An Indian Affair (6 page)

“I’m not making fun of you, princess,” he said, his tone changing. “You’re just more honest than I am, I guess. I joke about my feelings to hide them.”

“You don’t have to do that with me, Drew,” she said.

“I’ll remember that,” he murmured.

The trip back was a quiet one. They shared the companionable silence that falls between two people who know they don’t have to fill it. The drive across the causeway was as spectacular as promised, but too short. They were back at Paula’s complex in what seemed like record time.

“I’ll walk you to the door,” Fox said, as he helped Cindy out of the car.

“You’re going away this week?” Cindy asked him during the climb to Paula’s apartment.

“Yes, out of town on a job.”

“Is it dangerous?” Cindy inquired.

He looked down at her. “No, of course not.”

She smiled sadly. “You’d say that whether it was or not.”

He didn’t comment and she knew she was right.

“I’ll be back Saturday. I’ll call you then, to arrange the visit to my grandfather. He doesn’t get a lot of company these days.”

“Will he see me?” Cindy asked anxiously.

“He’ll see you, don’t worry,” Fox replied. “When I tell him there’s a beautiful
shankree
girl dying to meet him, I don’t think he’ll require much persuasion.”

“Shankree?”

“Not Seminole. Non Indian.”

“Oh.” They stopped outside Paula’s door, and Cindy unlocked it with the extra key Paula had given her. She turned to face Fox, her heart pounding.

“I want to kiss you,” he said tightly. “Very much.”

“Yes, oh yes,” she whispered.

“But after the other night...” he began.

Cindy put a finger to his lips, and he kissed it. “I know you better now,” she said.

“I think you know me too well already,” he whispered, bending his head to hers.

The touch of his mouth was light, exploratory, then quickly became insistent as Cindy slipped her arms around his neck. Her hand crept into his hair, which flowed over her fingers like thick black silk. His lips took hers hungrily, moving, caressing, never still, until she was kissing him back just as avidly. Never before had she been filled with such a desire to cling and submit. His mouth traveled to her neck, her ears, as he reached behind her and pushed in the door.

“What are you doing?” she asked against his lips.

“I’m too old to make love in hallways,” he replied huskily, almost carrying her with him so that her feet barely touched the floor.

Once inside, he lifted her against the wall, pinning her between it and his body. She felt engulfed by him: his mouth that devoured hers, his hands that molded her waist and hips, his thighs that held her in a viselike grip. She couldn’t move and didn’t want to move.

“How do you feel now, princess?” he murmured, pulling her against him, running his hands down her back.

Her soft moan was his answer. When he lowered his head to kiss her throat, she threw her head back, exposing the tender flesh to his caress. His lips parted, and she felt the moist heat of his tongue trace her collarbone. His hands came up to grasp her shoulders, and he held her steady as he explored lower, laving the valley between her breasts made available by the scoop neckline of her dress. His readiness was all too apparent through the thin barrier of her clothes, and she felt her control going , chasing after his, which was already fleeing and almost gone. He groaned deeply, pushing her skirt up, and sought her mouth again wildly, promising and asking for more.

Cindy knew she couldn’t handle this; he was too primed, too close to carrying them both away. Summoning her last shred of willpower she tore her mouth from Fox’s. He tried to kiss her still, his eyes closed, but she evaded him deftly. His eyes opened, the lush lashes lifting. Silence hung between them, punctuated by their harsh, ragged breathing.

Cindy swallowed. “You have to go,” she gasped.

He leaned in to her, his gaze smoky with passion. “Do you want me to go?” he asked lazily, knowing the answer.

“No,” she whispered.

He bent his head. She pushed back on his shoulders, not hard, but firmly enough to show that she meant it.

“Please. These feelings are too new,” she said, “and this is moving too fast, Drew. I have to think.”

‘‘One more kiss,” he said, ‘‘and I’ll go.”

“One more kiss and you’ll never go,” Cindy answered.

He relented, straightening and moving away from her. She arranged her disordered clothes, her glance averted.

“Hey,” he said, turning to tip her chin up with a long dusky forefinger, “you’re not sorry?”

She shook her head, unable to look at him. “No, I’m...overwhelmed; I just need some time, that’s all.”

“How about a week? I’ll see you Saturday?”

She clutched the lapels of his jacket, suddenly frightened. “You will be careful?” she said anxiously.

“I always am,” he replied lightly, smiling.

“I mean it, Drew. If anything were to happen to you...” She let the sentence trail off, unable to complete it.

He pulled her into his arms, seeking only to comfort now. “Nothing is going to happen to me, princess.” He released her, prodding her chin gently with his fist. “Buck up. A week isn’t very long.”

“Okay,” she replied, her tone subdued.

“You won’t run off with some passing stranger while I’m gone?” he asked, only half kidding.

“Oh, Drew, don’t be ridiculous,” Cindy answered, inexplicably near tears.

“All right. See you Saturday, then.”

“Saturday,” she echoed, and watched as, with a final wink, he slipped quietly through the door and was gone. Cindy sagged against it, feeling almost too weak to stand.

In the course of one evening, her whole life had changed.

Chapter 4

Cindy was in the bathtub when she heard Paula return about half an hour after Fox left. She belted her terry robe around her, padding out to the kitchen, where Paula was preparing a midnight snack.

“Want one?” Paula asked, looking up and brandishing a cracker in Cindy’s direction. “Low salt, low sugar, low taste.”

Cindy smiled slightly, shaking her head. Paula had been on a diet since the day Cindy had met her and was convinced that if she could just lose eight pounds she would lead armies and rule the world. Her conspicuous lack of success in this enterprise never daunted her; she was certain that her failure was due to a mere technical glitch in finding the right plan. The fact that nobody else thought she was overweight never affected her determination either. Eight pounds thinner, and she would be perfection.

