Midsummer

 

By Kate

 

Something different from me:  No sea creatures, aliens or myth this time around. Not even a single owie. Just romance, a bit of angst, and a long string of misunderstandings! Thanks to Theresa, Liz and Diane. Special thanks to KK for wallowing in Voyage for a brief time and making me grin like an idiot <g> Comments can be sent to: veniceplace12@verizon.net

 

 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with her, Lee. She’s driving me nuts.” 

 

Lee Crane fought the urge to smile, watching as Chip Morton dragged a hand through his hair and paced off an agitated circle. Although it was comical seeing Chip worked up over something he secretly considered amusing, he was partially to blame for his best friend’s agitation. He hadn’t exactly suggested Chip’s youngest sister, Veronica, come to Santa Barbara for an extended visit, but he’d been the catalyst to start the ball rolling.

 

Several weeks ago he’d contacted her to consult on a jewelry design. A gifted artisan who worked with precious metals and stones, Veronica seemed the perfect candidate to design a bracelet for Alyssa Halston, his romantic partner of the last ten months.

 

Veronica had been excited about the prospect and agreed to send him some conceptual artwork as soon as she had time to draft a few designs. Unfortunately, just a day after their phone discussion, she’d suffered a crushing breakup with her boyfriend of almost a year. The bracelet was quickly forgotten until, at the last minute, she’d thrown together a few designs and flown to Santa Barbara to share them with Lee personally. 

 

He’d been surprised but soon realized what she’d really wanted to do was moan on her big brother’s shoulder. For the last six days, she’d given an Oscar-worthy performance, sobbing and sniffling, vehemently condemning all men as ‘immature-commitment-phobic-bastards.’ Chip had done his part, listening and patting her on the back, nodding like some sympathetic sage then invariably saying all the wrong things - - “It’s for the best . . .  You’re too good for Mason . . .   There’s more fish in the sea . . . He doesn’t deserve you.’ - - which only made her cry harder. For a man who’d grown up with three younger sisters, Lee was surprised at how poorly Chip fared when confronted with emotional females.

 

“All she does is sit around and moon over that jerk,” Chip groused. “The other day I drove home during lunch and found her camped out on the living room sofa in her underwear and a tee-shirt, eating ice cream from the carton. I mean do I need this? Her underwear for crying out loud! And what does she say - - ‘you weren’t supposed to be home until 5:00’ and  . . . ‘you’ve never seen a girl in her bikinis before?’” Chip shook his head in exasperation. “Then she bursts into tears and storms into her bedroom like it’s my fault she’s spending the afternoon with a half-gallon of Rocky Road. And don’t even get me started on the fact it’s my bedroom she’s commandeered.” He paced off a tight square, waving a hand in the air. “Does she care? Hell, no! Since my spare room is set up as a den, I’ve been demoted to the couch. Indefinitely!”

 

Lee butted a rolled fist against his mouth to stop a grin. Laughing would only make it worse. Chip had a healthy steam going, waving his beer bottle around to punctuate exclamations as he paced on the deck of Lee’s beachfront home. Committing the cardinal sin of laughter would likely get Lee vivisected or, at the very least, lectured until he never wanted to grin again.

 

“Um . . . Chip . . .”

 

“And then there’s the bathroom. I don’t even recognize it anymore. She’s got bottles of goop and cream scattered all over the place. There’s nail polish where my aftershave should be and my deodorant’s been replaced by something that promises to make me smell ‘spring rain fresh.’ What the hell is that? And since when does spring rain smell any differently than winter rain? And why the hell should I even freaking care!”

 

Lee bit his tongue. The struggle not to laugh must have shown on his face because Chip speared a finger in his direction. “This is all your fault. If you hadn’t called her about that damn bracelet, she could have done her mooning in Sedona.”

 

“I don’t think your mother would have been very sympathetic.”

 

“Of course not! Mason was a jerk. Mom knew it and so do I. The best thing that ever happened to Ron was getting dumped by that moron.”

 

As amusing as the whole thing was, Lee decided it was time to be helpful. “It’s been over a month since the breakup, Chip. Maybe she just needs a distraction.”

 

“Yeah? Like what?” He shot Lee a black glare. “The way she carries on you’d think the S.O.B. ripped her heart out. I can’t even get her to focus on that damn bracelet of yours.   

 

Lee wasn’t quite sure how to approach the bracelet. He’d always considered Veronica talented, but the designs she showed him weren’t anything like he’d envisioned. He’d wanted something special . . . elegant without being ostentatious. Alyssa favored silver, so he’d pictured something in sterling or white gold. He’d wanted the design to reflect his faithfulness and their future together. He’d envisioned their initials - -“L” and “A” - - twined together in a graceful flowing script . . . not engraved, but cut from the metal itself to form an interlocking clasp. 

 

In a short time Alyssa would be turning 51. Lately, she’d begun to feel the separation of their ages, fearing he wouldn’t remain faithful to her . . . that he would tire of her and crave a relationship with someone nearer his own age. 

 

Two months ago he’d turned 35, but that additional year hadn’t made a difference to Alyssa. She tried not to dwell on it, but Lee knew she was starting to feel the pressure of the 16-year gap between them. Only last night he’d walked in the bedroom to find her scrutinizing her body in front of the mirror. When he’d asked what she was doing, she’d flushed and quickly pulled on her robe. “Checking for moles,” she’d said self-consciously, but he’d known she was looking for flaws.

 

She was lithe, fit and toned with the body of a 30-year-old. He didn’t understand why she was so hard on herself when he loved her for who she was. But the reality was she’d existed in a different world. Her lifeblood had been made in an industry that relied solely on looks. It was what she knew and, because of that fixation, she feared Lee’s eye would eventually wander.

 

He’d wanted to put those fears to rest and thought the bracelet might be the way to do that. It wasn’t as symbolic as a ring, leaving them both room to breathe while pledging his fidelity. The problem was he found himself disappointed in Veronica’s designs and didn’t know how to tell her. Or Chip.

 

He knew her lack of focus was due to the breakup with Mason. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her feelings, but he wasn’t satisfied with the artwork she’d shown him. Maybe if he got her mind off Mason.

 

“Why don’t you introduce her to someone else?” he suggested.

 

“Are you crazy?” Chip favored him with a disbelieving glance. “She’s convinced men are the scum of the earth.”   

 

Lee sighed, sagging back against the railing of his deck. He turned his face to the breeze, catching the salt air off the Pacific. The sun was starting to set, soaking the rim of the ocean with brass and tangerine. Alyssa would be home soon, her work day running later than his for a change. He had a bottle of Pinot Grigio chilling and some scallops and shrimp he intended to throw on the grill. There were greens and shredded cheese in the refrigerator for a Caesar Salad and a loaf of French bread in the cupboard. Although he had the meal planned his mind really wasn’t on dinner, but romance. He’d only been back one day after attending an eight-day defense summit with Nelson, and missed the luxury of lying in bed with the woman he loved. It was midsummer, the days stretching longer as the solstice loomed nearer. He imagined a sunset picnic on the beach, sitting wrapped in each others arms as they watched the sun melt into the Pacific. Then afterward . . .

 

“Lee, are you listening to me?”

 

He gave a self-conscious jolt, realizing Chip had gone from annoyed to aggravated. Apparently, inviting his friend over for a quick beer before Alyssa got home hadn’t been the smartest thing to do. Setting his own half-full bottle aside, he refocused.

 

“Okay, so introducing her to someone else might not be the smartest move.” He decided to go for broke. “Maybe getting her focused on this jewelry design again for Alyssa would help. I have to be honest, Chip . . .” He hesitated, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings. “It’s not working out the way I thought. I don’t know how to tell her I’m unhappy.”

 

Chip cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean? Did she screw it up?”

 

“Not exactly. It’s just not turning out the way I expected. I think I should end things before…”

 

He stopped suddenly, cut off by a loud crash from the kitchen. Startled, he shot a glance at Chip then bolted for the screen door, shoving inside. He rounded the corner to the kitchen and found Alyssa crouching on the floor clumsily trying to pick up the broken shards of a blue crystal vase. An assortment of bubblegum pink carnations, yellow tulips and daises were scattered over the ceramic tile amid a spreading puddle of water.

 

“Alyssa!” The sight of her crouching in high-heeled sandals, wearing a sleeveless orchid dress, a matching purse still slung over her shoulder, made him realize she’d just gotten home. “What happened? Here - - I’ll do that.” He squatted to pick up the glass and realized her hands were shaking, the veil of her hair tumbled forward to hide her face.

 

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Catching her shoulders, he drew her to her feet.

 

“Nothing.” She gave a light laugh and brushed the hair back from her face, careful to avoid his eyes. “I was just putting the flowers in water but was a little too clumsy I guess.” She smiled, looking past him. “Oh, hello, Chip. I didn’t realize Lee had company. Are you staying for dinner?”

 

“No. Actually, I was getting ready to head out.” Standing just inside the kitchen doorway, Chip dropped his empty bottle into the trash. “Uh, Lee . . . thanks for listening. Sorry I gave you an earful.”

 

“That’s okay.” Off-kilter, Lee stood and turned to face his friend. Something felt distinctively ‘off’ but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Alyssa was still avoiding his eyes, mopping up spilled water on the countertop with a wad of paper towels. It bothered him that her hands had been shaking but, before he could say anything, she excused herself, said goodbye to Chip then headed upstairs.  

 

Lee frowned. “Did she seem okay to you?”

 

Chip shrugged. “Maybe just a bad day at the office. We all have them.” He clapped Lee on the back. “I’ll leave you to clean up the mess, buddy.” He nodded toward the flowers, water and glass on the floor. “I’ve got my own problems dealing with a twenty-five-year-old hysterical blonde.” He made a face. “God help Mason Weller if I ever get my hands on him.”

 

Grumbling, he headed from the kitchen.

 

**********

 

Alyssa dropped her purse on the bed, headed for the bathroom and closed the door. She stood with her back pressed against the wood, fighting the urge to cry. She desperately wanted to discount the conversation she’d overhead, but given Lee’s behavior of late, it only confirmed her fears.

 

She’d been in an upbeat mood when she’d arrived at Lee’s house, anxious to tell him about a dear friend, Sebastian Graham, who was in town on business and wanted to have dinner. Her first modeling job had come courtesy of Sebastian and she was eager for Lee to meet him.

 

She’d even stopped on a whim to pick up a bouquet of flowers after closing the office of her modeling agency - - something to add a splash of color to Lee’s outside deck. Upon arriving at the house, she’d headed straight for the kitchen. It was only as she was adding water to the flowers that she realized the French doors connecting the dining room to the deck were open and she could hear snatches of conversation through the screen. She’d smiled when she’d heard Chip’s voice, always finding it a pleasure to see Lee’s closest friend. She hadn’t really been listening, focused on arranging the flowers in the water when she heard Lee mention her name. A few stray snatches of conversation followed:

 

 . . . not working out the way I thought . . . don’t know how to tell her I’m unhappy . . . think I should end things  . . .

 

And that’s when she’d dropped the vase, her world shattering with the glass.   

 

She was in love with Lee Crane and had thought he was in love with her too, but apparently that was just a silly fantasy. She should have known it was too good to be true. Who was she kidding? The man was thirty-five years old, drop-dead gorgeous and the commander of the most famous submarine in the world. He could have any woman he wanted. Why should he waste his time with a washed-up model who was sixteen years his elder when he could have a hot young blonde or brunette hanging off his arm?   

 

Pained by the thought, she bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. I’m so stupid! I should have seen it coming.

 

She hadn’t really thought much about the random phone calls he’d received over the last few weeks, each prompting him to go into another room. Or the time she’d accidentally picked up on the extension and heard a woman’s voice on the line. She’d just assumed it was someone from the Institute. How could she have been so blind? Her late husband had two affairs under her nose. She knew all the signs, had waded through the lies before. She’d really believed Lee was different. That possibly, despite the gap in their ages, they had a future together. 

If only…

 

“Alyssa?” Lee’s voice sounded in synch with a knock on the door. “Are you all right?”

 

“I’m fine, Lee.” She wiped a hand under her eye, catching a stray tear. It wouldn’t do for him to see her crying. She’d go along for now and play out the game, waiting for him to drop the bomb. If he wanted to end things, he damn well was going to have to squirm through it. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

 

She checked her make-up in the mirror, ran a brush through her hair and straightened her dress. She was an ex-model, used to putting on a façade. She could certainly play the game for as long as necessary, or until she deemed it time to call him on the carpet. Regaining her poise, she opened the door and stepped into the bedroom.

 

“Alyssa?” Standing near the balcony, Lee turned to face her, his expression a mixture of concern and confusion. “What’s wrong?” He stepped closer, lightly running his hands up her arms. The sensation went through her like a shivery ripple of electricity. She hated that he could affect her so easily, a single touch leaving her craving more.

 

“Nothing.” He was standing too close, the heat of his body kindling the ever-present crackle of attraction between them. If she was smart, she’d tell him she had a headache and head home to her condo. But he was looking down on her through those dense black lashes, his eyes an intoxicating blend of emerald, walnut and gold. She wet her lips and tried to find her voice. “Did Chip leave?”

 

“Mmhm.” He made a vague sound, clearly distracted. “It’s just the two of us and I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He slid an arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he moved in tandem with her body, almost like a dancer settling in. He dipped his head, brushing his lips lightly against hers. “I have a bottle of wine chilling downstairs or we could just stay here for awhile.” He brushed the hair from her shoulder, kissing her collarbone. “I could help you undress . . .” His fingers ghost-skimmed up her spine, locating the zipper on her slimming orchid sheath while his lips found the pulse-point in her throat.

 

She felt her willpower fading, the low timbre of his voice and the seductive touch of his hands stripping her of rational thought. Before she could succumb completely, she flattened her palms on his chest and pushed backward, turning her face away.

 

“I can’t, Lee. Not tonight. I have too much work to do.”

 

Puzzled, he drew back, his brows knitting together on his forehead. “Did something happen at the agency?” She’d expected him to be put off - - most men who were players were interested only in satisfying themselves - - but he scrutinized her in open concern. “What’s wrong, Alyssa?”

 

“Nothing’s wrong.” She disentangled herself from his arms. “I just have a full schedule ahead of me tomorrow, and I have to get some work done.” As much as she loved him, she couldn’t go to bed with him tonight. It hurt too much to play the game knowing he was simply waiting for the right time to cut the strings. And yet . . . it pulled at her heart that he was being so solicitous, his attentiveness appearing genuine. Damn him for that! She should have been smarter - - listening to her gut instead of her heart - - when she’d decided to chase after him in the first place. A fifty-year-old woman had no business with a thirty-five year old man.

 

Walking quickly to the bed, she gathered her purse. “I’m sorry, Lee. I need to spend the night at home. I only stopped because I thought I’d left a client’s folder here.” She knew he’d think it odd she was leaving so quickly and made up the lie to cover the truth. “I guess I left it at home.”

 

“Okay.” At her side again, he slid his hands onto her shoulders and kissed her hair. “Tell me what I can do to help.”

 

“You can’t.” She almost spat the words but hung onto her composure at the last minute. Why did he have to be so considerate, setting her up for such a horrible fall? Based on the conversation she’d overheard, she knew he was just playing out a cruel charade. Tears pricked the back of her eyes, but she kept her gaze averted, digging in her purse for her keys. “I’ll call tomorrow.” She wasn’t sure she would. 

