He turned toward the cabinet and studied her undies. Guess he didn’t find her drawers at all satisfactory. Obviously he resented her cluttering his bathroom. Or he might just plain resent her.
“Actually, there is something else,” he said. “Several things. First, the rules about bathing on the boat.”
“I promise I won’t take another bath while I’m here.”
“I doubt that.”
“Seriously, Jack, I don’t bathe twice a day unless I happen to exert myself.”
That brought his attention back to her. “It’s going to take us more than a day to get back to land.”
“I didn’t think we were that far offshore.”
“Relatively speaking, we’re not. But we have a few problems.”
From the stony look on his face, Lizzie wasn’t sure she wanted to hear about their problems. But she guessed she might as well. “What’s wrong?”
He rolled his neck on his shoulders, obviously dealing with a pain perhaps directly associated with her. “First of all, I went to check on the mast, to see if you did any damage. When I raised the sail, it blew out. The jib might catch some wind, if there was any, but there’s not much to speak of. And to top it off, the sails won’t come down because the block was damaged when you hit the mast.”
“Oh.” It was all she could think to say. “Surely the Coast Guard will be here soon.”
“Not likely.”
“Didn’t you call them?”
“I tried. Your little basket took out the radio antenna.”
She frowned. “Oh, so that’s what that was.”
“Yeah, that’s what that was. I have no way to communicate with anyone.”
Surely things weren’t as dire as he had made them out to be. “Doesn’t this boat have some sort of an engine?”
“Under normal circumstances, yes. But I have no power since something’s caught up on the prop. Would you happen to know what that could be?”
“You did cut the cables, right?”
“Yeah.”
“What about the tether lines?”
“Tether lines?”
Uh-oh. “The ones that hang from the gondola. They tie down the balloon once you’re grounded.”
His scowl made her want to shrivel and shrink. “Great. Thanks for telling me.” He turned toward the door but before exiting faced her again. “Take your time, princess. Might be your last soak for a long while.”
The nerve of him, calling her princess. Nobody called her that and got away with it. She stood without regard to her nudity. “I’m quite through now, and I’m definitely not a princess.” Ahab.
His silver eyes darkened as he gave her a lingering once-over, from chin to thighs, pausing at intimate places in between. “I could argue that point, but right now I have other things to do.”
Then he was gone, leaving her dripping, naked and totally bumfuzzled. Full of questions she needed answered now, whether he liked it or not.
Princess. Ha! She’d just have to show him that when backed into a corner, Queen Elizabeth could be a royal pain in the posterior.
Two
Lizzie grabbed the towel hanging from the bar at the end of the tub and quickly dried. She shoved the T-shirt over her head, thankful it was long enough to provide adequate cover. Refusing to wear soggy panties, she stomped out of the bathroom, barefoot and covered only in thin cotton. If she hadn’t lost her canvas slides during the swim, then she could give Ahab a swift kick in his great-looking butt for good measure.
As she left the bathroom in search of the salty seadog, she tried to tell herself that she understood his frustration, his snippy attitude. He’d been minding his own business, bothering no one, until she’d dropped in unannounced. But did he really have to be so nasty? She couldn’t help that he’d been the only thing in sight when she’d made her emergency landing. And a nice landing it was, even if he didn’t appreciate it. After all, she could’ve landed on his precious deck and swamped the entire boat, then where would he be? Quite possibly on the bottom of the ocean, and so would she.
She searched the living area but didn’t find him anywhere. When she started for the closed door at the rear of the boat, the sound of footsteps above drew her up the steps. By Bess, he was going to talk to her even if she had to sit on him. Now that might be fun.
Naughty, naughty girl, Lizzie, she silently scolded as she strode to her destination with wavering purpose, a little nervous over the prospect of facing his wrath. But that would not deter her. When she surfaced on the deck, she noticed the sun had all but set, providing just enough light where she could see him striding to the back of the boat, something silver clutched in his hand.
A gun? What was he doing with a gun?
Lord, no!
Driven by a need to prevent his demise, Lizzie ran toward him, hoping she wasn’t too late. When she reached the platform, she screamed, “Don’t do it!” to his back.
“Sorry, but I have to,” he muttered, and without turning around, he aimed the gun and unloaded bullets into the water several times.
Lizzie stood stunned, wondering what in the heck he had killed. Some unsuspecting fish? Dinner? Gosh, she was hungry. No time to consider that now.
He fisted his free hand at his side and clutched the gun in his other. “I’ll be a son of a…. Damn it straight to…” He blew out an angry breath.
It was perhaps the most skilled censorship she’d ever witnessed from a man. A nice thing, Lizzie decided. She didn’t want Baby Hank exposed to too much foul language.
After walking to Jack’s side, she saw nothing but a carousel of bubbles floating on the water’s surface. “What did you murder?”
“Your basket. The thing wouldn’t go away.”
She braced her hands on her hips and stared at him with ire. “Was it really bothering anything? I mean, that poor defenseless gondola has witnessed marriage engagements, golden anniversary celebrations, played host to Boy Scouts. Now you’ve sent it to dark, watery depths to become fish food.”
“The fish won’t touch it.”
“Then explain to me what harm it was doing, hanging on to your boat?”
He crouched with the gun gripped in his hand between his parted knees and his eyes focused on the sea. “Probably no real harm.”
“See there—”
“Until I shot it.”
Now she was really confused. “I don’t understand.”
He rose and tucked the gun into the back waistband of his jeans. “I heard something scrape. I think I just sheared off the damn prop.”
Served him right. “It wasn’t working anyway. And don’t you have a spare?”
Wrong thing to say, Lizzie realized when his steely gaze snapped to hers. Had it not been for the baby, she might have dived overboard and tried to make it to shore on her own.
“This isn’t Oz,” he said in a low, tempered voice. “No magic here. This is serious business, Dorothy.”
Dorothy? Wasn’t he just the funny man tonight. Two could play that pet-name game. “And it called for killing the gondola, Ahab?”
“I did what I had to do.”
Lizzie knew what she wanted to do—sock him. But she deplored