Elusive Dawn by Hooper Kay

Author:Hooper, Kay [Kay, Hooper,]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-12-24T00:43:33.460000+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

As the night wore on, Robyn drank black coffee steadily, watched lightning flash outside the porthole, and listened to the heavy rain and booming thunder. The rough motion of the boat didn't bother her, but she didn't try to get up from the bench to test her sea legs.

She was obstinately determined not to ask Shane to explain his cute little remark.

Shane seemed content to sit in silence, occasionally getting up to fill their cups or make more coffee.

By the time midnight crept by, with the storm still raging outside, Robyn was too sleepy to care much about anything except her inviting bunk in the cabin across the hall. Making a fool of oneself, she decided wryly, was certainly tiring.

With a certain perverse pleasure, she jabbed Shane in the ribs with her elbow, and murmured, "Move, will you, please? You have to get out before I can, and I'm going to bed."

Shane slid out from the bench and got to his feet, rubbing his lean ribs and staring at her ruefully.

Robyn held on to the table until she found her balance, then looked up at him. "Since you obviously can't sleep on deck tonight, you're welcome to the other bunk."

"I can sleep in here."

She stared rather pointedly at his six-foot length and then at the miniscule floor space. "George couldn't stretch out in here, let alone you. Take the other bunk. I only hope you don't snore."

"You couldn't hear it even if I did," Shane retorted as another crash of thunder rattled the boat.

Not finding the remark worthy of response, Robyn carefully made her way out of the galley and into the cabin, grabbing an occasional doorframe or wall for support. Trusting that Shane would give her time enough to get ready for bed, she closed the cabin door, flipped on the light, and rapidly encountered problems.

For instance, it was damnably hard to balance on one foot with a boat heaving underneath that foot. And pulling off the knit top she had changed into after her nap gave her a giddy sense of vertigo and caused her to sit down rather abruptly on the floor.

Changing took much longer than usual, so that when Shane tapped on the door, she was just pulling her sleeping gear-a large white T-shirt-into place. "Come in," she muttered, her back to the door while she tried to pull her hair out from under the shirt.

"Need some help?" Shane asked in amusement when he opened the door and stepped into the cabin.

"Never." Robyn wasn't particularly in charity with him at the moment, and didn't care if he knew it. Having finally won the wrestling match with her hair, she picked up her brush from the chest she was hanging on to and then stepped rather carefully over to the bottom bunk. Pushing George off her pillow, she crawled under the light blanket, still pointedly ignoring Shane.

There was barely room enough for her to sit up without banging her head on the top bunk, so she had to bend her neck a little.

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