“What are they?” Cindy asked, nodding to the box of biscuits on the table. “A new diet?”

“Yup. You eat nothing but these for the first five days. What do you think?”

“I think a nurse should know better.”

Paula shot her a disgusted glance. “Just what I need, moral support.” She eyed her friend critically. “So how was the big date?”

Cindy smiled mysteriously.

“Hmm,” Paula commented. “Just remember that Drew isn’t the noble hero in one of those legends you love to read. He’s a modern guy with modern problems, no matter how mythic he looks.”

“I think we’ve already covered this ground,” Cindy replied quietly, folding her arms.

Paula threw up her hands. “Okay, okay. What’s next on the agenda?”

“He’s bringing me to meet his grandfather next weekend.”

Paula looked impressed. “Really? He must like you. He’s not much for mixing family and friends.”

“Well, I think it’s really more that he’s doing me a favor. I told him the subject of my paper, and he said that his grandfather knows a lot about the old legends and might be able to help me.”

Paula shrugged. “Still, he didn’t have to volunteer, right?”

“Right,” Cindy agreed, eager to get off the subject of Drew’s idiosyncrasies. She treasured the impression she had of him from their evening together and didn’t want Paula to ruin it. “Did you like the rodeo?” she asked quickly.

“I’m not sure,” Paula replied, popping another cracker into her mouth. “It was different, all right, but the whole place smelled like a stockyard.”

“It
was
a stockyard, wasn’t it?”

Paula thought that over. “I guess it was,” she conceded, giggling. She gestured toward the kitchenette. “Do you want something to eat? I promise I won’t restrict you to these sawdust wafers.”

‘‘No, no. I’m tired and I think I’ll turn in.”

“Okay. Good night.”

Cindy was walking down the hall when Paula’s voice stopped her.

“Cindy?”

Cindy looked over her shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to discourage you about Drew. Good luck with him. Really. Somebody’s bound to get through to him sooner or later, and maybe it will be you.”

Cindy nodded slowly and then went on her way to bed.

* * * *

On Monday, Cindy saw the department chairman at Gulf Coast University, who gave her the preliminary information she needed. He also gave her a pass to use the reference room in the library, where she spent the rest of the week, immersed in the extensive folklore section. But despite Cindy’s best efforts to keep busy the wait for the weekend was interminable. She kept wondering where Drew was and what he was doing, if he were safe. It was ridiculous, because he’d been courting danger long before he met her and had managed to survive, but she couldn’t dismiss the nagging feeling that he might be in trouble.

Saturday finally arrived. Cindy was up early, unable to sleep, and was making coffee in the kitchen when the doorbell rang at seven-fifteen. Yawning, Cindy wondered who might be calling at that hour, but when there was no response from Paula’s room she shuffled to the door in her nightgown and slippers.

Drew was standing in the hall, rumpled and weary in jeans, boots, and a wrinkled navy T-shirt. He looked about to pass out on his feet, and he was the most beautiful sight Cindy had ever seen.

“Hello, princess,” he said, his voice low and husky. He opened his arms.

Without a second thought, Cindy rushed into them.

He caught her to him and lifted her off her feet, swinging her in a half circle. With her arms around his neck and her eyes closed, Cindy drank in his presence like a heady draught.

“You feel wonderful,” he murmured, his big hands caressing her body through the thin material of her gown. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” she whispered, reaching up to touch his hair, her head still pressed to his shoulder. “I’m sorry I’m not dressed, I didn’t expect you so early.”

He laughed, withdrawing slightly to look down into her face. “I would have been earlier still, but I didn’t think Paula would appreciate a visitor at three o’clock in the morning.”

“What?”

He ran his finger along the bridge of her nose. “I’ve been sitting in the truck across the street since then, and I fell asleep.” He bent to kiss her forehead. “I should have gone back home to clean up but I couldn’t wait to see you.”

Paula emerged from her bedroom, shrugging into her robe. She paused when she saw Drew.

“I thought I heard voices,” she said. “Hi, Drew. Have you taken over the morning paper route?”

He grinned at Paula, and even though it was directed at her Cindy could feel the force of his charm.

“Sorry, short stuff. I just wanted to see your roommate. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

‘‘Well, this is touching, I must say,” Paula observed dryly. “Care to stay for breakfast?”

“No, got to get home and change.” He looked at Cindy. “I’ll be back for you around nine, would that be okay?”

“Fine,” she said, watching him move toward the door.

“So long, Paula.” His voice dropped an octave. “See you later, princess.” The door shut behind him and he was gone.

The silence lengthened as the sound of his footsteps faded down the corridor. The percolator steamed as it finished the coffee, and Paula helped herself to a cup of it before she said quietly, “He’s quite taken with you, isn’t he?”

“I hope so.”

Paula sipped thoughtfully. “I originally thought that this was sort of a one-sided thing. I thought you were fascinated with Drew because he seemed to embody those traits you find so attractive in his culture. But it’s more, isn’t it?” She shook her head. “I’ve never seen him look so...smitten. And showing up here, at this hour, just to talk to you…” She let the sentence trail off and then cleared her throat. “So where does his grandfather live?” she asked brightly, changing the subject.

“I don’t know. Don’t you?”

“Not any more. When we were kids Drew’s family lived in the old shantytown near the river, but I heard he moved them all out once he began to make some money. His father’s dead now, but he still has some cousins and aunts in addition to the old man.”

“And he supports all of them?” Cindy asked.

“As far as I know. He helps out, anyway, even if he doesn’t keep them entirely. I know a couple of his younger cousins have jobs in town, and one of them is in college. He’s probably paying for that too.”