Azure (Drowning In You) (7 page)

Hippy style. It fit the place and hour, not to mention the sandals. She put on her hoop earrings, grabbed her purse and decided she was ready.

It was still half past three.

Dammit
.

A knock came on the door and she went to open. Kirsten stared at her, a book in hand.

“You look pretty,” she said, coming inside.

“You think?” Olivia tugged on the hem of her blouse. “I have fat thighs and my hair is limp and—”

“Sweetling,” Kirsten said and wagged a finger, “you look fabulous. Stop doubting it. Are you meeting with the non-rebound guy?”

Olivia nodded, tugging again on her hair, glancing at the mirror to see if the shorts made her ass look big.

Kirsten sidestepped and nudged her in the ribs. “The non-rebound guy is very lucky.”

Snorting, Olivia tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t know if he’s lucky, but he’s
kinda
mysterious. I’m trying to get him to open up.”

“Oh great.” Kirsten rolled her eyes. “The clam trying to get another clam to open up.”

“Oh shut up, you.” Olivia gave her a pat on the ass. “Shoo. Go back to your wounded boyfriend. How is he, by the way?”

“He says he feels better. Doctor said he may need to lie in tomorrow as well.” Kirsten rubbed her nose. “Sorry about this,
Liv
.”

“Not your fault. Besides, it gives me more time to investigate my mysterious non-rebound, clammed-up guy.” Olivia winked and slung an arm around her friend’s shoulders. “Go give Markus a big sloppy kiss from me before I go and give it to him myself.”

Kirsten sighed and gave her a quick hug before she left.

Olivia closed the door firmly and glanced at her watch. Three forty.
Ugh
. Was her watch broken? She shook it experimentally, not sure what she was hoping for. It was digital, not a wind-up antique.

She grabbed a book and went to sit on the balcony. A huge white bougainvillea climbed the side of the building and arched over her, providing shade. She propped her feet on the low table and found her bookmark.

The novel was a paranormal romance a friend at the university had lent her. The protagonist, Marisa, was a kick-ass heroine who changed men more often than she did underwear — not that she was ever shown changing underwear. Marisa never seemed to be in need of peeing, eating, showering — or sleeping, for that matter. In the space of two chapters, she dated vampires, werewolves, zombies, and even a ghost.

‘Where are your friends?’
the ghost asked and Olivia frowned because someone had asked her that before.
I’m alone
, he went on, and colors swirled in his eyes — or was it tears?
I want to hear your story. I want to know you.

She came awake with a start. The book had fallen from her lap to the floor. She picked it up.

She’d fallen asleep.
Shit
.

Kai
.

A glance at her watch confirmed it. She’d been out for over half an hour.

She was late.

It is the stars, the stars above us, govern our conditions.

Shakespeare

It is the tides that govern us, the deep, invisible currents.

Myra
Crow

Her leather sandals slapped on the floor as she ran into the lobby, practically threw her key at Panos and pushed on the revolving doors to get out. She pounded down the steps and raced along the pool on the small path to the beach bar.

Winding between the small coffee tables, she hurried under the thatch roof to the bar.

Behind it stood the blond guy from last night, polishing a glass. He raised his gaze and blinked at her.

“Hello,” he said, and nodded at the stools. “Have a seat. What can I get you?”

“Kai,” she panted and leaned against the bar.

“You want me to get you a Kai?”

She nodded, still gasping for breath. “
The
Kai, if possible, your one and only co-worker?”

“Ah,
the
Kai.” He grinned, his teeth slightly yellow, stained with nicotine. “He left not five minutes ago.”

Crap. Big steaming pile of it
. “Where did he go?”

“Went walking along the beach. That way.” He pointed with the glass he held. “He doesn’t like crowds.”

She looked in the direction he was pointing. The beach was full, every square meter filled with umbrellas, deck chairs, beach mats and children madly digging with plastic shovels. “What happened here?”

“Tourist bus arrived this morning.” He went back to polishing the glass. “French, I believe.”

“Thanks.” She pushed off the bar and rushed toward the water, the sand slipping into her sandals and burning her feet.
Shit
shit
shit
. Too many kids, too many moms running after them, too many umbrellas. Where was Kai? She stopped at the water’s edge to get her bearings and shaded her eyes.

A dark figure stood on the rocks, hands in pockets. Even with her new, super shiny contact lenses on, she wasn’t sure it was him.

Ah well
. She shook the sand out of her sandals and hurried toward him. It had to be him. Who else would wear long pants on a beach in this heat?

He turned around as she approached. The wind had swept his dark hair into spikes and she itched to touch them, see if they were soft or encrusted with salt. His eyes were hard as stone.

“I’m so sorry I was late,” she said, and thought,
damn, it’s over already
. She wasn’t sure exactly what she thought was over — the project, the interest, the soft curiosity in his eyes, the chance to get to know him a little — but he blinked as if he’d just seen her and his gaze softened.

“It’s okay,” he said, a rasp in his voice. “I thought maybe you changed your mind.”

