âSo Iâm a hustler now, is that it?â
Too caught up in her own fury, Larkin missed the gathering tension. âI donât know, are you? Kind of funny how things changed. One minute, youâre just some guy flirting. Then you see me with my father, the futures trader, and suddenly you go all continental on me, with the hand kissing and the heavy stares andâ¦â She swallowed, remembering the flare of heat and need, noticing for the first time the palpable tension that hung around him.
âAnd?â Christopher bit off, a dangerous flash in his eyes.
She flushed. âAnd nothing. If youâre going to try to get alongside my father through me, youâre going to have to do a lot more to convince me than just kiss my hand.â
âGladly.â And before she knew what he was about, heâd dragged her to him, lips coming down hot and possessive on hers.
Larkin Hayes looked across the glassed-in lido deck of the Alaskan Voyager to Vancouver Bay beyond. When sheâd left L.A. that morning, the mercury had been headed for the mid-nineties. Here in Vancouver, it hadnât even cracked sixty degrees.
A snatch of the Lost theme song had her pulling her BlackBerry from her pocket.
âHello?â
âIâm just leaving the airport,â a voice said without preamble.
Five years might have passed since she and her father had spoken regularly, but Carter Hayes seemed to have no doubt that sheâd recognize his voice.
And she did. She just couldnât believe what he was saying. âYouâre only now leaving the airport?â
âMy flight got delayed in Tokyo.â
âYouâre aware the ship sails in a little over half an hour, right? Weâve already done the lifeboat drill.â
âI think I can find a lifeboat on my own.â
âThe question is whether youâre going to be able to find the ship in time.â Then again, Carter had always been able to do just about anything he wantedâexcept maybe make a marriage last.
âThey wonât sail without me,â he said confidently.
âIf youâre lucky.â
âIâll be lucky.â
One corner of her mouth tugged up. Quintessentially Carter. What wasnât quintessentially Carter was booking fare on a commercial cruise line for their trip. He could have chartered a yacht; hell, he probably could have bought a few dozen of them.
Except that cruising for a week or two on even the largest yacht would have left them with a few too many silences to fill.
Across the way, a family had commandeered two tables and still spilled over the edges in a three-generational confusion of bodies and laughter. What would it be like to be a part of that kind of happy tangle of relations? she wondered enviously. Someone to joust with, someone to travel with. Someone else to try to talk some sense into Carter. Instead, she had a handful of disgruntled stepbrothers and sisters, all of whom wanted no part of the man they now loathed, except for maybe his money.
Larkin shook her head. No point wasting time on pointless thinking. âOur first port of call is Juneau,â she said. âYou can always catch up with the ship there.â
âForget Juneau. The cab driver tells me weâre twenty minutes away. Iâll be there.â
âIn that case, youâll find me on the lido deck.â
âGood. Order a bottle of Clicquot. Weâll drink to the future.â
To the future, Carterâs favorite toast. Not surprising for a man whoâd made the bulk of his fortune from futures trading.
Larkin ended the call and walked through the doors that led outside onto the fantail, not sure whether she was amused or annoyed. Then again, Carter had that effect on people. He could be, by turns, infuriating, surprising, generous, charming, brilliant and astonishingly pigheaded. As a husband, heâd been a miserable failure in marriages two, three, four and, she assumed, five. As a father, heâd been like a football teamâgood seasons and bad seasons.