 

“All right.” He sounded uncertain, a trace of bewilderment in his voice. “Don’t forget our reservations at Bettencourte’s.” Still he hesitated. “Lyss . . .” His fingers tightened around her arm. “You would tell me if something was wrong?”

 

“How many times do I have to tell you, Lee? I have work to do. I’m just tired. It’s been a long day.” She tried to sound convincing but knew her voice was flat. She no longer cared, too emotionally drained to keep up the façade. It hurt to hear him use her nickname, the one he alone called her, which only served to make the tug on her heart stronger. “I have to go.” She gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth and started for the door.

 

“Wait. I’ll walk you to your car.”

 

He caught up with her, astute enough to know something was wrong but respectful enough not to force the issue. He merely twined his fingers in hers, holding onto her hand as he walked with her down the stairs and out to the garage. In an effort to keep the air casual between them, he made another comment about Bettencourte’s and she mumbled something appropriate in response. They’d been planning a visit to the upscale restaurant/dance club prior to his departure for the defense summit and had arranged for reservations weeks ago. Normally, Alyssa would have looked forward to the romantic evening out but all she could think of was that he intended to leave her.

 

When they reached her car she allowed him to kiss her goodnight. Even then her body remained rigid in his arms, and she turned away quickly when ordinarily she would have lingered.

 

“Don’t call,” she said. “I’m probably going to take the phone off the hook tonight.”

 

Her tears started when she was halfway down the drive. By the time she reached her condo, she was sobbing in earnest. She put the Jaguar in park and hunched over the steering wheel, her face pressed to the back of her hands, hot tears streaming down her face.

 

It simply wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t have pretended if he didn’t love her . . . if he needed someone younger, closer to his own age. He must have gotten a kick out of the relationship while it lasted, but he was plainly ready to move on. Maybe he’d just tired of the pressure.

 

The media left them alone for the most part but every once in a while there was some stray commentary or footnote hinting at his talents in the bedroom. She knew it was nothing more than filler for white space when the scandal sheets ran out of cheating spouses, corrupt politicians and kinky sex, but still it grated. Lee had never paid the articles any heed, or so she’d thought. 

 

But her captain wasn’t just any garden-variety worker. He held a critical position, requiring respect from the men under him. What if he felt his sometimes too-public relationship with her had eroded his authority on Seaview? Any other time she would have thought that notion foolish - - she knew Lee and knew the men he worked with - - but everything had changed listening to him talk to Chip.

 

 . . . I don’t know how to tell her I’m unhappy. I think I should end things . . .

 

Her shoulders shook as she buried her face in her hands. For the first time since their relationship had begun, she wished the last ten months had never happened.

 

**********

 

  “ . . . and I’d like you to check the last round of diagnostics on the Flying Sub,” Harry said, shuffling through the papers on his desk. He found the one he wanted, slipped it inside a manila folder and slid the whole thing across the blotter to Lee. “The latest rounds of tests indicate the controls aren’t as responsive as they should be, but it could be nothing more than a faulty readout. Since you’ve logged the most hours as pilot I’d like your opinion on…”

 

He stopped suddenly, realizing Lee wasn’t listening but sat staring into space, one elbow propped on the arm of his chair as he absently waggled a pencil back and forth between his fingers.

 

“Lee?” When no response was forthcoming, he tried again: “Lee.”

 

The emphasis did the trick. His captain gave a reactionary jolt as if waking from a daydream. “I’m sorry, Admiral.” Chagrined, he sat straighter, his gaze swiveling to catch Harry’s. “I,

um . . . I didn’t catch what you said.” 

 

“No. I gathered that.” Harry frowned, narrowing his eyes on the younger man. “You’ve been distracted all morning.” He knew Lee, could read his moods like a book even when they ran the gamut of being on the secretive side. It was obvious something was bothering him. “Are you feeling all right?”

 

“Yes, Sir.” Lee flushed, dropping his eyes. He smiled, but the action seemed forced. “I guess I didn’t sleep well last night. Probably something I ate.” He reached for the folder Harry had left in front of him, drawing it onto his lap and flipping it open as if the matter were closed.

 

Harry decided to let the issue slide. Whatever was troubling Lee, it was obvious he didn’t want to talk about it. Given everything was running smoothly with Seaview and the Institute, he guessed Mitchell Blake was likely at fault for the younger man’s mood. A bad penny that continued to surface, Lee’s spiteful stepfather was overdue for an appearance.

 

“Well, we certainly have enough projects going to keep you awake at night, I suppose,” he said lightly, letting Lee off the hook. “Nicole Rook is due back from her Tampa conference today. We can start planning new harvesting techniques for the Razorback once she secures additional gear.”

 

Lee nodded absently, his attention on the open folder.

 

Again, Harry got the feeling he wasn’t really listening but was absorbed in some other framework of thought.

 

Lee had a somewhat tenuous relationship with Dr. Nicole Rook, a marine biologist currently contracted to N.I.M.R., but it had grown smoother over the last few weeks. The older sister of a woman Lee had loved in the past, Nicole had initially been frigid with the young captain until he’d done something wholly self-sacrificing, forcing her to revaluate her opinion of him. They worked together amiably now, though it certainly didn’t hurt most of Nicole’s time was spent underwater on the sealab known as Leviathan II, rather than at her Institute apartment. On temporary loan to N.I.M.R., she oversaw the ongoing extraction of fossilized coral from a coldwater reef in the Razorback Fracture Zone. 

                                                                                                  

Harry had to admit he missed working with her on a day-to-day basis. What initially started as a connection built on mutual respect had since evolved into something far more personal. The last time they’d been together, he’d taken her to dinner and the symphony, followed by a midnight stroll on the beach. The walk had been completely impromptu, but he’d rolled up the pant legs of his crisp black tux while she’d slipped off her strappy gold sandals. Hand-in-hand, they’d strolled through the surf, chatting about everything from science and politics to music and books. By the time he’d finally driven her home, it was after 1:00 in the morning.

 

He’d kissed her for the first time that night, then again two days later when she’d left to return to the Leviathan. He hadn’t told Lee about his growing attraction to her, but occasionally found himself thinking of her laugh or the sparkle of her eyes when he should have been concentrating on Seaview. Sooner or later he’d have to tell Lee, especially given how anxious he was to see her again.

 

“You’ll check FS1?” he prompted when Lee remained silent, seemingly engrossed in the statistical reports clipped to the folder. “I’d like you to run your own diagnostics.”

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

“Good. And get with Chip on the new circuitry panel for Seaview. I’m not entirely sold on the changes to the auxiliary gyrocompass but I’ll reserve judgment until we have sufficient test results.”

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

Harry frowned openly this time. “Lee, if you’re not feeling well you really should head home.”

 

“No, Sir, I’m fine.” Collecting the folder, the younger man stood and slipped it under his arm. “I’ll get started on FS1 unless you have something else you wanted to discuss.”

 

“No.” It had to be Mitchell Blake. Lee was poised and professional but clearly preoccupied. Harry thought about calling Alyssa, then decided to keep his nose out of it. If Lee wanted to discuss what was bothering him, he’d open up eventually. 

 

In the meantime, Harry would bide his time and wait.

 

***********

 

With Seaview in port, it was mostly the maintenance crew onboard the sub, running routine checks, replenishing gear and loading supplies. Lee sat in the pilot’s seat of FS1, a clipboard balanced on his lap as he reviewed the diagnostic report the Admiral had given him. He made a few adjustments on the main control panel, jotting the changes on the printout. He stayed focused throughout the procedure, running his own version of the test, adapting it with the modifications he’d made. But as he started to jot notes on his recommended changes, he found himself growing distracted.

 

It wasn’t the first time that day he’d been involved in something and started thinking of Alyssa. Her behavior the previous night was a mystery to him. He’d tried to call her earlier but her secretary informed him she was on appointments and wouldn’t be returning until late afternoon.

 

He knew he’d see her later that evening - - they had dinner reservations at Bettencourte’s, but he couldn’t help worrying over her behavior. She’d been distant last night, vague with her explanations and, when he’d kissed her, seemed anxious to leave. It was almost as if she hadn’t wanted to see him which left him bewildered. Everything had been fine the night before, his first day back in Santa Barbara. The defense summit had kept him away for eight days, but the heat of their reunion had more than made up for that absence. Against his better judgment he started wondering if something had happened while he was gone. He knew she’d been hung up on her age lately which was why he’d come up with the idea of a bracelet in the first place. Now, he was starting to wonder if that obsession didn’t go deeper.

 

Was she growing tired of how frequently he was away on Seaview - - something that had never been an issue before? Did she want someone older, more stable? Someone who didn’t disappear for days and weeks at a time, crisscrossing the globe. Or was it possible she just wanted someone closer to her own age who could appreciate the same life experiences she’d had?

 

He ground his teeth in frustration.

 

Had she met someone else?

 

The thought punched a hole in his gut. He wasn’t too proud to admit he was in love with her. More than once he’d found himself thinking she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. So how was it possible they’d gone from making love in her Jacuzzi two nights ago to barely speaking last night?

 

“Lee, you down there?”

 

He gave a self-conscious jerk when Chip’s voice drifted down the ladder, snapping him from his thoughts. A quick clatter of descending footsteps followed as his executive officer joined him in the belly of the sub. 

 

“The admiral said you were running diagnostics.” Chip dropped into the co-pilot’s seat with a grin. “Progress?”

 

“Plenty.” If he didn’t count the mental detour he’d taken. Shuffling aside his distraction, he refocused on Chip. Although they’d both been at the Institute early, conflicting schedules had kept them occupied most of the day. As a result, he’d barely had a chance to say hello. Studying his friend now, he noticed a marked difference. “You look a lot less rattled than yesterday.”

 

“Yeah, well I took your advice and spent the night with a beautiful woman.”

 

Lee looked at him skeptically. “That was my advice?”

 

“Not in so many words.” Leaning back in his chair, Chip laced his hands across his stomach, inordinately content. “But then Alyssa showed up at your place and I knew where your evening was headed.”

 

“Oh.” Lee frowned.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“Nothing.” He wasn’t about to discuss what a let-down last night had been. “So who was she . . . the woman who made you forget about your semi-permanent house guest?”

 

“You’re not going to believe me if I tell you.” He flashed a smug smile. “Nicole Rook.”

 

“What?” Lee was certain he’d heard wrong. Nicole was certainly beautiful and available, and she was only forty-two, but somehow she seemed all wrong for his perpetually bachelor-minded friend. Not to mention she was Ginny’s older sister and he still hadn’t quite gotten used to having her around. Shoving his clipboard aside, he sat forward. “Chip, are you trying to tell me you and Nic…”

 

Chip laughed. “How did I know your mind was headed directly to the gutter, Captain Crane?”

 

“Well then you explain what I’m supposed to think!”

 

Chip grinned, enjoying himself. “I’m yanking your chain, buddy. I was headed home from your place last night when I stumbled over her T-bird on the side of the road. She was having engine problems so I helped her out and gave her a lift. By the time we got her car to a garage it was late and we were both hungry so we decided to have dinner together.”

 

Lee still wasn’t ready to relax his guard. “That’s it? No sparks?”

 

Chip spread his hands. “She’s an interesting lady, Lee, but she’s not my type and I’m not hers.”

 

“Then why the Cheshire grin?”

 

“Because she listened to me rattle on about Veronica for two hours, then gave me a woman’s perspective on the whole thing. Believe it or not, it helped. My sister is still acting the part of drama queen, but at least now I have a better understanding of what makes her tick. I owe Nicole big time. Anyone else would have told me to shut up and booted me out after the appetizer arrived. I needed to vent and she let me do it.”

 

Lee relaxed. “Okay, I’ll buy that.” 

 

“Speaking of which - - that’s why I came down here in the first place. Veronica wants to talk to you about Alyssa’s bracelet. I’m meeting her for dinner at Scrimshaw Jack’s and she wanted to know if you could drop by for a few minutes. She said she has some new designs to show you.” 

 

Lee hedged. Scrimshaw Jack’s was a small waterside pub a short drive from N.I.M.R., frequented regularly by Institute personnel and Seaview’s crew. He had dinner reservations with Alyssa at Bettencourte’s but that wasn’t until later in the evening. More than likely, he could grab a beer at Scrimshaw Jack’s, review the new designs with Veronica and still make it to Bettencourte’s without a problem. “What time?”

 

“1600?”

 

“Okay. How about if I just meet you there?” 

 

“Sounds good.” Chip stood and headed for the ladder. “By the way, since I don’t have a steady girlfriend right now I was thinking of taking Ron to the Institute’s Midsummer Celebration - - if I can talk her into it. I thought it might get her mind off Mason and motivate her to rejoin the rest of the world. What do you think?”

 

“Couldn’t hurt.” Lee grinned, amused by his friend’s ongoing fixation with pulling Veronica out of her slump. He’d grown up an only child but imagined the role of big brother to an emotional younger sister wasn’t easy to navigate. A night spent socializing might be just what Veronica needed to put everything back in perspective. And N.I.M.R.’s Midsummer Celebration was always top-notch. Nelson had started it a few years ago after a particularly long and trying cruise to give everyone a break and reward Seaview’s crew for a job well done. After that it had become standing tradition, occurring each June at the time of the summer solstice. Lee had been looking forward to having Alyssa attend with him.

 

He frowned, the thought of Alyssa rekindling his confusion about the previous night. He considered calling her again, just to say hello, then decided to wait until he saw her that evening. 

 

Chip left and he returned to what he was doing, forcing his mind to remain focused for the rest of the day. When 1600 hours rolled around, he headed to Scrimshaw Jack’s, leaving his Cobra parked in the lot.

 

Chip and Veronica were already there when he arrived, having found a corner booth in the back of the pub. Chip flagged him down and he slid into a seat beside Veronica, giving her a brotherly hug. “You look great, Ronnie.”

 

It was true. A bit thinner than usual, Veronica Morton was still extremely pretty, what Riley would have called a “knockout.” Straight honey-blonde hair, clear blue eyes and a smattering of freckles across her nose made her seem even younger than her twenty-five years.

 

“I knew there was a reason I always had a crush on you.” Veronica grinned and kissed his cheek. “All Chip ever tells me is to clean up my dishes in the sink and to stop mixing up his shampoo with my Herbal Essence. How can you stand working with such a stick-in-the-mud?”

 

Chip rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t a stick-in-the-mud when you wanted a place to crash for a few days. Which, by the way, has gone on a lot longer.”

 

“You love having me around.” Veronica scrunched her nose and stuck out her tongue.

 

Lee laughed, knowing they were teasing, finding the sibling byplay amusing to watch. “Okay, before you two come to blows . . . Veronica, I hear you have some new designs to show me.”

 

“Oh! Yeah.” She dug into a huge leather satchel she’d sandwiched against the wall and pulled out a handful of papers and a few photographs. “Look at these . . .”

 

There was no rhyme or reason that Lee could see. Just a collection of drawings, some beautifully rendered in detail, others a quick sketch-work of lines. All were attractive in their own right but still not what he was looking for. As he sorted through the images and Veronica pointed out the ones she liked best, the waitress arrived to take their orders. Lee stuck with a beer while Veronica and Chip ordered dinner. 

 

“What’s this?” At the bottom of the stack was a single black and white photograph of a silver locket. The cover had been engraved with a detailed rendering of a crescent moon eclipsed by a rising sun.