“Oh no, I want to have that coffee,” she said.

The corner of his mouth curled in a half smile. “Even though you can see me clearly now?”

“Definitely. I want a coffee with you.”

“Okay. Can we...?” He gestured at the beach. “Too many people. I know a nice cafe not far from here. If you don’t mind.”

Mind?
Did she mind? His jaw was square, his chin dimpled, and that bow of a mouth made her knees go weak.
 
“Sounds good,” she breathed.

Project
. She’d planned a project. Couldn’t quite remember the topic right now. She followed him to his truck which was parked up at the road, and climbed inside. Huh. It wasn’t as dusty as she remembered. Had he cleaned?

Nah
. She’d been half blind. Had probably taken the color of the dashboard for a layer of dust. She tried not to stare at Kai as he started the car and rolled out to the asphalt. She was also grateful he hadn’t asked why she was late.

Sorry, dude. I was so excited about meeting you I fell asleep. Yeah.

His hands were strong, tanned and long-fingered. She kept her gaze there. Safer than to look up at his brooding face. Barely.

Maybe better look outside. Oh look, landscapes. The sea. Trees and other green stuff. The whole world.

They drove on the seaside road for a while, passing over steep inclines leading to secluded bays. A yacht was moored in one, a smudge of white set against the blue of the sea and sky. On the other side, tall mountains loomed, their slopes bare and reflecting the rays of the sinking sun.

Breathtaking
.

But her eyes kept straying to Kai’s muscled arms, the arch of his neck, the messy dark hair falling in his eyes and curling against his nape.

She was glad when he turned into a small gravel parking lot, not sure she could keep from staring much longer. Her eyes were cramping from looking in two directions at once.

He hopped out of the truck and came around to open her door. She stared at his offered hand for a moment, uncomprehending. She’d just spent six months in
Germany
where offering such courtesy to women, the old and the handicapped was taken invariably as sexism, arrogance and stupidity.

His gaze was warm, sliding from her face to her neck and lower, until her whole body tingled.

She took his hand and leaped down. He didn’t release her, his fingers clasped around hers, and they stood chest to chest — almost. She was at eye-level with his chin, but he dipped his head and, oh god, she was going to melt into a pool of lust right there, in the parking lot.

Forget about getting to know his story. How about getting to know his body, first? Hadn’t Kirsten said he was her rebound guy? Hell, why not?

“Come,” he said and stepped away, letting go.

She shook her head, dazed. It was his scent, she decided, that mixture of sea salt, male musk and something she couldn’t put her finger on — oh, but she wanted to. She followed, trying to compose herself, to cool her heated thoughts.

One thought kept bouncing up and down, though, demanding to be examined: she hadn’t felt that way with Justin. Nor with anyone before.

Damn scary.

***

The cafe composed of a stone-built bar, a kitchen with a wooden roof and a terrace with a stunning view of the rocky bay below, where the beach appeared as a white smudge. Seagulls wheeled on the air currents and fluffy clouds traveled on the horizon, where blue met blue.

They sat under a jasmine pergola, the small blossoms looking like stars. The low sunrays passing through the twisted branches threw a filigree of shadow on the stone wall and dipped Kai’s lashes in gold.

Almost too beautiful to be true
, she thought, and her neck heated.

Old magic
. It was this place, the colors, the textures, the rich light that brought everything out in relief and carved lines in the people’s faces. She was falling into a fairy tale, arms spread wide like the wings of a sea gull.

God, she needed an extra strong coffee.

The tables around them were empty, apart from two which had been seized by blond, sun-burned tourists.

A tiny woman, her grey hair tied in a bun, came to take their order. Olivia asked for Greek coffee, which, her guide said, was similar to Arab coffee. Kai asked for something in Greek and the woman nodded, made a moue and left.

“What did you tell her?”

“I asked for a fruit preserve.” He worked his jaw and looked out at the sea.

“Something wrong with the order?”

“It’s not that. I’m uncomfortable speaking Greek. I have an accent, I make mistakes. I’m afraid everyone will laugh at me. And usually they do, or look unhappy. Like her.”

“I understand,” she said. “It’s like my glasses.”

He quirked a brow. “My Greek is like your glasses?”

She laughed and was treated to another of his faint half-smiles. It was a sexy smile and she wished her coffee was there already to distract her.

He was staring at her, obviously waiting for an explanation.
Oh crap
. She never talked about these things to anyone. Why was it she couldn’t keep her mouth shut around this guy?

Well, she’d started it. “As you know, I’m blind as a bat without my lenses. As a kid I used to wear glasses. The other kids teased me a lot. I hated it.” God, this was like pulling teeth. Where was that coffee? “Why do you have an accent, anyway? Didn’t your father talk to you in Greek?”

Kai didn’t speak for a moment, and she thought he might be angry she knew so much about him — that he might have guessed she’d asked Panos. But he only sighed. “He tried. I was stubborn and didn’t want to answer in Greek. We were in the States. People spoke English.”