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“A lucid dream? Sure, I’ve had those.”
“A lucid dream on steroids,” she exclaimed, “and it’s not fading. My clothes were old. I don’t mean tattered, I mean, it was centuries ago, and I could hear the creaking of the boat…” As her voice trailed off, she dropped her gaze to the plate in front of her and scooped up another mouthful.
“The creaking of the boat?” he repeated. “You were at sea?”
She slowly lifted her eyes.
“No, but the captain said we were leaving at first light. Those were his words. I can still hear him. It’s so weird. To be honest, there was something about him that reminded me of you, except he had a thick Scottish accent. Huh. Scottish, and your name is Scott.”
He laughed. “That’s a dream for you,” he remarked, “but the funny thing is, I’ve loved sailing and tropical islands since I was a kid. If there is such a thing as a past life, I’m sure I would have been a salty seaman,” he continued, hoping if they kept talking she’d open up. “I can easily imagine myself as a Scottish sea captain heading out of London on my way to parts unknown. This area has a colorful history. The English were here in sixteenth century. Maybe I was too.”
“Maybe we were here together,” she said with a giggle. “I swear, that dream was so real, except I couldn’t see the captain’s face very well, but like I said, he definitely reminded me of you.”
“I’m sure that’s because you’re back on my yacht,” he remarked, taking a swig of his beer, “but tell me more.”
His lucid dreams had been filled with decadent depravity on long voyages across vast oceans. The idea of sharing the sexy stories was immensely appealing.
“Uh, not much,” she said quickly. “This pasta is delicious.”
“You’re lying,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “Your face is beet red. Hey, if you don’t want to tell me something, no problem, just say so, but don’t lie to me.”
“Or what, you’ll spank me again?” she retorted.
“You can always tempt fate,” he warned, recalling the many times he’d vigorously whacked a beautiful woman’s backside in his fanciful dreams. “Please, be my guest and find out.”
Elizabeth hadn’t meant to snap at him, but the dream had been embarrassingly salacious. She couldn’t possibly tell him about it. She needed to change the subject, and it had to be something that would grab his attention.
“Dan Miller stole a ton of money and killed someone,” she abruptly blurted out. “My fingerprints are on the gun and some of the cash was found in my apartment. I came back to the Virgin Islands because I didn’t need a passport and I thought I’d be able to disappear for a while. That’s my story in a nutshell.”
Scott stared at her, then pushing back from the table, he walked across to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” she asked earnestly. “You wanted to know, now you do.”
“What you just told me only raises more questions,” he said solemnly. “I need some air. Stay here and finish your dinner.”
Watching him leave the salon and walk out on the deck, she let out a relieved sigh. He could have hit her with a barrage of questions, none of which she was in the mood to answer. Everything was so complicated.
Gobbling down the rest of her pasta and washing it down with the last of the iced tea, she took a deep breath and walked out to join him. He was near the helm staring out at the water. Ambling forward, she stood at his side. The sun had almost set, and the water was so calm they could have been on a sheltered lake.
“It’s truly lovely here,” she murmured, “much too lovely for all my chaos.”
“I take it this Dan guy wants to make sure you’re convicted for his crime,” Scott remarked without looking at her.
“Apparently. Now you know, so if you want to drop me off somewhere—”
“No, I don’t want to do that, but I need to ditch this boat.”
“Why?”
“Look around, Elizabeth. What do you see?”
“Uh, lots of water.”
“What else?”
She paused, her brow crinkling. “This reminds me of another conversation we had, when you asked me if I could hear the wind.”
“Interesting you should say that, because right now I want to take you back inside and spank you just as hard as I did that day. No. Harder.”