 

“Let me see.” Veronica leaned over his shoulder to peer at the photograph. “Oh . . . that’s a piece I purchased from a private collection on my last trip to Portland. Beautiful, isn’t it? Sterling silver and the sun and moon represent eternal love. See?” She traced her finger over the interlocking curves. “Male and female. The person I bought it from said it once belonged to the wife of a lightship captain. He gave it to her to remember him by while he was stationed at sea.”

 

“Lightship?” Lee looked at her askance, then back at the photograph. The detailing was remarkable. He was sure she had no idea he had an ongoing fascination with lightships, but couldn’t help feeling staggered by the coincidence. For years, he’d collected everything he could related to the surface ships, an admittedly odd fixation for the captain of a nuclear submarine. To hear that the locket had once belonged to the wife of the captain of a light vessel . . .

“I believe the captain’s name was Jonah Ruckerman,” Veronica continued, staring at the photograph. “No that’s not right.” Her brow creased in a frown. “Joshua. That was it - - Captain Joshua Ruckerman of the lightship Flying Reef.”

 

“Ruckerman?” Lee tightened his grip on the photo in hopes of quelling the reactionary tremor in his hands. Last Christmas, the admiral had given him the captain’s log from the Flying Reef as a gift. Decommissioned over 45 years ago after a gale force wind dragged her off station and she foundered on the rocks, the lightship had a short term of service, but it was one Lee was intimately familiar with. He’d known it had been no easy feat for Nelson to find and purchase a maritime artifact of such rare value and had been amazed at the effort his friend had invested in tracking down the gift. 

 

“Flying Reef?” Chip knew all about his obsession. “Hey, Lee, isn’t that the lightship from that captain’s log Nelson got you last Christmas?”

 

He nodded, his head spinning. What were the odds he possessed Joshua Ruckerman’s log and was looking at a photograph of a locket the captain had purchased for his wife? “Is it inscribed?” he asked with a nod for the photo.

 

“No.” Veronica shrugged. “Maybe he didn’t have time for an inscription or maybe he just believed the etching on the cover was enough to profess his love.” She drew back slightly to study him, keying in on his interest. “It could certainly be inscribed if you were interested, but I thought you wanted a bracelet?”

 

“I did.” He traced his fingertips over the photograph. “Now I’m not so sure.” It was just the type of sentimental romantic piece Alyssa would love, and it said everything he wanted to profess. More, it had belonged to Ruckerman, the captain of a light vessel he was already connected to. He didn’t believe in cosmic mumbo-jumbo and his views on destiny were skewed, but even he would be hard pressed to deny there wasn’t some outside force at play. “How long would it take you to get it?”

 

Veronica blinked. “I can have Mom overnight it. She’s been helping me out in the shop. If you like it, I can get it engraved for you up here.”

 

“No. I don’t need to see it. Just have the inside cover engraved and ship it. I want it to say ‘Forever, Lee.’”

 

Chip gave a low whistle. “That’s one heck of long-term commitment, buddy.”

 

“Exactly.” He had no qualms about it. In all likelihood, he’d be buying Alyssa a ring in the future, he just didn’t want to scare her off before she was ready. “Forget the bracelet,” he told Veronica. “The locket is perfect.”

 

Chip rolled his eyes. “I’m not sure I can stomach this mush. While you two work out the details, I’m going to talk to O’Brien. He’s over by the bar and I seem to remember he owes me a drink for that bet he lost about Seaview’s choke point last cruise.”

“Yeah, okay.” Lee gave an absent nod, only half listening, his attention riveted on the photograph. His head was still reeling from the coincidence it had once belonged to Ruckerman. Seconds after Chip left, he heard Veronica sniffle.

 

“You must really love her, don’t you - - Alyssa, I mean?” She measured him with bright, unblinking eyes. “I think it’s extraordinary you want to do something so special for her.” Fighting tears, she dug in her purse for a tissue. Head bowed, she rummaged through her beige handbag, a curtain of hair spilling forward to hide her face. “Mason used to do things like that for me . . . buy me flowers and compose songs on his guitar. He had the most beautiful voice.” A sob caught in her throat.

 

“Ronnie?” He wasn’t prepared to have an emotional female on his hands but knew she was a step shy of cracking. “Are you all right?”

 

“No, I’m not all right. I hate that man, and I hate what he did to me!” She bowed her head, sobbing in earnest as fat tears spilled over her lashes. “Why’d he have to hurt me, Lee? Why?”

 

Because he was a jerk who obviously needed to have his ass kicked from Sedona to Portland. 

 

Lee wrapped an arm around her shoulders, hugging her close. “Because he was an idiot. He didn’t know how good he had it. I promise it will get better.” He kissed her temple, hugging her against him. She melted in his embrace, burying her face against his neck. “Ssh,” he coaxed, rubbing her back. She seemed unconcerned that she broke down in a public place, focused only on Mason and how much he’d hurt her. It took him a few minutes but eventually he got her quieted down, her tears dwindling to sniffles. By that time Chip returned and Veronica collected herself, apologizing for her behavior.

 

“It’s all right.” Lee thumbed tears from her cheeks. “You need to forget about this guy and move ahead with your life. You’ve wasted enough time, Ron. You deserve better.”

 

“Do you think so?” she asked earnestly, her eyes large and doe-like. 

 

“I know so.” He cupped her cheek and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. 

 

Still fighting tears, she managed a watery smile. “You always have a way of making me feel good, Lee.”

 

Chip huffed out a breath. “What about me? I’ve been telling you the same thing every day for the last week. Don’t I get any credit?”

 

Veronica shot him a glance, only then noticing he’d returned to the table. “Of course you do. You’re my brother. And if you really want to score points, you’ll go find our waitress and cancel my burger order and get me a salad. I think Lee’s right and I need to start living life again.”

 

“What’s that have to do with burgers?”

 

“Because, Charles,” she rolled her eyes as if the answer were painstakingly obvious to anyone with half a brain. “I need to start watching my figure again. All that Rocky Road ice cream you keep in the freezer is getting tossed as soon as we get home.”

 

“Wait a minute! That’s my freezer and my ice cream. And unlike some people, I’m perfectly content with my love life.”

 

“What love life?” Veronica challenged.

 

Lee laughed, fully aware the two were settling in for a haggling session. It was his cue to leave. He motioned goodbye and slid from the booth, uncertain if either really saw him exit. 

 

Which was just as well because he had his own love life to pursue.

 

***********

 

Alyssa carried the stigma of the night into the next day, the hurt she felt burrowing deeper with each passing hour. She had several appointments that took her out of the office, but the bulk of her day was spent behind her desk. Even so, she instructed her secretary to tell Lee she was out in the event he called. She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, remembering how caring he’d been when he’d kissed her last night, but every time she remembered his passion, she thought of the conversation she’d overheard:

 

I don’t know how to tell her I’m unhappy. I think I should end things.

 

She’d tried to forget the hurtful words. She’d even had lunch with Sebastian Graham, reminiscing about the old days and sharing stories of mutual friends. But even that diversion, as pleasant as it was, couldn’t keep her mind off Lee for long.

 

She wasn’t sure how she was going to face him at Bettencourte’s. Originally, she’d thought she could go on pretending, waiting for the shoe to fall, but now realized she couldn’t remain in a relationship that was a lie. Unable to focus on much of anything, she finally abandoned the effort late in the day and headed for the Institute, intent on seeing him. She was almost there, driving by Scrimshaw Jack’s, when she spied his Cobra in the parking lot. The sporty convertible coupe was hard to miss, its distinctive pimento-red paint making it stand out from the plainer vehicles around it. Knowing the small pub was a regular haunt for most of Seaview’s crew, she parked her Jag and headed for the door. Inside, she scanned the tables until she spied him seated at a booth to the rear.

 

Just that quickly, her heart plummeted to her stomach.  

 

He was turned away from her but there was no mistaking it was Lee. He had his arms wrapped around a young blonde as she cuddled against his neck. She felt a flash-fire surge of anger, followed almost immediately by a crushing wave of hurt. Blinded by tears, she spun on her heel and fled toward the parking lot. It took her two hours of driving aimlessly before she’d pulled herself together enough to think semi-rationally. When the pain had dwindled to a brutal ache, she found herself on the doorstep of the one person she knew would listen without judgment.

 

Sniffling, she rang the doorbell. A minute later, the heavy wooden barrier was drawn inward.

 

“Ali?” Harriman Nelson gaped in surprise.

 

Fully aware her mascara had smeared down her face, Alyssa threw herself into Harry’s arms. “I didn’t know where else to turn,” she sobbed. “Oh, Harry! It’s Lee - - he’s in love with someone else!”

 

**********

 

Harriman Nelson paced, not quite sure what to make of the emotional female camped out on his sofa. He was used to seeing Alyssa poised and self-assured no matter the circumstances. But the woman who had kicked off her shoes and curled her legs on the couch, hugging a pillow against her stomach as she fought an ongoing battle against tears was not the Alison Hagan he’d shared three years of matrimony with. Granted several decades had passed and “Ali,” as he’d known her, had become “Alyssa,” the international toast of the modeling world. Her career was synonymous with fashion and glamour, her reputation and achievements legendary in her field. Photographers and reporters flocked around her like lapdogs, and she’d long been a favorite of the jet set, even if that romance had dimmed a bit since her relationship with Lee took center stage. Still, through it all, she’d always had poise and presence.

 

Harry shook his head, taking a swig of Scotch and soda from a highball glass. The drink he’d made Alyssa to calm her nerves remained untouched on the coffee table. “Look, Ali. I know Lee, and I’m telling you he’s in love with you.”

 

“You didn’t hear him.” She pressed a wadded up tissue against her lips. “Yesterday when I came home, he was talking to Chip on the deck. I heard him.”

 

Harry stopped his pacing. “Heard what?”

 

“Heard him say horrible  . . . ” Her voice caught on a sob. “. . . said he was unhappy . . . that things weren’t working out the way he planned and that he thought he should end things.”

 

Harry blinked. “Lee said that?”

 

“Yes! And then just a short while ago I saw his car at Scrimshaw Jack’s. When I went inside he had some young blonde thing plastered against him. They were both wrapped in each other’s arms.” She shook her head, turning away to muffle a sob against the tissue. “He should have just told me. He should have been honest. I’m such an idiot.” She bowed her head, crying into her hand. “I was stupid to think it could ever work.”

 

“Ali, don’t.” Bewildered, Harry moved to the sofa and took her into his arms. He didn’t think he’d ever been so wrong about anything in his life. He would have sworn Lee Crane wasn’t that far removed from considering marriage. To hear he’d been with another woman just didn’t make sense. Then again, Lee had been oddly distracted when they’d talked in Harry’s office earlier that day. Was it possible he’d begun to rethink his relationship with Alyssa? 

 

“There has to be a reasonable explanation,” he insisted.

 

“Of course there is!” She folded against him. “I’m sixteen years older than he is, and he’s decided he’d rather have some pixie-like blonde in his bed. Oh, Harry…” She fisted her hand in his shirt and buried her face against his chest. “Why’d I have to go and fall in love with him? It would have been so much easier if it were just about sex.”

 

He still wasn’t sold on the whole thing. “Ali, are you sure Lee…”

 

“Yes!” she wailed. “I saw him with that woman!” She wiped a finger under her eyes, trying to compose herself. Her mouth twisted as she fought to forge ahead. “If he wants to play games, I can play too. I’m not going to let on I know anything about it.”

 

Harry felt a stab of misgiving. “Then what are you going to do?”

 

“What I should have done a long time ago - - tell him he’s too young for me. I’m going to break up with him.” She sat up and pulled away, looking at him earnestly. “Promise me you won’t tell him I know. Promise me you won’t say anything.”

 

“Ali…”

 

“Harry, this is important to me.” The watery tremor was gone from her voice, replaced by grim determination. Her gaze had turned steely, her expression hard. She wasn’t quite the Ali he remembered, but she’d regained her composure, replacing poise with resolve. 

 

He looked at her levelly. “You do understand how important Lee Crane is to me?”

 

“Of course. Which is why you need to stay out of this. As far as you’re concerned, I was never here and we never had this discussion. Agreed?”

 

He sighed. “Agreed.” He had a strange feeling he was going to regret the promise.

 

*********

 

Nicole couldn’t decide if it was presumptuous of her to drop in on Harry unannounced. They certainly weren’t a couple but they’d shared a few dates and exchanged kisses worthy of lingering daydreams. In her mind that had opened the door. She was looking forward to seeing him, but didn’t want to appear too eager. For all intents and purposes he was her boss, at least for the time being and he was also . . . well, Admiral Harriman Nelson. The man was complicated, brilliant, and entirely out of her league. She wasn’t inexperienced in romance, and she certainly held her own with him in scientific debates, but he had a habit of looking at her in a way that made her go weak in the knees.

 

She’d actually been on her way to see him the previous night when her car had decided to go belly up on the side of the road. Thankfully, Chip Morton had stopped to help her, but between arranging for a tow and getting the vehicle to a garage it had been too late for a house call. Instead, she’d grabbed dinner with Chip which turned out to be surprisingly pleasant. She’d known Chip was Lee Crane’s closest friend, but other than interacting with him on a professional level, she’d never really taken the time to chat. She remembered his name from the days when Lee had been dating Ginny but had never met him before contracting with N.I.M.R.

 

He’d obviously needed someone to vent to regarding his younger sister and houseguest, and she’d lent a sympathetic ear, learning a lot about him in the process. She decided he could turn out to be a good friend, though they’d both been careful to avoid discussing Lee. She still wasn’t entirely comfortable with Crane while it was clear Chip was 100% loyal. As a result, it had been easier to sidestep any mention of Seaview’s captain. She hadn’t gotten to see Harry but the night had still been pleasant.

 

Now, in a Ford Galaxy loaner, she drove the back roads to Harry’s gated home. She wondered if she should have called first, then decided it was too late for second thoughts. She was already committed to the trip. When she arrived, she spied an unfamiliar white Jaguar at the top of the winding driveway. Deciding he had company, she slowed on the road, debating about continuing past. That was when the door opened, and she saw him step onto the porch with a slender auburn-haired woman. The two stood for a moment facing each other, hands linked together, quietly talking. Then the woman dipped her head and Harry wrapped her in his arms, hugging her close. He kissed her lightly, cradling her head against his shoulder.

 

Nicole’s mouth dropped. “Damn him!”

 

She should have known! A man as famous and gifted as Admiral Harriman Nelson probably had several women on a string. He was nothing more than a player, wanting to add spice and variety to his regular harem. Either that or their nighttime stroll on the beach had meant nothing to him. Biting down on her lip, she pressed on the accelerator, shooting past. She didn’t care if he saw or not. In the loaner car, he’d have no clue who she was, thinking she was just a random motorist.   

 

She certainly couldn’t compete with the stunning woman he’d held wrapped in his arms. A man like Harry could have anyone he wanted. She was a workaholic marine biologist with the reputation of a crackpot. He’d once been married to a world-famous fashion model. Who was she kidding? Judging by the woman in his arms, he still favored glamour when it came to his relationships. She considered it extravagant if she took the time to catch her hair up in a braid. Most comfortable in jeans and canvas deck shoes, it had been a luxury to dress up in heels and a cocktail dress when he’d taken her to the symphony.

 

I’m so stupid. So gullible.

 

It wasn’t going to happen again. He could keep the red-headed beauty queen, and she’d keep to herself.

 

At the very least, she intended to stay far away from Admiral Harriman Nelson.

