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Tom.”
    “Yes, she is. I love her dearly. Don’t know what I would do
without her.”
    Lindy slid her hand from beneath his. “I am glad you have
someone who makes you happy.” Lindy was just not going to put herself in a
position to be hurt again.
    “I am very fortunate. Lindy, Sarah and I—”
    “Tom, I am not prying. You owe me no explanations. I am sure
an attractive man like you has plenty of women vying for your affections.”
    “Mmm, plenty,” he teased. “A gal in every port—sometimes
two.”
    Lindy stood and began clearing the last of the dishes,
trying to keep her body language relaxed. She knew it was his right. Why did it
bother her? Did she really think they had a chance, the crazy American romance
writer and the British sea captain? She had to quit mixing up her stories with
her real life.
    Setting the dishes in the sink, she looked out the kitchen
window and took a deep breath. She had learned how to share in kindergarten but
this was perhaps more than she could manage. Too bad , she thought.
    Tom’s arms encircled her waist as she stood in front of the
sink. She couldn’t help but lean back against him for a brief moment.
    “Lindy,” he whispered, lifting her heavy hair and kissing
her neck, “I thought about you quite a bit while I was gone.”
    “Really?” The chills caused the goose bumps to rise on her
skin. “In between ports?” she added sarcastically.
    “In port too.”
    “I am honored.” Her defenses were still up but her sarcasm
was waning.
    “Lindy,” he whispered, his tongue sliding into her ear. “Sarah
is my sister.”
    “Oh—” was all she could think of to say as his lips trailed
back down her neck. “Oh.” He pulled her shirt aside and kissed the hollow of
her shoulder blade.
    Tom’s heat and hardness were against her bottom and she pressed
her hips against him. Rewarded with his sigh, she let her head loll back onto
his shoulder as he kissed her neck.
    Tom’s hands glided up the curves of her waist and turned
inward to cover her breasts. Cupping them, he remained still. Lindy didn’t know
if he was waiting for a sign that this was okay but she wanted more. Turning in
his embrace, she met his gaze. “I thought about you too once or twice.” As she
lowered her eyes, the heat rose up her neck.
    “And what was it that you thought about?” His tone was easy
and Lindy took a chance and looked at him again.
    “Well you know, where you were, the weather.” Lindy grasped
for casual comments but knew her words rang hollow. His intention was clear and
Lindy found the desire in his eyes both arousing and frightening.
    “Did you perhaps think about this?” His mouth covered hers
and he kissed her deeply.
    Pulling back, he looked at her again. Lindy knew she was an
open book. All she said was “Yes.”
    Tom’s mouth came down on hers again with a ferocity of need
that took Lindy’s breath away. His tongue thrust into her mouth hard and deep,
almost choking her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. The
hard lip of the kitchen sink cut into her back as he pushed against her. The
length of him pressed through the tight denim and against her sundress.
    The letters, his distance, her need—Lindy wasn’t sure what
was causing this strong desire and wanton behavior but she could not hold back.
Uncharacteristically she threw caution to the wind and let herself sink into
his embrace.
    Tom took Lindy’s hand and led her to the staircase. Pausing
at the bottom, he allowed her the courtesy to make the choice whether to go
upstairs with him or not. Lindy wanted to explain that she wasn’t easy, she
wanted to ask what it all meant—but more than she wanted her insecurities
squashed she wanted Tom. Now.
    Smiling tremulously, she turned and walked up the stairs.
The lace curtains were blowing in the breeze as the glow of twilight settled in
the quiet of her bedroom. It seemed that magic was floating in the air and
Lindy closed her eyes, feeling the energy