When I Dream Of You

It was a few minutes after ten when he finished.

“What do you think?” she asked, getting up to refill their cups.

“You were right. The sailboat isn’t as far down as I thought. Maybe it won’t be an impossible task.”

“To float it to the surface?”

He gave her an appraising glance as if reassessing her intelligence. His expression was stony.

“Jess thought maybe that was why you wanted the compressor, to float the Mary Dee to the top. He said with the two motorboats, we could probably pull her in.”

“Oh, he did, did he? Did you discuss this with anyone else that I should know about?”

“Well, Kate was here.”

His lips thinned to a straight line. She returned his scowl with no expression whatsoever. Slowly his frown changed from anger to…she wasn’t sure what.

“You drive me crazy when you do that,” he at last said.

“What?”

“Look at me like that. Your eyes are fathoms deep and mysterious, like a mossy pool hidden in the woods. You’re good at disguising your thoughts.”

She blinked in mild shock at his words. “So are you.”

His gaze continued to move over her, from her eyes downward to her mouth, where he lingered for a long moment, then a quick flick along her shirt, then back to her eyes.

Heat slid gently up her neck and into her face. Her breath went jerky until she forced herself to breathe deeply several times. She stared at him, into eyes that seemed to be charcoal rather than silvery-gray tonight.

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