 

**********

 

Lee glanced at his watch for the umpteenth time. It was growing harder to ignore the prickling nerve of worry that told him something had happened to Alyssa.

 

He’d stopped by her condo as planned to pick her up for dinner, but she’d never showed. Thinking she might have run late at the agency, he headed for Bettencourte’s where he’d been waiting for the last hour. He’d attempted several phone calls to her office, her home, even his home, but all he got was the usual answering services. It was now after nine o’clock and his frustration was starting to veer into worry mode. Had she been in an accident? Was she in a hospital?

 

Unable to stand it any longer he jotted a brief note in the event she did show up, left it with the Matrie’D, then headed to his car. He went to her condo first but her Jag was conspicuously absent. Using his key, he let himself into the house, finding it as empty as when he’d stopped there earlier. He called her agency for the sixth time that night and got the same pre-recorded message:  You have reached the office of the Halston Agency, Inc. We are presently closed. Our normal business hours are…-

 

Impatiently, he slammed the receiver down and bolted for the door. It was a twenty minute drive from her condo to his home but he kept his foot pressed to the accelerator and made it in thirteen. He saw the Jag the moment he pulled into the driveway and felt his heart unclench from his throat.

 

“Thank God!” He was inside in a matter of seconds, leaving the door to the house yawning open behind him. “Alyssa?” In short order, he covered the downstairs and the deck. “Alyssa!”

 

When he got no answer, he bolted for the rear staircase, taking the steps two at a time. He found her in the master bedroom folding clothes into a suitcase, open on the bed. Judging by her appearance, she’d been crying.

 

“Alyssa.” Lee didn’t know if he should be relieved, angry or concerned. When their eyes met, he felt a wrenching combination of all three. “What are you doing? I’ve been waiting at Bettencourte’s for the last hour.” A raw nerve of warning blundered awake, screaming something was horribly wrong. His eyes fell to the suitcase. “Why are you packing?”

 

She’d definitely been crying.

 

“Because.” Her voice was broken, riddled with grief. “I’ve come to the conclusion it isn’t going to work.”

 

“What isn’t going to work?” He knew. Damn it all to hell, he knew where she was headed and told himself it had to be a bad dream. He loved her as he’d never loved another woman in his life.

 

“You. Me. Us!” She shook a silk bathrobe in his direction then threw it into the case, not bothering to fold it. Her eyes were bright with tears. Turning away, she grabbed a handful of items from the dresser and recklessly tossed them on top of the robe - - makeup, jewelry, a boar bristle hairbrush. “I was an idiot to think we had a future together. It was fun while it lasted, Lee, but it’s over.”

 

He felt like he’d been punched in the gut. “Alyssa, don’t do this.” He didn’t understand what could have happened to send her plummeting off the deep end. He should have insisted she talk to him last night when he’d first noticed something wrong. “Slow down and listen to yourself. This is crazy.” He spread his hands in frustration. “I love you.”

 

“Do you?” She choked on a bitter laugh, her glance cutting and sharp. “Do you really? Well, it’s not enough, Lee. You’re too young. You always were, and there’s no changing that. I’ve decided I need someone my own age.”

 

“I don’t believe you.” Angry now, he gripped her arms. “Two nights ago you couldn’t keep your hands off me. Something happened between then and now and I want to know what it is.”

 

“I told you.” She wrenched free, pivoting to slam the suitcase shut. “Why can’t you just accept the fact our relationship isn’t going to work?”

 

“Because up until last night everything was fine.”

 

“Everything was not fine.”

 

“I know you love me, Alyssa. Unless I’m a horrible judge of character, there’s something else you’re not telling me.”

 

“I shouldn’t have to!” Her explosion was immediate and defiant. Furious, she turned away, folding her arms over her chest. Seconds dragged as a thick silence engulfed then. After a time, she drew a breath, fighting for poise, her posture riddled with tension. “I couldn’t fit everything in the suitcase,” she said quietly. “I’ll come back later in the week for the rest of my things.”

 

Lee felt himself deflate. It was like living a nightmare, some ugly reality where nothing made sense. He’d finally found the woman he considered his soul-mate, and she was walking out of his life. The last thing he would force her to do was stay against her will. 

 

He nodded, sick inside. “I won’t try to convince you to stay if this is what you want . . . if you really want to end things.”

 

She made a strangled sound, pressing her fingertips to her mouth. He stepped behind her and slid his hands onto her shoulders. She trembled at his touch, their bodies so close he could feel the friction of air between them. 

 

“But I’m not going to give up on us either, Alyssa. I love you too much for that.” Gently, he turned her around. She didn’t resist when he hooked a knuckle under her chin and tilted her lips up toward his. He kissed her lightly, wanting to remember the taste and softness of her mouth, the press of her body. He felt the wetness of tears on his cheek and knew she was crying. The moment the kiss ended, she pushed away from him, grabbed her suitcase, and fled the house. He never moved from the bedroom, standing in a daze as he heard the squeal of her tires in the driveway. The car roared down the street and faded into the distance.

 

Lee sat on the edge of the bed and dropped his head into his hands.

 

**********

 

Chip wasn’t really sure what to make of his newfound friendship with Nicole Rook. Granted, they’d had a great dinner the other night, but he hadn’t expected to find himself in the role of confessor to the love-struck marine biologist. He already had his hands full with Veronica. The last thing he needed was learning the admittedly shocking news that Nicole and Nelson were an item. Or so Nicole had thought. Until she spied their admiral with another woman. And because there were very few people she knew at the Institute, and because they’d formed a quasi bond the other night, she’d decided he was going to be the one she unloaded on.

 

“You were kind enough to share your sister’s problems with me,” she said when she arrived that morning in his office. “I thought maybe you wouldn’t mind listening to mine.”

 

And so Chip had sat through learning about the symphony date, the nighttime stroll on the beach and a few promising kisses, all the while managing to be sympathetic and worrying how he was going to pretend ignorance around Lee. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe Nelson really was playing with Nicole’s affections, but it didn’t seem like something the admiral would do.

 

“And then I saw him standing there . . . with this other woman in his arms,” Nicole said, one shoulder propped against the wall as she stared out the window. “And he kissed her.” She shook her head. “I feel like such a dolt. I don’t know why I even thought he’d be interested in me. It’s just that when he kissed me…”

 

“Uh, look Nicole…” Chip really didn’t want to hear about the way Nelson kissed. “Maybe you just misinterpreted the whole thing.” He pushed from his desk and walked over to the window to join her.

 

She rolled her eyes. “It’s pretty hard to misinterpret a kiss. It’s obvious he was just passing time with me until the next best thing came along. What irks me is that I can’t tell him how I really feel. This project is too important. If it weren’t for that, I’d tell him where he can stuff his damn contract.”

 

Chip exhaled. How the hell did he get himself into these situations? “I’m just saying I think you should let him explain.”

 

“Explain what? He’s the boss. He owns N.I.M.R. There’s no commitment between us. A few kisses and two dates do not a relationship make. I was such an idiot for even caring about him.”

 

“If you want . . . I could talk to him.” He didn’t know why he offered. Maybe he was a glutton for punishment. Maybe he just had a hard time turning away a distraught female. Might as well execute him now and get it over with. He needed to have his fool head examined. Talking to Nelson about his love life would get him keelhauled or chopped up for shark bait. 

 

“You’re sweet, Chip, but I wouldn’t put you in that situation.” 

 

Thank God.

 

She took a step forward, laying a palm on his chest, pushing on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek. His hands went to her waist automatically, holding her there to steady her balance. And it was at that precise moment the door to his office opened and Harriman Nelson stepped inside.

 

Chip groaned.

 

“Sir, this isn’t what you think.”

 

*********

 

“I don’t know which of us was more shocked.” Chip shook his head and took a swig of his Coors. After a disastrous day, he’d coerced Lee into grabbing a beer at Scrimshaw Jack’s. Once again their schedules had kept them going in different directions, and they’d barely managed a hello. Chip was sure Lee would have had after-work plans with Alyssa, but his friend consented to the beer without objection. He’d had to spill the beans about Nicole and Nelson but Lee hadn’t reacted as expected, oddly preoccupied.

 

Barely noticing, Chip continued between swallows of his draft. “So for the rest of the day, I get the admiral’s wrath. I think he actually believes there’s something going on between me and Nicole. And like a typical woman, she breezes past him, letting him think the worst while I’m standing there trying to explain it isn’t what it looks like.”

 

“So what did Nelson do?”

 

“Nothing. He left without a word, but within half an hour I start getting crap dumped on me. Shit work. And any time I see him in the hallway, he has a parting shot:  ‘Not all of us have time for extra curricular activities, Mister Morton.’” He deepened his voice in imitation of Nelson. “Or  . . .‘From now on, do your kissing off the clock.’”

 

Lee grinned. “I guess he really is smitten with Nicole.”

 

“Good for him, but what about me?” Disgusted, Chip slumped back in the booth. “Since when did it become my lot in life to be Mister Lonely Hearts? First Veronica, now Nicole and Nelson. I’ll tell you Lee, if it weren’t for you and Alyssa, I’d lose all faith in healthy relationships.”

 

Self-conscious, Lee dropped his eyes. He didn’t say a word but in that single heartbeat, Chip knew something was wrong. For the first time that day, no longer focused on his own problems, he realized Lee looked haggard as though he hadn’t slept, or slept well. Instinct dredged a hole through his gut.

 

“What happened?”

 

“She broke up with me.”

 

“What?” Chip’s world shifted out of focus like a TV channel going haywire. “That’s impossible. This is the same woman you were pledging ‘forever’ to just yesterday.”

 

Lee gave a resigned shrug. Still looking down, he picked at the label on his Michelob. “She said she wants a relationship with someone her own age, that I’m too young.”

 

“Bullshit. Alyssa’s in love with you, I’d stake my life on it.”

 

“Then you explain it.”

 

“I can’t. Damn, Lee, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be rattling off at the mouth about my problems when you…”

 

“Don’t worry about it. If it’s meant to be, it’ll work out. If not  . . .” He shrugged again.

 

The blasé attitude didn’t fly with Chip. He’d learned long ago the only way to accurately measure what Lee was feeling was to gauge the expression in his eyes. On the job, as captain, he was poised and controlled, but away from the demands of Seaview and the Institute, he was far easier to read. Right now what Chip saw reflected in his gaze was the bitter pain of heartache.

 

“Did you at least try to call her today?”

 

“Yeah. But she won’t talk to me. I sent her a dozen roses too. Given her attitude last night, she probably dumped them in the trash.”

 

“This stinks.” Chip stared openly, stunned. Lee had been through several serious relationships in the eighteen years they’d known one another, but Chip would have wagered money Alyssa Halston was ‘the one.’ How did a man who detested the spotlight adjust to the scrutiny of the press, live with the knowledge he was in love with his boss’s ex-wife, then just give up when told he was too young? “What if I talk to her?”

 

Lee frowned. “Oh, that’ll work.” He took a swig of beer. “Stay out of it, Chip. Besides, I thought you were sick of getting stuck in the middle all the time?”

 

“I was talking about Veronica and Mason, and Nicole and Nelson. One couple has no business being together and the other I’m not even sure really is a couple. You and Alyssa are different. I thought I’d get to play best man someday.”

 

Lee grimaced. “She doesn’t want anything to do with me, Chip. I can’t change that.” He shoved his beer away. “I’m not really up for this tonight. I think I’ll just head home. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

 

“Yeah, sure.” Chip watched him go, still reeling from the news. Lee had suffered heartbreak before and gotten over it, but he wasn’t so sure his friend would bounce back this time. Usually, when a relationship ended, Lee was ready to move on. The bulk of the time, he was even the one to do the ‘ending.’

 

Hopefully, distance and perspective would help.  

 

Seaview was headed out again in two days for a short overnight cruise. Hopefully, by the time the sub returned, Alyssa would be more open to talking to Lee.

 

Chip shook his head, taking another swig of beer. He’d be sailing with a ticked-off admiral and a melancholy captain. By the time they returned, Chip and the crew would be in dire need of Nelson’s Midsummer Celebration.

 

**********

 

Alyssa waited until she knew Lee was gone on Seaview before returning to his beach house for the remainder of her clothing and personal items. She’d been basically worthless the last two days, unfocused at the office, spending the bulk of her nights in tears. She’d told herself she was through crying, but the roses hadn’t helped - - white because he knew they were her favorite. Why would a man who was cheating with another woman, who’d told his best friend he was “unhappy” and wanted to end his relationship, take the trouble to send her flowers? 

 

Was it ego? Was he having a hard time swallowing the break-up because he’d wanted to be the one to end things? Or did he merely want the best of both worlds - - a stable romance with a “status” girlfriend for public consumption and a hot affair with someone young and gullible behind closed doors?

 

Even as she thought the worst, Alyssa knew Lee wasn’t capable of anything so deceitful. Not the Lee she’d known and fallen in love with. That Lee would send her flowers. Her captain was romantic, thoughtful and chivalrous, which made his behavior and the discussion she’d overhead with Chip all the more baffling.

 

In the end, none of it mattered. She couldn’t live with the mystery anymore than she could deceit.

 

Using her key, she let herself into his beach house and took the front staircase to the master bedroom. Normally extremely neat, she saw a few stray signs that indicated he wasn’t himself ... a pair of jeans carelessly dropped over a chair instead of folded and tucked in a drawer; a tie left on the dresser; one of his uniform shirts rumpled in a ball and dumped at the foot of the bed.

 

Instinctively, she picked it up to shake it out, bowing her face to the fabric. His scent engulfed her, the familiar trace of his aftershave bringing a hot flood of tears. It was impossible to forget him. Impossible to pretend she didn’t love him and wouldn’t go on loving him forever. 

 

Her eyes caught a framed photograph on the dresser. Lee was in uniform, standing behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist as he leaned forward over her shoulder. She had her face turned and tilted up toward his, both of them smiling into each other’s eyes. She could still remember when Kowalski had snapped the picture. Seaview had been gone for over two-weeks and it had felt like heaven when he’d returned. She’d gone to the dock to meet the boat, and the Officer of the Deck had allowed her on board just as Lee was exiting. Kowalski had been fiddling with one of the Institute’s cameras and snapped the picture while they were still on Seaview’s deck. They hadn’t even known it at the time until Ski had the film developed and gave Lee the 8” x 10” color enlargement.

 

She’d been so happy that day, realizing for the first time how intricately her life was entwined with his. But all of that had changed now.

 

Sobbing in earnest, she curled up on his bed, clinging to the shirt, hugging it to her body as if in some way she could still hold onto him. 

 

It took a long time for her tears to stop. She didn’t remember falling asleep but woke dazed and disoriented just as dawn marbled the eastern sky with veins of pink. Shaking away her stupor, she gathered up her remaining possessions and hurried to leave. She sealed the key in a plain white envelope and dropped it on his bed, knowing he’d find it in a few hours when Seaview returned to port.

 

Their relationship was officially over.

 

**********

 

Harry felt badly for Lee, but his hands were tied.

 

His captain was clearly depressed, keeping to himself, speaking only when spoken to. Even the crew had noticed something was wrong. Harry had never understood the speed with which scuttlebutt spread, but someone had obviously gotten wind of Lee and Alyssa’s break-up. Before Seaview returned to port, the whole boat knew about it. Hopefully, the press wouldn’t sniff around and decide to turn it into a headline. The last thing Lee needed was to have his private pain made public.

