couldn't see Alex until this evening. I'll be on a shoot all day." She'd been looking forward all week to the shoot at Sunset Beach. Now she was probably too exhausted to do her work properly.
"I'm here to baby-sit," he said evenly, waggling his fingers at Alex.
Her baby chortled back at him and the finger of toast he was attempting to maneuver into his mouth slipped from between chubby fingers and landed on the deck. Alex's smile crumpled into an O-shaped wail.
"Ruby and Capt'n are baby-sitting," Jann said firmly.
"I'll help," Peter said then, stepping on board, he retrieved Alex's toast and handed it back to the baby.
"No! Your visits have to be supervised."
"John and Ruby will supervise."
"I have to supervise." Her fingers tightened around the pole.
"Then you don't leave me much choice."
"What do you mean?"
"Alexander and I will go with you."
"You can't!" From the hardening line of his jaw, Jann saw he not only could, but would. "It'll be too hard on Alex—that long bus ride, no place to nap—"
"I have a car," he reminded her implacably, "with a baby seat."
"I might not even go," she muttered.
"Why not?"
"I've got to fix this first." She gestured with a grimace toward the metal pole.
"What is it?"
"A wind generator."
"How do you expect to work on it from there?"
"The pole telescopes down. I just have to release this darned button."
"Let me have a look." He edged around Alex's high chair and stepped closer.
"I can do it."
"You're going to fall overboard the way you're sitting."
"I never have yet!"
"Are you going to move?" he demanded, suddenly closer than she wanted him, almost as close as they'd been last night.
"No," she snapped. He was the one who needed to move. She couldn't work with him this close. Tearing her gaze away from his ocean-colored eyes, she stretched upward toward the button.
"You'll never reach it," he insisted, and without waiting for her assent, grabbed hold of the pole to which she clung and swung his legs over the railing.
Placing his feet on the lip of the deck, he moved around behind her, his body now snug against her back and bottom, with one arm looped around her body as his hand grasped the pole. Then he stretched in the same direction as she, and his hand met hers.
She gasped at the current coursing between their fingers, the connection as electric as the heat flaming across her back. His breath was on her neck, sweet breath, and warm, making her long to kiss him and to be kissed in return.
"Get off me," she cried.
He, too, must have felt the heat, for when she twisted around to face him, desire blazed in his eyes.
He pulled his gaze away. "I've almost got it," he muttered, stretching higher, his body rubbing against hers with the movement, inflaming her even further.
"I said get off." Her panic rose. To sink into his heat was as impossible as it was desirable. She pushed against him, fearing to lose herself in his touch.
With a garbled shout, and a sudden wrenching of heat from heat, he was gone, the splash his body made as it entered the water drenching her.
Stunned by his sudden fall, she swung her legs off the railing and stood where he had stood, one hand clutching the pole, the other shading her eyes. She struggled to pick out his shape hidden in the shadows on the water's surface.
"Peter!" she shouted, her heart pounding so hard it reverberated against her eardrums.
"John! Ruby! Help!" she screamed.
Only a ripple showed where the surface had been disturbed. Save for that ripple and the heat still coursing through her, there was no evidence Peter had ever been there. She counted to ten then with a swift glance to see that Alex was safely strapped in his high-chair, she dove into the salty water.
Her open eyes stung from the shock of it, but she couldn't see Peter, could see nothing but shadows.
She dove deeper, her hands stretched out before her, glad now for little clothing and no shoes to slow her down. Then a darker shadow floated near from the