old client of his, a private investigator and asked him to find out what he could.

“I’m getting something to eat,” Bruce said and nodded his head toward a take–out window. “Want a hamburger?”

Matthew abhorred fast food and it irritated him that Bruce couldn’t recall that fact. “No. Go ahead.” The way Bruce smacked his gum irritated him too.

Next door to the take–out was a grocery store. A bulletin board hung on the wall inside the entrance advertising goods for sale and cabins to rent by owners — perfect. He needed something isolated, not a resort. Two phone calls later, he had rented a fishing cabin on a lake up in the mountains. The owner lived in town and Matthew could swing by any time within the hour to pick up the keys and directions.

Bruce might not recall Matthew’s food sensitivities, but Matthew’s memory was seamless — Bruce had a severe peanut allergy. Even the dust gathered in the bottom of a small package of nuts could kill him in twenty minutes, which was why Bruce always travelled with an EpiPen.

Matthew ordered a roast beef sandwich and two chili dinners to go from the deli. One ingredient to go with the chili, he found in the snack section.

As he left the store, he saw Bruce leaning in the window of a Mazda laughing at something a brunette had said. Matthew finished his sandwich by the time Bruce ended the conversation and joined him.

“Hey, I told those babes we’d meet them later at the martini bar in town.”

“Good thinking, space cadet, babes are a major priority right now.”

“We might as well have some fun. We can’t look for Beth in the dark.”

“Get in the car.” Matthew threw the wrapping from his lunch in the garbage and walked around to the driver’s side. He set their dinner on top of the newspaper on the back seat. He’d read the article relating Beth to the jewelry taken from the seniors at her meal program. Last month, a woman who’d received daily meals had died of a heart attack. She hadn’t expected to find Bruce in her bedroom. He should have known then Bruce was a fuck–up.

Matthew started the car. “I found us a cabin to stay the night. Since the cops think Beth is still in the area, we’ll stay put and do some investigating ourselves until we hear otherwise. We’ll pick up the keys to the cabin and scout out the area.”

“Sure, good plan. Hey, what smells so good in here?”

“That’s our dinner, Bruce, homemade chili. You’re going to love it.”

Bruce opened his window and yelled out as the van passed the Mazda. “Later, ladies. The martinis are on me.”

• • •

Calum may have insisted, but Beth didn’t know if she’d be able to keep him out of her bed much longer. Last night she’d fallen asleep in his arms on the wool rug by the fire. It had been the sweetest night. He had carried her upstairs and tucked her in. She’d woken early and seen him unfurl from that couch. If nothing else, the man would soon be disfigured if she didn’t allow him some mattress.

Standing at the kitchen counter, she peered into the basket filter of coffee grounds. How many scoops had she put in? She didn’t have a clue. She dumped them back into the tin and started over.

Though she tried to deny it, her wanting Calum was a peculiar phenomenon that made her wonder if she’d been dating Matthew because deep down, she’d not wanted Matthew badly enough. She had wanted security, commitment, and all wayward passion tightly controlled, so she reigned superior, unchallenged by the kind of craving Calum invoked. Her motives for being with Matthew seemed rather messed up now that she thought about it.

Uh oh, was that four or five scoops? One more, she decided — better strong coffee than weak.

Perhaps she’d longed for security from Matthew because she was insecure herself. It was possible. Had she not loved the flashes of envy sent her way from women ogling Matthew? Not unlike the attention Calum garnered. Beth’s mother might not have wanted her, but look at the man who did.

She chopped a green onion and tossed it in with the red pepper already sautéing in the pan.

Be that all as it may, was it sensible to feed her sudden sexual appetite just because she finally had one? After all, she’d only known Calum a few days, and that was exactly the kind of promiscuous behaviour Beth abhorred.

Oops — eggshell. The slippery piece escaped her fingertips as she chased it around the pan.

But, and there seemed to be no end to those buts, she’d be narrow–minded to define Calum’s allure as purely physical. Her errant warrior had an undeniable appeal that wasn’t the least bit physical. Calum made her feel treasured.

She stopped buttering toast for a minute to let that revelation sink in.

“Ah, now that’s better,” Calum said jogging down the stairs after his shower. He peered over her shoulder at the sandwich she was putting together. “Smells good in here.”

“Toasted western.” She smiled into his eyes. The faint scent of ‘Almond Blossoms’ lingered on his freshly scrubbed skin. His hair hung long and warrior–like, dampening the shoulders of his T-shirt.