 

Harry was tempted to talk to him, but he’d given his word to Alyssa. What he failed to understand was how Lee could be having an affair with “some young blonde thing” - - as Alyssa described the other woman - - yet react so miserably about the relationship ending. 

 

More, the whole idea of Lee cheating on Ali didn’t add up. Some things in life simply weren’t debatable: there was nothing like homemade chicken soup for a cold, taxes were an inescapable reality, and Lee Crane would never two-time the woman he loved. 

 

Harry had no doubt Lee loved Alyssa. Since he couldn’t talk to Lee, he decided to call his ex. 

 

He waited until the boat returned to port and he was at the Institute. His annual Midsummer Celebration was scheduled in a few days, and the crew was looking forward to it even if morale had taken a moderate nosedive. He’d have to say something to Lee . . . make sure his captain understood how his attitude carried over to the crew. Lee was not only respected by the men under him but also well-liked. His young age and easy-going command style made him naturally approachable. If the skipper of the boat was in a funk, the men felt it too. They tended to be protective of Lee. Harry had already overheard a few less than flattering remarks about Alyssa’s conduct.

 

‘Probably decided she wants some rich Hollywood moneybags, our captain’s not good enough for her.’ And . . .  ‘Skipper’s better off without her. At least now he doesn’t have to worry about his picture showing up in some sleazy supermarket tabloid.’

 

Harry sighed, sliding into the chair behind his desk. Nothing was ever easy. 

 

He shook a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and fished for his lighter. Thinking about Lee and Ali was less painful than dwelling on Nicole Rook’s sudden interest in Chip Morton. He’d intended to ask her to the Midsummer Celebration, but she clearly had designs on Seaview’s executive officer. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t noticed before. If he were honest, it made perfect sense. Chip was young, only a little older than Lee, tall, blond-haired and blue-eyed - - the kind of man a woman naturally swooned over. Even a radical-thinking, science-minded woman like Nicole. He’d just assumed that stroll on the beach had meant something to her.

 

Irritated, he took a drag on the cigarette then quickly stubbed it out in a glass ashtray. He’d think about Nicole later. First there was Lee and Alyssa, and finding a way to get them back together.

 

**********

 

Alyssa waited until she heard Harry’s voice on her answering machine before picking up the receiver. Lee hadn’t bothered calling after that first day, but she continued to screen her calls just in case. She knew she’d probably fall apart if she heard his voice, her resolve crumbling like so much dust. She still hadn’t decided if she was glad or saddened that he hadn’t tried again. Part of her prayed he would keep his distance, while another more emotional part yearned for him to contact her. 

 

“Hi, Harry.” She curled into the corner of the couch as she picked up the receiver. Late day sunlight streamed through the windows of her condo, tinting the white and gold furnishings with a subtle blush of peach and brass. 

 

“Ali.” He paused briefly. “Screening your calls, I see. Just for the record, you left me with one miserably depressed captain. The cruise was wretched.”

 

“I think you’re exaggerating.” Of course Harry would side with Lee. “Besides . . . why would Lee be upset when this is what he wanted in the first place?”

 

He gave an annoyed grunt. “I say you’re wrong about that. And the blonde. Why don’t you just tell him what you heard and saw?”

 

“Because he’d just deny it. You’re thinking like a man, Harry.” Still, she couldn’t help feel a niggling sliver of doubt. There was no reason for Lee to pretend gloominess on Seaview. He was in his element on the boat. If anything, he could boast to the crew he’d ditched the model and was ready to move on.

 

Except that wasn’t Lee.

 

She bit her lip. “Was there a specific reason for this phone call or did you just want to play intercessor? Did Lee put you up to this?”

 

“No.”

 

She almost wished he had.

 

“And I’m not playing intercessor. Look, Ali - - believe it or not, I was calling about something unrelated to your love life. I wanted to remind you about the Institute’s Midsummer Celebration.”

 

“You mean I’m still invited? I was coming as Lee’s guest.”

 

“Of course you’re still invited.” Harry’s voice grew blustery. “Do you think Lee’s the only one who cares about you?”

 

That earned a warm smile. “But he’ll be there.” 

 

“Guaranteed. But it’s a large ballroom. There won’t be chalk lines down the center, but you can sit on the opposite side and act like an opposing country.”

 

She ignored his sarcasm. It suddenly hit her that Lee would take the blonde. “Can I bring someone?” 

 

“A guest?”

 

“A date.” Harry didn’t need to know any more than Lee that Sebastian Graham was only a friend. The poor man had already gotten an earful about her love life, the break-up and Lee in general. She’d cried on his shoulder more than once.

 

Harry hedged. “Isn’t that a little like rubbing salt in the wound? Bringing a date?”

 

She felt her hackles rise. Men always stuck together, especially military men. “He’s certainly capable of bringing someone. I’m willing to bet he shows up with the blonde.”

 

Harry sighed. “Ali, haven’t you been listening? The man is miserable. I’m telling you he’s in love with you.”

 

“Did he say that?”

 

“No, he didn’t say that! Blast it, woman, I count myself lucky if he says more than ‘Yes, Sir,’ or ‘No, Sir,’ these days.”

 

Thinking about him brought a spasm of hurt. She wanted to believe he was as depressed as she, but every time she felt her heart softening toward him she remembered the scene in Scrimshaw Jack’s with the pretty blonde plastered to his side. And she heard those awful words he’d said to Chip on the deck after mentioning her name:

 

“I don’t know how to tell her I’m unhappy. I think I should end things.”

 

Swallowing back fresh tears, she kept her voice level. “You didn’t answer my question, Harry. Can I bring a date?”

 

There was a long pause before his sharp reply:  “I didn’t realize you’d rebounded so quickly. I guess it’s just taking Lee a lot longer to move on.”

 

As angry as he sounded, she loved the fact he was so defensive for Lee’s sake. It shouldn’t have mattered but, even if she was no longer a part of Lee’s life, it comforted her to know he had such an extraordinary friend.

 

Unable to answer, she held her tongue, knowing her voice would crack if she tried to speak. She was so tired of crying. She hadn’t even been motivated enough to drag herself into the office earlier and had told her secretary to cancel her appointments. Instead, she’d stayed in bed all day, curled up in cotton pajama bottoms and a camisole, a box of Kleenex on her lap as she stared mindlessly at the TV. It wasn’t until an hour ago that she’d finally forced herself to shower, wash the tears from her face and make dinner. She’d avoided looking into the mirror, hating the puffy bags under her eyes.

 

Harry exhaled noisily into the phone. “Bring your date,” he said gruffly and hung up.

 

She managed a watery smile. If nothing else, her ex-husband was unflinchingly loyal to the man he considered a son.

 

*********

 

“You want me to what?” Chip was uneasy just having Nicole Rook in his office, never knowing when Nelson might barge in, but the suggestion she made had him lurching from his chair and rounding the front of his desk in a heartbeat. He hoped his mouth wasn’t hanging open. “Are you crazy? Nelson will feed me to the sharks!”

 

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” She fluffed off his objection with a backward wave of her hand. “I don’t really know anyone here except you, Lee, and Harry, and now I find I’m expected to attend this Midsummer Celebration. I certainly don’t want to ask Lee, and you know where things stand between me and Harry. That leaves you, Mister Morton.” She eyed him pointedly. “I thought you had a reputation for rescuing damsels in distress. At least that was the impression I had after you told me about your sister.”

 

Veronica. 

 

He’d have to find a date for her too. He’d thought they could go together since he was currently without a significant other, but she wouldn’t want to tag along if he got coerced into taking Nicole. Maybe Lee. If his moody friend had someone to keep his mind off Alyssa, he might actually hold a conversation for a change.

 

But to show up with Nicole Rook on his arm?

 

“Look, Nicole, I don’t think you understand. The admiral doesn’t like the thought of you and me together. He thinks it’s contrary to the natural order of things. And since I happen to enjoy breathing on a regular basis, taking you as my date is not a good idea.”

 

She laughed. “You really are cute.” Settling into the chair in front of his desk, she made herself comfortable. “But don’t worry. I promise I have no designs on you, so your body and your air quality are safe.”

 

“Maybe from you.” Grumbling, Chip shot a nervous glance to the door, fearing Nelson might walk in at any moment. The admiral had stopped dumping mountains of paperwork on him but his icy attitude hadn’t changed. “I really wish you’d straighten things out with Nelson for me. Maybe if you told him we weren’t a couple, he’d actually believe it.”

 

Her eyes dipped and she looked at her hands. Chip noticed an immediate change in her attitude, the cavalier air she’d displayed earlier, abruptly subdued. “I rather like the idea of Harry being a little jealous. You’re forgetting about the red-head he was kissing.”

 

Chip dropped into the chair across from her. “You’re wrong about that. I have no clue who she was, but I think you probably misjudged what you saw.”

 

“Don’t be so patronizing. You can’t misjudge a kiss.”

 

“Maybe. But Nelson has been a bear ever since he walked in on us the other day.”

 

Her lips curled slightly, some of her earlier lightness returning. “You make it sound so clandestine. Like we were doing something scandalous.”

 

“We were,” Chip exploded, growing frustrated. “At least that’s the way the admiral sees it.”

 

She blinked innocently. “So I guess that means you won’t be playing white knight to my damsel-in-distress?”

 

He groaned and bowed his head, rubbing his eyes. Why’d she have to put it that way? And why did he have to get tangled up in Nelson’s love life, of all people? He sighed and slumped in his chair, knowing she’d found his weak spot.

 

“What time should I pick you up?”

 

**********

 

Unable to concentrate, Harry stood and paced to his office window, looking out on the parking lot. It was the third night in a row he’d worked late, the grounds deserted and shrouded with darkness. He’d talked to Nicole a few times since she’d returned from her Tampa conference, but their interactions had been brief, strictly business. Each time she was stiff and correct, calling him ‘Admiral Nelson’ instead of ‘Harry’ which only served to confirm his suspicions she regretted their earlier closeness. What puzzled him was why she simply didn’t come out and admit it rather than skulking around behind his back with Chip.

 

In retrospect, he realized he couldn’t really blame Chip. Seaview’s executive officer had no inkling of his interest. As much as Harry wanted to fault someone, there just wasn’t anyone to blame. He wasn’t about to apologize for his earlier curtness but grudgingly decided to cut Chip some slack.

 

It surprised him just how bothered he was by Nicole’s relationship with the younger man. Women had never been of primary concern in his life. True, there’d been Ali, a union that had made him realize he wasn’t cut out to be someone’s partner. Plenty of other women had followed after, but none with staying power. He’d never cared enough to do the pursuing, more than content to let the relationship run its natural course and end. Seaview, the Institute, his career, they’d always been enough for him. But suddenly he found himself wanting more.

 

He found himself wanting Dr. Nicole Rook. 

 

Damn the woman for being such an infernal thorn in his side! He should have been able to forget her, immerse himself in work and move on. But the more he tried to dismiss her, the more he realized how attracted he was. She’d certainly been responsive on their few dates. Unless he’d misread her completely, something must have changed her perspective while she was on the Leviathan II. As far as he knew she’d had no direct contact with Chip. Either they’d been an item before and she’d been playing him for a fool all along, or the blond-haired man had wasted no time in letting her know he was interested.

 

Agitated, Harry scuffed a hand over the back of his neck and returned to his desk. Paperwork no longer had the solace it once did.

 

He’d be going to the Midsummer Celebration alone.

 

**********

 

Lee sat on the deck of his beach house, listening to the roar of the surf crashing against the sand below. The night sky was clear and cloudless, strung with a glittering array of stars, the breeze warm and gentle from the east. How many times had he sat on the cushioned settee, Alyssa wrapped in his arms, her head tilted back against him as he pointed out the constellations? More than once they’d made a night of it, sharing a bottle of wine, cuddling, talking, stargazing.

 

Now his nights were empty. 

 

He’d tried to call her again when he’d found the key on his bed, but she wouldn’t answer. More than once he’d thought about driving to her condo, but he’d vowed he wouldn’t coerce her into staying with him. If she came back it had to be because she wanted to, not because he’d pressured her into it.

 

Slouching into the settee, he glanced down at the house key cupped in his palm. She’d left it on his bed in a plain white envelope, no note, no explanation. For a time he’d hoped whatever had gone haywire with their relationship could be fixed. But that was before he found the key and had to face the fact she wasn’t coming back . . . that some how, some way, he’d done something horribly wrong to drive her from his life.

 

You’re too young. You always were.

 

He winced. 

 

His age had never bothered her before. He thought back to their first introduction at Lydia Starke’s charity auction . . . how she’d laughed and tilted her head, her gray eyes sparkling like smoked diamonds. He’d always found it easy to recognize when a woman was flirting with him, and there’d been no mistaking the signs. Encouraged, he’d turned on the charm.

 

He’d had no idea who she was then, knew nothing about her career, her fame, or that she’d once been Nelson’s wife. And he’d been just as clueless about her age given she looked a good ten to twelve years younger. What he couldn’t deny was that their chemistry was instant and magnetic. Within fifty minutes, they were having dinner together and by their sixth date they were in bed. He wasn’t really sure who seduced whom, just that by that time they were both eager and ready. Love came later, heartbreak later still.

 

Lee sighed, tightening his fingers over the key, blocking it from sight.

 

Chip had talked him into taking Veronica to Nelson’s Midsummer Celebration, but his heart wasn’t in it. His friend was escorting Nicole Rook and wanted someone to look after Veronica, keeping her mind off Mason. Lee didn’t think he was the best candidate, depressed over a broken love affair himself, but when Veronica got wind of the set-up she’d surprised him by joking they could commiserate together.

 

Initially, he’d looked forward to the evening, thinking Alyssa would be on his arm. She’d even bought a new dress for the occasion, one she’d promised him was guaranteed to make him sit up and take notice. Only now there would be no Alyssa, just an evening of putting in an appearance and going through the motions. With any luck, he could bow out early.

 

If anyone understood his lack of enthusiasm for social interaction, Veronica would.

 

**********

 

Alyssa was impressed with her ex, never realizing Harry knew how to plan such an elaborate party. Most likely Angie had handled the details, but Harry would walk away with the bulk of the accolades.

 

N.I.M.R.’s Midsummer Celebration was held at the swank Regency hotel and, while not a black-tie affair, he’d clearly spared no expense for his crew. Because it was a salutation to the solstice, the ballroom opened to an outside terrace and lavish garden through a full wall of French doors. Piping hot hors d'oeuvres were served inside and out, with drinks available at a patio bar or indoor station. 

 

Although no sit-down meal was planned, there were plenty of linen-covered tables in rounds of eight and the hors d'oeuvres menu amounted to a meal in itself:  plump crab-stuffed mushroom caps, lobster ravioli, spinach artichoke soufflé, filet mignon tips, cordon bleu puffs, mini crabcakes, clams casino, chilled or broiled shrimp . . . the list went on and on. There were even elaborate fruit displays with flavorful yogurt dips, mirrored cheeseboards boasting creamy and sharp varieties, vegetable crudités and several types of fondue, including a chocolate fountain.

 

Over all, the setup was designed to inspire casual dining, mingling and conversation. Groups gathered outside on the terrace or indoors at the linen-covered tables. A band was planned for later in the evening with dancing under the stars. Currently, piped-in music provided a soft, easy melody for those inclined to swirl across the wooden dance floor. Several couples took advantage of the opportunity while others stood watching, drinks in hand or chatting over plates of hors’ devours. Most all of Seaview’s crew was in attendance, along with spouses or guests plus a few personal friends of Harry’s. Laugher and conversation drifted through the room, creating a friendly din.

