Calypso Magic by Catherine Coulter

Author:Catherine Coulter [Coulter, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Caribbean Area, London (England), General, Romance, Historical, West Indians, Fiction
ISBN: 9780451210944
Google: zXYLAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 0451210948
Publisher: Signet
Published: 1987-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

15

A hungry man is an angry man.

-J. HOWELL, PROVERBS

“Lyon, you look as awful as my pet cat who ate the wrong rat and died. Poor bounder, his name was LeBeau. Pity, I was really quite fond of him.” Rafael had had a cat whose name was LeBeau, but he’d died of old age and in splendid comfort in his box at the foot of eight-year-old Rafael’s bed. He stared at Lyon. The earl looked ghastly.

“Same to you, Rafael,” Lyon said at last.

“You need to shave and change your clothes. You look like you’ve slept in them.”

“I have.”

“Trouble in paradise? I had the distinct feeling last night that…Well, no matter. Anything I can do? I still have that bottle of brandy.”

“She’s a bitch and has about as much moral fiber as the rat your cat died of.”

Rafael whistled.

“Hell, you’d best stay away from her, Rafael, else she’ll probably try to get your pants off you.” He realized suddenly that it was grossly inappropriate to speak of a lady…Lady, ha! “Oh, just forget it.”

Lyon stalked away, his hands shoved in his pockets, his head bowed. There couldn’t be a more miserable bastard alive anywhere. He waited to return to the cabin until he was certain Diana wouldn’t be there.

He avoided her successfully for the rest of the day.

Over dinner that evening, Rafael found himself looking from Diana to Lyon and back again. Neither of them spoke to the other. What the devil had happened?

The captain sipped at his wine. “What did you do all day, Diana?”

“Nothing important,” she said, not looking up from her still-full plate.

The ship heaved gently to port and her fork slid to the floor. Lyon and Diana leaned over at the same time and bumped heads. They both jerked back as if scalded. They both rubbed their heads.

Rollo retrieved the fork for her. Diana thanked him in a stifled voice.

“I trust you are feeling just the thing, Diana,” Rafael said.

“Of course. Why do you ask, Rafael?”

Rafael just shook his head, but he was aware that Lyon was looking at him, alarm in his eyes for a brief moment.

Diana excused herself a few minutes later and fled to the cabin. As for Lyon, he remained at the captain’s table until Rollo and Blick had bid their good nights.

“Why did you ask her that?” Lyon asked without preamble.

Rafael sat back in his chair and regarded the Earl of Saint Leven. “No reason, really,” he said finally, as if bored. “She ate scarcely a bite and after what Neddie had told me, well…” He stopped and began fiddling with a piece of bread.

“What did Neddie tell you?”

“Oh, just that he heard her crying in your cabin. He was worried, but didn’t have the nerve to disturb her. Even though he was raised by a gin-swilling mother, he still is very sensitive to the female of the species.”

“Damn her! That conniving little bitch hasn’t a thing to cry about!”

Rafael arched a black brow, but said nothing.

Lyon cursed quite floridly. Rafael turned away to hide his unholy grin.

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