Iguana Bay by Theresa Weir

Author:Theresa Weir [Weir, Theresa]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Default Category, General, Fiction
ISBN: 9780373073399
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 1990-05-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The next few days passed surprisingly peacefully. There was no mention of Sebastian or the upcoming trial. In fact, not a word was spoken about why Elise was on Iguana Bay.

As Dylan had promised that first day, her stay became a vacation. She was taken on a tour of the island, went beachcombing, and five days after she walked out of Sebastian's hotel, Dylan took her fishing.

They'd anchored above a coral reef where the water was sparklingly clear and schools of neon-striped fish darted. Dylan was leaning back in the pilot's swivel chair, bare feet propped against the side rail. The fishing pole was attached to a metal brace, so his hands were free, and he'd locked them behind his head. A white fishing cap advertising Vaca Key Marina was pulled down to meet dark sunglasses, his long, jean-clad legs crossed at the ankles. Today, instead of the usual dark T-shirt, he was wearing a white one.

Before leaving Iguana Bay he'd taken the scissors and refashioned the jeans Elise had been wearing, promising that he'd buy Skeeter's son a new pair, assuring her that Jason had long outgrown them anyway. Then he'd cut the sleeves out of a light blue T-shirt that had the words Dark Sky across the front. She'd asked him what it meant, and he'd told her Dark Sky was an association that was fighting light pollution, explaining that it was getting harder and harder to see the stars because of all the lights in the world.

And so she'd come to know that the astronomy books were his. Apparently Dylan was a dreamer.

Or had been.

Since her skin was pale, Dylan had insisted she use sunblock. Then he'd slapped a fishing cap like his on her head—so she wouldn't get sunstroke, he'd told her. She'd put on the cutoffs and the Dark Sky T-shirt, tucked her hair under the cap and grabbed a pole.

No phone, no television, no newspaper. A dream vacation. People saved their whole lives to take a vacation like this. The whole situation was crazy, but she was beginning to love it.

The warmth of the sun on her face and the repetitious sound of the waves were seductive, stupor inducing. Her eyes drifted shut.

With her eyes closed, her other senses were heightened. She could feel the warm tropical air move across her skin, intermittently relieved by gusts of ocean-cooled air. And the sounds... She hadn't realized how much the ocean sounded like a train, so constant, so ceaseless... The wind whistled past her ears, sounding like someone blowing lightly across the round glass lip of a soda bottle.

Later she roused herself enough to say, "When I was little, my grandmother used to take me fishing all the time. But I've never fished in the ocean."

"My dad used to take me," Dylan said. "Now he's in a nursing home, so I take him fishing every other Sunday." There was a hint of sadness in his voice.

She thought about the photo in the collage. Dylan and his father.

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