 

While she’d always been greeted warmly in the past, Alyssa found most of the crew were polite but kept their greetings brief. They were less open with Sebastian, shaking hands but offering little more than a curt hello. She felt badly for putting him in the middle of the situation but he didn’t seem to mind, as protective of her as the crew was of Lee.

 

She’d yet to spy her dark-haired captain but couldn’t help glancing toward the doors each time she spotted an officer’s uniform. Sebastian left to refresh their drinks leaving her with a giddily overly enthusiastic woman who identified herself as Stu Riley’s date and “one of your greatest admirers.” Apparently the woman, who called herself Colette and said she was an aspiring model, couldn’t care less about Alyssa’s break with Seaview’s skipper. Riley had drifted away, but all she was concerned about was having a foot in the door with one of the world’s most famous fashion models.

 

Thankfully, Harry rescued her by interrupting and pulling her aside to the patio entrance. “I should have just let your date save you,” he grumbled with a frown. He spared a glance for the ballroom as if searching. “Where is he anyway?”

 

“Outside.” She remained poised and unfazed, unwilling to admit the girl had been giving her a headache. “Refreshing our drinks.”

 

He grunted, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Damn fool, leaving you alone.” He gave her an appraising glance. “You look gorgeous tonight.”

 

She smiled, hearing the grudging tone in his voice. “Thank you.” She’d taken care with her appearance, choosing a midnight blue cocktail dress purchased specifically for the evening. Its halter top left her arms and shoulders bare, her back open to the waist. A slit on the right side bared her leg to mid thigh and her high-heeled sandals were silver slide-ins with an open toe. She’d taken care to wear her hair loose because she knew it was the way Lee liked it best. Dangling blue topaz earrings were just the right touch to offset her long auburn waves.

 

“You look good too, Harry.”

 

He did. The officers wore their dress khaki uniforms rather than the more formal blues or whites. She’d always thought him a striking man and that impression was only enhanced by his crisply pressed uniform with its gold braid and service decorations.  

 

“The reception I’ve gotten from your crew is definitely chill,” she said with a tight smile. “I suppose I should have expected that. I’m not even sure why I’m here.” Because I want to see Lee. Because all I do day and night is think about him . . . miss him. “I feel badly for Sebastian.”

 

Harry scowled. “So that’s his name.”

 

“I’ll introduce you if you like.”

 

“No thanks.” 

 

“That’s not a very congenial attitude for a host.”

 

He started to say something then stopped abruptly, gazing across the ballroom to the main entrance. Alyssa followed his glance, noting as Chip entered with an attractive brunette. She didn’t recall ever seeing the woman before, but thought she looked fetching in a strapless black sheath, her hair caught up in pearl-encrusted combs. 

 

“I see Chip brought a new date,” she commented.

 

Harry muttered something she didn’t catch and looked away. She had the strangest feeling he was angry, but that anger had absolutely nothing to do with either her or Sebastian. Confused, she studied Chip and the woman. “Who is she?”

 

“No one,” Harry said and immediately began to talk about what a wonderful job Angie had done with the hors d'oeuvres.

 

***********

 

Nicole spied Harry seconds after she and Chip walked into the crowded ballroom. It was almost laughable the way she honed in on him, as if she had some kind of radar that filtered him out from everyone else. 

 

And the woman was there. The absolutely goddess-beautiful-made-her-feel-like-a-crone-by-comparison redhead she’d seen him with before. A part of her had desperately wanted to believe she was wrong . . . that the kiss she’d witnessed had some plausible explanation, but seeing them together squashed all hope. She suddenly wished she were in the lobby, waiting with Lee while Veronica used the ladies room. Better yet, that she’d gone to the ladies room herself. At least then she could lock herself in one of the stalls and cry in private.

 

No, damn it! I will not let him turn me into an emotional female.

 

“See. I told you.” She nodded across the ball room, vindicated to have proof of Harry’s wandering eye. “That’s the redhead I saw him kissing.”

 

Chip followed her glance, but rather than the reaction she expected, he seemed confused. “Her? That’s who all the drama is about?” He shook his head. “Nicole, that’s Alyssa Halston.”

 

She blinked. “The model?”

 

“Yes. Don’t you recognize her?”

 

Of course she didn’t! She lived sequestered in science journals and underwater labs. She knew as much about pop culture as a newborn did about physics. Feeling abruptly foolish, she bit her lip. “His ex-wife?”

 

“Yes. You mean all this time you’ve been jealous of Alyssa?” Chip exhaled in exasperation. “Nelson’s extremely fond of her, but I guarantee there’s nothing romantic between them. Up until eight days ago, Alyssa was practically living with Lee Crane.”

 

She wanted to sink through the floor. “I did hear some gossip around the Institute about that . . . Lee and a model. I just never put the two together.”

 

“So Nelson’s been chewing my head off for nothing?”

 

“I wouldn’t say that exactly.” Her voice lurched up an octave when she realized Harry was headed in their direction. “Quick. Dance with me.”

 

“Wha…”

 

Chip never managed the whole word before she caught his arm and dragged him onto the floor. From the corner of her eye she watched Harry draw closer, his face set in a grim expression.  

 

“You should just kill me,” Chip said, but he put his arms around her, guiding her through a slow dance. “It would be a lot less painful than what Nelson’s going to do to me.”

 

In spite of herself, she grinned. “You really are the perfect white knight. I don’t know why some lucky woman hasn’t snatched you up.”

 

“Maybe because I don’t want to be snatched up.”

 

“Maybe because you haven’t found the right woman.”

 

He looked down into her eyes. “Any more like you at home?”

 

She sobered abruptly, thinking of Ginny. Of sitting at her sister’s bedside through the last hours of her life. Someday she would have to tell Lee the awful truth . . . that Ginny had died and died an addict. McKellan’s our secret, her sister had breathed in those last minutes. Promise me you won’t tell anyone what I did, not even Lee. Swear it, Nicole!

 

“Nic?” she heard Chip ask uncertainly.

 

She shook away the memories, disturbed at how vivid the flashback had been. “No more at home,” she said, forcing lightness she didn’t feel. “But I’m going to make it my mission in life to find you the perfect woman.”

 

He groaned, the sound of his overly theatrical frustration chasing away her ghosts. 

 

“I can do without Cupid, Ltd. Look at it from my perspective:  You aren’t talking to Nelson, Veronica’s sulking over Mason, and Lee and Alyssa have called it quits. I’m the only happy one in the whole group. Thanks, but I think I’ll just stay blissfully unattached.”

 

“Oh really?” It was on the tip of her tongue to shoot him an equally bantering reply - - she so enjoyed sparring with Chip - - but before she could spit out a single word, Harry was there looking for all the world like he’d arrived at an earth shattering decision. 

 

“Mister Morton.” His hand on Chip’s shoulder stopped the flow of their dance. “If you don’t mind I’d like a word with Dr. Rook.”

 

She felt Chip tense and fully expected him to back off given Nelson’s position as his boss and all the moaning he’d done about being reduced to shark bait. He surprised her by holding his ground. “No disrespect, Sir, but that’s not up to me. It would depend on Dr. Rook.” He looked at her expectantly, his hand still cupped around her waist. “Nic?”

 

If Harry hadn’t been standing there, she might have leapt into his arms and kissed him. He wasn’t just acting the part of white knight, he’d taken the role to heart, shielding her to the last. If she ever squared things with Harry, she really was going to have to set her mind on finding Chip a woman worthy of his loyalty. 

 

“It’s all right.” She sent him a smile and saw his eyes twinkle in response. Who would have ever guessed Seaview’s rigidly competent executive officer had such a soft underbelly? “Will you excuse us, Chip?”

 

“Of course.” He took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles with old fashion courtliness. She knew it was for show but it served its purpose. She saw Harry grit his teeth and roll his hands into fists.

 

“Admiral Nelson.” Chip inclined his head, formally acknowledging the senior officer before bowing out and leaving them alone.

 

Nicole would have applauded his performance but for the acid glare in Harry’s usually clear blue eyes. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked tersely.

 

“Immensely.” She’d botched the whole thing, jealous of his ex-wife, but that didn’t mean she had to come off looking like a green-eyed imbecile. She smiled sweetly. “Would you like to dance?”

 

“No. And if I did, I’d like to do the asking.” He snagged her arm and pulled her from the dance floor. She considered resisting, but his tone and manner indicated he wasn’t to be argued with. She rather enjoyed seeing him unhinged. Her heart giving a reactionary flutter at the thought he might actually be jealous. 

 

“If I’d known you wanted to spend all your time with Chip Morton, I would have assigned you to Seaview and not the Leviathan,” he snapped as they wound their way through the crowd. He stopped just outside the French doors, halting on the patio where he pulled her aside beneath the eaves. His face was frozen in the same angry mask she’d noted before. “You can certainly spend your time with whomever you wish.”

 

She smiled at his hostility. “That’s nice, because I’d like to spend it with you.”

 

“And furthermore, if you think I don’t know what’s going on between you and Chip…” He stopped abruptly, his expression changing from antagonism to confusion as her words penetrated. He drew back, frowning openly. “You what?”

 

She decided to let him off the hook. She was the one at fault, after all. The one who’d misconstrued an innocent kiss with his ex-wife as something passionate. All he’d done was act the role of steadfast supporter, a character trait she hoped he’d never change. There were very few men of honor left in the world. “I’m afraid this is all my fault.” She smiled weakly, then proceeded to tell him how she’d driven to his home anxious to see him after returning from her conference in Tampa. She’d arrived just in time to see him kiss Alyssa, her mind immediately going into overdrive, fearing the worst. Needing someone to talk to, she’d sought out Chip, someone who’d lent a sympathetic ear and shown her friendship and brotherly affection in a very short time.

 

“So you see,” she finished. “It was all a horrible misunderstanding on my part. There is absolutely nothing going on between me and Chip. He’s a good friend but that’s the extent of it.” She paused, needing to vindicate her reaction. “Sort of like you and Alyssa.”

 

Harry looked at her incredulously. “You thought Ali and I were romantically involved?” He waited a beat then chuckled. Then laughed. Then laughed harder.

 

Her hackles rose and she grew immediately defensive. “Not everyone knows who Alyssa Halston is,” she snapped, feeling the burn of embarrassment on her cheeks. “I’m glad you find the whole thing so amusing.” She started to whirl away, but he caught her arm and held her in place. 

 

“Wait a minute, Nicole.” His tone was suddenly placating, his eyes warmer than she’d seen them in a long time. “I’m not laughing at you. I’m actually flattered you . . . well, that you cared enough to react the way you did. It’s just amusing to think that after all this time, Ali and I…” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. And in truth, I’m just as guilty. I reacted the same way you did when I thought you and Chip were involved.” He smiled ruefully, taking her hand. “I wonder what that says about us?”

 

She seemed to sense they were reaching common ground. She felt a tingle quite unlike what she’d experienced a few minutes ago standing on the dance floor with Chip. It told her that while the blond-haired man had staked out a cherished placed in her heart, it was Harry who pulled the strings. “Maybe that we shouldn’t be so quick to judge?” she offered.

 

“Maybe.” He studied her thoughtfully. “Or that we should take another stroll on the beach and get it right this time.”

 

Her lips curled. “I thought we did pretty good last time.”

 

“I did too.” He tightened his hand around hers. “Do you want to go for a walk in the garden? I understand there are quite a few spots that are ideal for privacy.”

 

She flashed a smile. “I’d love to.”

 

***********

 

Lee waited, one hand tucked in the pocket of his jacket, fingering Alyssa’s locket while Veronica freshened up in the ladies room. She’d followed through as he’d asked, having the locket engraved and shipped. He’d paid for it when he’d picked her up then tucked it away hoping to forget about it, at least for the night. She’d felt badly for charging him given his relationship with Alyssa had run its course, but there was little she could do with a locket inscribed with ‘Forever, Lee.’ He still had hopes he could work things out if he could just get Alyssa to talk to him. She might have been able to shut off her feelings and walk away on the spin of a dime, but he was still in love with her - - wholly, utterly, completely. It was getting harder to keep his distance as day slipped into day and he didn’t hear from her. He’d made his mind up that afternoon he was done waiting.

 

The hell with letting her come back on her own! He’d told her he wouldn’t coerce her, but he’d also made it clear he wasn’t going to give up either. If not for Nelson’s Midsummer Celebration he’d be at her condo right now, demanding they talk things out.  

 

Edgy, he shot a glance at his watch, wondering how quickly he could bow out of the event. It was just past 1800 hours. Maybe by nine o’clock Veronica would be ready to head home and he could still see Alyssa - - assuming, she’d even open the door since she’d declined all his phone calls. 

 

His thoughts scattered as a few crewmembers and their spouses entered the lobby, stopping briefly to chat with him. As they continued past to the reception area, Veronica emerged from the bathroom looking considerably more together than when they’d arrived. Chip had warned him little things could set her off. Seeing Patterson and his date holding hands as they’d entered the lobby had been the catalyst to start the latest round of waterworks.

 

“I’m so sorry.” She hooked her hand around his arm, forcing a shaky smile. “I didn’t mean to get emotional on you. It’s just this is my first true evening out since Mason and I split and seeing that couple together . . .” She drew a deep breath, steadying herself. “I promise no more theatrics.” 

 

“Don’t worry, Ronnie. If anyone understands what you’re feeling, it’s me.” He nodded in the direction of the Garden Terrace Ballroom where the reception was taking place. “Ready for our big entrance?”

 

She laughed. “How could I possibly go wrong with Seaview’s captain on my arm?”

 

***********

 

Alyssa thanked Sebastian for her Sauvignon Blanc. His expression hadn’t changed much since leaving for their drinks, the glower on his face etched in place. A striking man in his early sixties with salt and pepper hair, he was every bit as tall as Lee. Dressed in a grey Yves Saint Laurent suit with a sapphire blue shirt and multi-striped tie, he looked like he’d just stepped off the pages of GQ magazine. Except for his perpetual scowl.

 

“If it gets any colder in here I’m going to need an ice pick,” he grumbled.

 

“What?”

 

He shook his head. “Sorry. I’m letting my bad manners show. It’s just that I’m used to people fawning over you whenever you go out in public. This group seems determined to treat you like a leper.”

 

She smiled sadly, understanding. “They’re just extremely loyal to Lee.”

 

“I guess they don’t hold to high standards.”

 

“That’s not true. Lee is one of the most considerate, courageous, undeniably ethical men I’ve ever met. He…” She stopped abruptly, shocked to find herself defending him. 

 

“And this ‘undeniably ethical’ man is the same one who didn’t have the guts to tell you he was ready to move on?” Sebastian made an unflattering sound. “Or that he was already sampling the waters on the other side?”

 

Alyssa flushed. “You don’t understand.”

 

“What’s not to understand? You told me you didn’t want anything to do with him.”

 

“I don’t.”

 

“Then why are you defending him, and why are we here? And why do you keep looking toward the door every two minutes like some kind of lovesick kitten?”

 

She felt a spike of anger. “Sebastian…” From the corner of her eye she caught a familiar glint of black hair and just that quickly words failed her. She hadn’t expected her reaction to be so strong, her knees abruptly weak, the breath catching in her throat. It had been over eight days since she’d last seen him. Eight days of loneliness and tears. She’d convinced herself she was ready to move on, that he wouldn’t affect her, but seeing him now, she felt her mouth go dry.

 

And then she saw the blonde clinging to his arm, cute and pert in a flirty pink dress that showed her long legs and honey-bright hair to best advantage. “Damn him!” She shoved her glass onto the nearest table. “Sebastian, I want to dance.”

 

He barely had time to set his Whiskey Sour down before she caught his hand and tugged him toward the floor.

 

**********

 

Alyssa’s heart sank.

 

The girl Lee had on his arm was even younger than she’d originally thought, no more than half her age. With a fresh-faced natural kind of beauty, a clear complexion and quick smile, she had no problems turning heads. Kowalski and a few of the other crewmembers who’d arrived without dates were already glancing in her direction. 

 

“So I take it that’s him?” Sebastian frowned toward the doorway where Lee stood with the girl, talking to Chip Morton. Seaview’s captain had yet to look in her direction, but Sebastian had obviously noticed her glancing in his. “I don’t get it. I grant you he’s good-looking, but you’ve turned down international tycoons, Hollywood A-listers, even an oil sheik and a Formula One driver. What is it about this guy?”

 

She flushed, embarrassed to have been caught staring. She wondered how many people other than Sebastian had noticed. “You wouldn’t understand,” she mumbled for the second time that night, unable to explain herself. 

 

A man who played the field, unwilling to tie himself to one woman, would never understand her secret desire for a lifetime with Lee. Sebastian was a good friend and she’d always be grateful to him for helping launch her career, but she couldn’t conceive of any woman being romantically involved with him. He valued his freedom too much, though in his defense he’d never made it a secret. 

 

Poised once again, Alyssa allowed him to glide her across the dance floor. “What are you doing?” she whispered, when she realized the direction he was heading.

 

“Showing off my date.” He grinned wickedly. “And that dress you’re wearing.”

 

There simply wasn’t time for an objection. He twirled her just a few feet from Lee, Chip and the pretty blonde, close enough for her to catch a hint of Lee’s aftershave. The familiar scent pierced her heart but when he raised his head and their eyes met, she felt the jolt all the way to her knees. To her credit she didn’t stumble, her legs abruptly shaky. In the next second, Sebastian guided her toward the center of the floor, turning so her back was to Lee. He smiled like a player on a stage, gazing down into her face.

 

“Keep your eyes on me,” he instructed when she started to lower her head. “Like you can’t bear to look away. Like you’re madly in love with me.”

 

“I won’t play games, Sebastian. I can’t do this.”

 

“Yes, you can. You think I don’t know you asked me here for the sole purpose of making him jealous? Lucky for you, I enjoy a good diversion.” He smiled and nodded as if they were engaged in a pleasant conversation, oblivious to everyone, and he was merely responding to something she’d said. “Play along, Alyssa. He’s facing this way.” 

 

This time he grinned for real. 

 

“And he looks pissed.”

 

***********

 

Chip had just finished explaining his and Nicole’s encounter with Nelson when Lee caught a glimpse of flowing auburn hair from the corner of his eye. Shocked, he raised his head. In the next second Alyssa was gone, twirled to the center of the dance floor by a man he didn’t recognize. 

 

He felt like someone had punched him in the gut. “What’s she doing here?” he asked without thinking. It was one matter to have her end their relationship, another to show up at the Institute’s Midsummer Celebration with a date. Surely Nelson had known.

 

Hopefully, the shock he felt didn’t show on his face. 

 

“Is that Alyssa Halston?” Veronica asked at his side, sounding awestruck. “She’s even more beautiful in person than in photos.”

 

Lee had to agree. And she hadn’t lied about the dress. The plunging back and halter top were elegant and glamorous with a provocatively sensual edge. Just looking at her made his heart quicken - - and his blood boil, given another man had his hands on her.

 

“Uh . . .” Chip cleared his throat. “Easy, Lee. You looked ticked and it’s showing.”

 

He barely listened. “The admiral had to know she’d be here. He probably invited her. What the hell was he thinking?”

 

“They are friends,” Chip countered, trying to diffuse the situation. “Take a look around. There are several of Nelson’s friends here.”

 

“With dates?” Lee snapped. It took a moment but Chip’s words finally penetrated through his anger. He was a professional and the last thing he intended to do was give the crew something to talk about. Drawing a breath, he looked away. “She said she wanted someone closer to her own age,” he muttered. “I guess she wasn’t kidding.”

 

Veronica exhaled in frustration. “Don’t tell me you aren’t going to do anything about this?”

 

“Like what?”

 

“Like going over there and taking her away from that guy! I can tell by looking at him, he’s all flash.”

 

“Veronica, stay out of this,” Chip warned.

 

She ignored him. “Lee, do you love this woman?”

 

“Yes.” 

 

“Then tell her.”

 

“I’ve tried.” There was no sense talking about it. Alyssa had obviously made up her mind she didn’t want to be with him. Her dance partner had a good twenty-five years on him. He could change a lot of things, but he couldn’t age overnight, nor did he want to. “Let’s just get through the evening. It’s a big ballroom with an outside terrace. Veronica, do you want a drink?”

 

She rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Men are so clueless!”

 

“What does that mean?” Chip challenged.

 

“It means if Alyssa didn’t care about Lee she wouldn’t be here. She’d be somewhere else, enjoying a quiet evening with her date, just the two of them. Instead, she shows up at precisely the place she knows Lee is going to be. Why?” She spread her hands as if the answer were obvious. “To make him jealous. And why does a woman want to make a man jealous? Because she’s in love with him!”

 

“That’s crazy.” Lee wanted to believe her, but doubt was stronger. “She won’t even talk to me.”

 

“Because she has pride too. You screwed up and hurt her, and she can’t get past that.”

 

“But I didn’t do anything!” he protested.

 

“If you didn’t do anything, you wouldn’t be standing here arguing with me while she’s dancing with another man.”

 

Irked, he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “I’ve had enough of this.” He avoided looking at Alyssa. That damn dress was killing him. “I’m going outside for a drink. It’s too crowded in here.”

 

He didn’t wait for a reaction but pushed his way through the crowd heading for the patio bar. Nelson might be his superior officer, but if he crossed paths with the admiral he definitely planned to have words. The Midsummer Celebration had always been for Seaview’s crew and N.I.M.R. personnel. Alyssa might be a personal friend, but she had no business being there given the rocky status of their relationship. Nelson had to know how he felt. Why would the man invite her?

 

He slowed down as he stepped outside, adjusting his expression so he didn’t appear angry. Most everyone there knew he and Alyssa had called it quits and would be keyed to watching how the drama played out. Forcing himself to relax, he smiled easily and greeted the first person he saw, Bobby O’Brien. After that, it was a simple matter to mingle and make small talk, falling into the familiar role of captain with whomever he encountered. He never did make it to the bar though the outside air and mild temperatures helped relax him more than a drink would. He was just thinking about returning to the ballroom to find Veronica when he felt a woman’s hand on his sleeve. He half turned, looking over his shoulder and his smile froze in place.

 

“We should talk,” Alyssa Halston said. “This is uncomfortable for both of us.”

 

**********

 

She hadn’t planned on being the one to break the ice, but as Alyssa watched Lee from the dance floor, she knew she couldn’t continue pretending with Sebastian. She was miserable, even if Seaview’s dashing captain was not. He’d left his date in the company of Chip Morton, apparently confident no other man would steal her from under his nose while he left to mingle on the patio. Sebastian made another unflattering comment, this time about Lee’s age and how she was better off finding an experienced man who could satisfy her. If he weren’t such an old friend she would have told him where he could stuff it. As it was she ordered him to cool his heels with a drink, she was done playing games. Determined, she headed for the patio, waiting for just the right moment to catch Lee alone.

 

“We should talk,” she said, approaching from the side, touching his sleeve. The contact, as always, was electric. She swallowed hard, refusing to look away when he met her gaze, his eyes a piercing combination of topaz and jade. “This is uncomfortable for both of us.”

 

**********

 

Lee felt his pulse quicken. For eight days he’d been trying to get her to talk to him, listen to him. Standing so close, he could see the gold-tinted highlights the setting sun wove through her hair. It was easy to remember the feel of her body beneath his the last time they’d made love, her skin like satin, her lips warm and heated. It took everything he had not to touch her. 

 

“Someplace more private?” He indicated the garden.

 

She nodded without speaking.

 

The noise of the party dwindled behind them as he led the way down a curving flagstone path. Lee was sure more than a few of his crew noted their disappearance and would be speculating on the outcome. He hated how his relationship with Alyssa was so public. But a man learned to make allowances when he was in love and despite all that had transpired between them, there was no doubt he loved Alyssa Halston. 

 

He halted by a small fountain where fig trees and palms sheltered lavish beds of flowering plants and native grasses. Mingled with the tang of salt air from the Pacific, the heady scent was almost overpowering. “I’ve wanted to talk to you.” He couldn’t decide if he was angry, hurt, or just relieved they were finally speaking. “But you wouldn’t take my phone calls.”

 

“I know.” She twined her hands nervously, glancing away. “I needed some distance.”

 

“What about now?”

 

“Now I want to explain about Sebastian.”

 

The name brought a slow burn. “You mean your date? The one who had his hands all over you.”

 

Her eyes flashed anger. “He certainly did not! We were just dancing.”

 

“Not dressed like that you weren’t.” He knew he was acting like a jealous idiot but didn’t care. If it were up to him, he’d take her home and spend the whole night coaxing the slinky material from her body. She had to know what the damn dress did to him.

 

“I see.” She folded her arms across her chest, her tone dripping ice. “So let me understand correctly. Wearing this dress would be fine if I were on the arm of the impeccably faultless Captain Crane, but let me be with another man and suddenly I’m a cheap Jezebel.”

 

“I didn’t say that. Damn it, Alyssa, stop putting words in my mouth!”

 

“You did fine on your own when you were talking to Chip.” 

 

“What’s Chip got to do with anything?” He was starting to grow frustrated, jealousy quickly morphing into anger. “I want to know about the designer-jerk you showed up with tonight.”

 

“That ‘jerk’ happens to be an old friend who gave me my first break in modeling. I’ll thank you not to be so insulting.”

 

Exasperated, he exhaled. Arguing was getting them nowhere, serving only to raise his blood pressure. The party wasn’t the time or the place to try to resolve their differences. “Alyssa, you should just leave. I know the admiral is a good friend of yours, but if you want to be with another man, this isn’t the place to announce it to the world. I thought you’d at least respect my position with the crew. We had something special once. I’d appreciate some courtesy now.”

 

“You’d appreciate . . .” Her mouth dropped, all color draining from her face. She was speechless until a quick flush of anger reddened her cheeks. “I’m not the one who told Chip eight days ago that you were unhappy with our relationship and wanted to end it.”

 

“I did what? Alyssa, I never…”

 

“I heard you! I came home and you were on the deck. You’d left the door in the dining room open and I overheard what you said.”

 

Bewildered, he tried to remember. She’d dropped the flowers . . .

 

“I heard you mention my name,” she continued, barely pausing for breath. “You said you didn’t know how to tell me you were unhappy . . . that it wasn’t working out the way you’d expected.” Her voice cracked, the sudden glint of tears making her eyes overly bright. “You said . . . you said you wanted to end things.”

 

That’s when she’d dropped the vase. Abruptly, he understood. What she’d heard, what she’d mistakenly thought. It might have been laughable if it wasn’t so tragic. Just that quick, all the anger and frustration he’d felt vanished. No wonder she’d reacted the way she had. “Darling, no. You don’t understand.” He tried to pull her closer.

 

“Don’t!” She pushed his hands away, losing the battle with tears. “Don’t lie to me, Lee. I heard you. And the next day I saw you with her.”

 

“Who?”

 

“The woman you’ve been having an affair with.”

 

“An affair? Alyssa, I never…” Puzzled, he knew the bafflement he felt had to show in his eyes. “What woman?”

 

“The blonde!” She practically shrieked the accusation. “The one you were with at Scrimshaw Jack’s. You brought her tonight as your date, and you have the nerve to accuse me of making a spectacle of myself with Sebastian.”

 

“I . . .”  Lost, he could only stare. “You mean Veronica?” 

 

She turned away, crying in earnest, shielding her face to hide her tears. “I don’t want to know her name. Why didn’t you just tell me you wanted someone younger?”

 

“I don’t. I want you.”

 

“Stop it!” She covered her face with her hands, sobbing quietly. “Stop pretending you still care!”

 

“I do care.” Gently, he cupped her elbow, turning her to face him. “Alyssa, I love you. I’ve never stopped loving you.”

 

“Please, Lee. I’d rather know the truth than live a lie.”

 

“Lyss. Damn it.” Frustration made his voice sharp. “I’m telling you the truth. What you overheard had nothing to do with you. Not the way you think. Veronica is Chip’s kid sister. I’ve known her since she was seven years old. She thinks of me like a second brother.”

 

“She’s Chip’s sister?” The shock was evident in her eyes. “But I heard you.” Her voice sounded small and she no longer seemed so certain. Lee could tell she wanted to believe him but fear of rejection made her cling to the misconception. This time when he took her hand, she didn’t pull away.

 

“When I was on the deck with Chip, I was talking about Veronica,” he explained. “You’ve been so upset about your birthday I wanted to give you something special . . . something to show how deeply I feel about you. About us. I contacted Veronica because she’s an artisan who works with jewelry. She sent me several designs but I didn’t like any of them. That’s what I was unhappy about. I didn’t know how to tell her because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. I thought it would be better if I just ended her involvement and found something on my own.”

 

“But . . .” The tears came harder, streaking her face. “I thought . . . then at Scrimshaw Jack’s . . .”

 

“I met her there to look at more designs. She recently broke up with her boyfriend and she was upset. All I did was try to comfort her. Ask Chip. Better yet, ask Veronica.”

 

“Oh, God! I’m such an idiot.” She couldn’t form the words through her tears. “I thought . . . I thought…”

 

“I know what you thought. You should have talked to me.” He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her against him, pressing his face to her hair. She trembled, resistant at first, then gradually relaxed. Raising a hand, he brushed the moisture from her cheeks. “Do you know how hard it’s been these last eight days, not having you near?” She was an aphrodisiac. Her scent and the deliciously soft curves of her body going straight to his head. He kissed her brow, her cheek. “Thinking you wanted someone else, someone older…” He found her lips, tasted salt and dampness. “I want you to come home with me tonight . . .”

 

She turned her face away, squeezing her eyes shut. “Lee…”

 

“I want to make love to you like that first time. I want to show you how much you mean to me.”

 

“Don’t!” She splayed her hands on his chest, pushing to break his embrace. “I’ve ruined it. I’ve ruined everything.”

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

But she shook her head and pulled free. Crying, she fled the garden, her dress a vibrant flash of blue as she disappeared down the flower-lined walk.

 

*********

 

Harry felt considerably upbeat as he led Nicole back into the ballroom. Damn silly, the way things had turned out. He’d been so sure she’d set her cap for Chip, now he felt like an imbecile for even considering it. Some quiet time, a stroll in the garden, a few shared kisses . . . he still wasn’t sure romance was for him, but testing the waters definitely had its perks.

 

Indoors, he found Chip talking to a pretty blonde who his executive officer introduced as his sister. Harry introduced her to Nicole then did his best to let Chip know he was off the hook - - without actually coming out and admitting he’d acted like a jealous fool. He did have a reputation to uphold after all, and romantic folly only went so far. He was actually enjoying himself, Nicole’s arm still hooked through his when he saw Alyssa brush past, unmistakably distraught.

 

“Ali?”

 

She never slowed or even acknowledged that she’d heard him, but continued without breaking stride, head bowed, a hand pressed over her mouth.

 

“Oh!” Veronica’s exclamation covered what they were all thinking. “Something must have happened.”

 

“With her date?” Harry guessed.

 

“With Lee,” Chip inserted. “She followed him outside onto the patio.”

 

That explained it. He looked around, half expecting to see his captain, but Lee was nowhere in sight. He’d hoped by having the two of them together in the same room they’d come to their senses and work things out, but he was beginning to think he’d made a mistake. Worse, he seriously regretted the promise he’d made to Ali about not telling Lee what she’d overheard. The very idea of Lee cheating on her with some young blonde…

 

He stopped suddenly, looking at Veronica. It was as if a floodlight went off in his head. “Of all the stupid, preposterous, what-are-the-odds ridiculous scenarios…”

 

“Sir?” Chip asked.

 

He shook his head. “I’m beginning to understand where Lee and Ali went wrong.”

 

“Maybe you do, but she doesn’t.” It was clear from the look Veronica gave him that she lumped him into the same group where all men resided in her opinion - - that of lower life forms. “While you two stand here debating about it …” Nicole was obviously not included with the inferior male species, “…and Lee’s taking his grand time chasing after her, she’s in the bathroom sobbing.” Hands on hips, she exhaled an exaggerated huff of air. “Men!”

 

Harry watched her stomp away. “Where do you think she’s going?” 

 

Chip pursed his lips. “Knowing my sister, after Alyssa.”

 

“This is turning into a regular melodrama. I suppose to do it justice we should lean on Ali’s date.”

 

“What about Lee?” 

 

Harry glanced toward the patio. “My guess is he’s trying to figure out how he screwed up this time.”

 

Nicole squeezed his arm. “I appear to be in the wrong camp. I suddenly have the urge to use the ladies room.”

 

“Coward,” Chip scoffed. He could get away with it. Nicole might not be interested in the tall blond officer romantically, but she certainly had an intriguing relationship with him.

“You just don’t want to go one-on-one with the GQ refugee Alyssa brought.”

 

“Score one for the exec.” She smiled sweetly. “Harry can do that while you find Lee. I’m going to go powder my nose and keep the curious from the ladies room while Alyssa pulls herself together.”

 

“You don’t even know her,” Harry protested.

 

“No. I don’t.” She kissed his cheek. “But I certainly understand what she’s going through. And I think Veronica could use some help.”

 

Baffled, he watched her filter through the crowd. “Chip,” he said, staring after her. “Is it just me, or do women make no sense?”

 

“None whatsoever, Sir. Why do you think I stay happily unattached? I’ll die a bachelor before I jump through the hoops Lee has for Alyssa.”

 

Harry eyed him thoughtfully. He wouldn’t have termed Lee’s behavior quite as extreme as Chip, but then he wasn’t Lee’s best friend, able to get away with riding him mercilessly. And there was no question his captain had made considerable concessions since becoming involved with Ali. What amazed him most was that Lee did it without complaint or regret. “You do realize he’s in love with her? Really in love.”

 

“Besotted,” Chip agreed. “I’d actually be happy for him if he weren’t so damn miserable.”

 

“We can fix that.” Harry’s lips curled in a grin. “I think it’s time we go say hello to Sebastian.”

 

“Sebastian, Sir?”

 

“Alyssa’s date. He’s a guest, after all.” His grin grew wider, pointedly savoring. “I wouldn’t want him to feel neglected.”

 

***********

 

Thankfully, the ladies room was deserted. Alyssa stopped just inside the lounge where a padded vanity seat, L-shaped marble counter, mirror and several potted plants were set off in a private alcove. Dropping her clutch purse on the counter, she rummaged in the small beaded bag for a tissue. She dabbed at her eyes, cleaning up her mascara as best she could, but every time she thought of Lee the tears started fresh.

 

When he’d kissed her, her whole world had fallen apart. How could he be so tender, nuzzling her neck and talking of making love when she’d thought the absolute worst of him? He had every right to yell . . . to say horrible things and tell her they were through. She didn’t deserve him, much less his affection. She’d ruined everything with her childish suspicions. How could he possibly forgive her for harboring such inexcusable jealousy? Once he had a chance to think about what she’d done, he’d feel differently. All that talk of love and commitment would fly right out the door. After the damage she’d done, she didn’t see how their relationship could ever be the same again. It was only a matter of time before Lee reached the same conclusion.

 

“Um, pardon me . . . Miss Halston?”

 

She looked up as if apprehended in a crime, staring into the mirror at the reflection of the pretty blonde-haired girl Lee had called Veronica. Before she could move, the girl offered a shaky smile and stepped closer, forcing Alyssa to turn and face her. She didn’t understand how someone could be so youthful and vibrant looking when she felt like a wretch with blotchy red nose and watery eyes. All she ever did any more was cry.

 

The girl searched her face, looking strangely awestruck. “You’re . . . so beautiful,” she breathed.

 

Alyssa made a choked sound and went back to rummaging in her purse for fresh Kleenex. “I could do without the mockery, thanks.”

 

“I’m not mocking you. Honestly.” Veronica laid a hand on her arm, her eyes wide and round, darker than her brother’s but just as vivid. “Lee’s so in love with you it breaks my heart to see you suffering like this.” She looked around, spying a box of tissue in the corner of the counter and shoved it in her direction. “Here. You have to go back out there. I don’t know what happened, but I do know he loves you. Why would you want to be with that old fossil you brought when you can have Lee?”

 

“Fossil?” Alyssa stopped what she was doing, staring at the girl with new understanding. “Is that how you think of anyone over thirty-five?”

 

“Don’t be silly.” She slid onto the bench with the fluid grace of someone who could easily turn cartwheels without batting an eye. “I just want you and Lee to be happy.” She smiled shyly. “My name’s Veronica. I’m Chip Morton’s sister. Can I call you Alyssa?”

 

“Please.” Deciding she had nothing to lose, Alyssa sat on the bench beside Veronica, nervously kneading the tissue between her fingers. They were relative strangers, but she needed a sympathetic ear and a female perspective. The girl seemed sincere enough and there was warmth and kindness in her eyes. “You’re going to laugh and think this is silly, but I thought you were having an affair with Lee.”

 

Veronica’s blue eyes grew larger still. “You thought what?”

 

Alyssa quickly sketched through her misconceptions, skipping Lee’s reservations about Veronica’s initial jewelry designs. She ended with a defeated sigh. “So, you see, I’ve ruined everything. I accused him of wanting to end our relationship, and I accused him of having an affair. How can he ever feel the same way about me again?”

 

“Because he never stopped feeling any differently. I’m sure he understands why you thought the things you did. You really do love him, and it was an honest misunderstanding on your part.”

 

“No, it’s more than that.” She looked down at the tissue twined in her fingers. If she were truthful, she’d let her imagination run wild, fed by long-buried fears. “I might not have reacted the way I did, if I hadn’t been so hung up on the difference in our ages. I just . . .” She sighed, looking up toward the ceiling. “I’m so afraid he’s going to wake up one morning and see lines in my face or gray in my hair. I’m afraid he’s going to lose interest and want to be with someone younger.”

 

“Well, that’s just silly.” Veronica’s mouth thinned in a pinched line. “Alyssa, you’re probably one of the most beautiful women in the world. You don’t look remotely near your age, but even if you did, true love is not skin deep.”

 

“I know that. There are just so many complications. Children…”

 

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” a new voice said.

 

Startled, Alyssa realized the attractive brunette she’d seen with Chip Morton earlier had entered the ladies room. “I’m sorry . . .” She hadn’t invited the world into her conversation with Veronica and knew that her voice came off a little crisper than usual. It was worse than having the press hound her. “Who are you?”

 

“Nicole Rook. I’m here with your ex.”

 

“Doctor Nicole Rook? You’re Ginny’s sister.”

 

“I see Lee told you about her.”

 

“Yes, he…” She stopped suddenly. “You’re here with Harry?”

 

The woman smiled. “I left him and Chip to look after your date. I thought I’d fare better with the women. We all seem to be connected, after all, through the men in our lives.” She walked a little closer, smiling hesitantly, and held out her hand. “I thought it was time I made an official introduction, given my attachment to your ex-husband.”

 

Alyssa managed a watery smile, clasping the woman’s hand. “I’m happy for both of you. Getting Harry to think about anything other than science and the sea is an accomplishment.” She dabbed at her eyes again. Just that quickly, a new thought struck her. “Does Lee know? About you and Harry, I mean?”

 

“Chip probably told him, but I’d be willing to bet that’s the last thing on his mind right now. Veronica’s right. You really should go talk to Lee. From what I know of him, he doesn’t give his heart easily.”

 

Alyssa felt a fresh sting of tears. Neither woman understood what a mess she’d made. How she’d taken the best thing to ever happen in her life and ruin it through childish fears. There had been men before Lee, but there would never be another. He’d captured her heart for eternity. Romeo and Juliet, Robin and Marian, Tristan and Isolde - - they had nothing on her and Lee.

 

“I’m sorry.” She stood, gathering her purse. “I appreciate the concern from both of you but this is something Lee and I have to work out. I…” Just the thought he wouldn’t forgive her made her choke back a sob. Why should he forgive her after what she’d done? What made her so special? A man like Lee would never want for female companionship. She might as well face the fact it was over. “I’m sorry. I can’t stay any longer. Please tell Sebastian I’m going to have the valet bring the car.”

 

She left quickly, ignoring the protests of the women behind her. It was kind of them to care, to believe in love-conquers-all, but in the end she knew she’d crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. Evidently, Lee understood that or he would have come after her when she’d run from the garden.

 

The fact he hadn’t followed told her all she needed to know.

 

This time the heartbreak was for real. There was no repairing the damage she’d done.

 

***********

 

Lee decided to blame it on the solstice.

 

Summer by itself was an aphrodisiac, but the longest day of the year was headier than most. Its effect was equivalent to a full moon, causing emotions to run amuck. It was the only explanation he had for the last eight days and the behavior of everyone around him.

 

Chip found him before he could wander back into the ballroom. Moments later they were joined by Nelson, Veronica and Nicole, all three with tales to tell. In a short time he learned Alyssa had left with Sebastian who according to the admiral - - after a brief one-on-one with the older man - - really was just a friend and had come with Alyssa for the sole purpose of making Lee jealous.

 

“See! I knew it!” Having her suspicions confirmed, Veronica was immediately insistent he leave and go after Alyssa. Lee was inclined to agree but didn’t want to strand her without a ride. When he mentioned it, he thought she’d go through the roof.

 

“Are you crazy? My brother is here, I can call a cab, there are buses running all hours of the night. Trust me, I won’t be stranded. Now go after Alyssa so one of us can have a happy ending. I will not stand by and see you turn into a jerk like Mason, is that clear?”

 

He half smiled. If nothing else, getting caught up in his romantic complications seemed to have taken Veronica’s mind off her own. 

 

A half hour later, Lee found himself bowing out and driving toward Alyssa’s condo. He thought of the locket tucked inside his jacket and the inscription he’d had engraved on the inside cover:  Forever, Lee.

 

He’d meant it then and meant it now. He was every bit as in love with her as he’d been eight days ago, but he was tired of playing games and his patience was wearing thin. He didn’t care what it took, this time he wasn’t leaving until they worked out their problems.

 

He parked his car outside her condo and climbed the outside steps to the second floor. A one level luxury flat, Alyssa’s home shared a building with three other units, one of several similar buildings in a gated community overlooking palm-fringed beaches and the sparkling blue-green waters of the Pacific. The bulk of her neighbors were part-time residents having property in other states, even countries. He was thankful for that as he rang the doorbell and it soon became apparent she intended to leave him standing on the steps. Neighbors tended to talk. So far he’d managed to keep his tiff with Alyssa clear of the press and wanted it to stay that way.

 

“Alyssa.” He leaned on the doorbell again, pitching his voice close to the jamb. “Open up. I want to talk to you.”

 

The door opened a crack but she kept the security chain in place, leaving only a small gap of visibility between them. “Go away, Lee . . . please. It’s for the best.”

 

“I’m not going anywhere until we talk this out.”

 

“There’s nothing to discuss. I’m sorry.”

 

The door snicked shut leaving him staring at a barrier of hand-hewn maple. He debated about digging out his key. He’d never given it back to her and she’d never asked, an oversight he’d always viewed in his favor. But as soon as he thought of it, he knew it wouldn’t do any good. With the security chain in place he’d have to force the door, resulting in damage to the jamb and frame. He was ticked, but upsetting her would only make matters worse and it wasn’t his style to be destructive. At least she appeared to be alone. She’d probably sent Sebastian on his way the moment he’d dropped her off. He could always ring the bell again and stand there with his thumb locked on the button until she let him inside.    

 

The hell with that.

 

There was more than one way to get into a condo.

 

From experience, he knew Alyssa liked the breeze off the Pacific. She normally opened the sliding doors on her balcony the moment she arrived home. It was a habit so ingrained he could count on it like clockwork. With any luck, she hadn’t broken her routine.

 

He sprinted down the steps and headed to the back of the building where a massive cottonwood sheltered the rear courtyard. He stood for a moment, gauging the distance to the balcony a full story above him. Fortunately, Richard and Della Clayton, a 60ish couple who owned the first floor unit didn’t appear to be home. The last thing he needed was a neighbor calling the police, mistakenly reporting him for an attempted break-in. 

 

He unbuttoned his jacket and loosened his tie, hoping Alyssa would be occupied and wouldn’t notice what he was about until it was too late. Climbing trees and stealing onto the balcony of the woman you loved was something teenagers did, not typical behavior for an adult, and certainly not the commander of a nuclear submarine. God help him if the crew ever got wind of it.

 

He’d just blame it on the solstice.

 

Midsummer did crazy things to people. Hadn’t the last eight days been proof of that?

 

Wedging his shoe against the trunk, Lee pushed upward, leaping to catch the lowest branch. He swung his legs forward, locking his ankles around the sturdy limb until he could twist around and sit upright. After that it was just a matter of balance - - standing, stepping and grappling the branches in the right places. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t done before on assignment with ONI. If not for the slick soles of his leather dress shoes, he would have managed it with ease. Within minutes, he dropped lightly to the balcony, bending at the knees to absorb the impact. As expected, the door was open. He could see her through the screen, still hovering restlessly in the living room, her back turned toward him. 

 

Jerking the screen clear, he stepped inside. “Alyssa.” 

 

She whirled, her eyes widening at the sight of him. “Lee! How did you . . . are you crazy?” Dumbfounded, she brushed past, peering outside as if expecting to see a ladder propped against the balcony. “My God, how did you…”

 

“The tree.” He swiped dirt from his sleeve. “It would have been a heck of a lot easier if you’d just opened the door like I asked.”

 

“How can you be so glib?” She glared at him, hands fisted against her hips. “Don’t you realize you could have been hurt? You could have fallen and ended up with a broken neck!”

 

“I’m not that clumsy, Lyss. You’re forgetting what I do for a living.”

 

“Seaview and ONI aside, I am not a mission! Most people respect a locked door.”

 

“I told you I wasn’t leaving until we talked this out. Besides . . .” He grinned, unable to decide if she was truly angry or just unnerved. “I like having you worry about me.” Playing on her sympathy, he winced and massaged his shoulder. “I think I must have wrenched something when I jumped.”

 

“Really?” She folded her arms over her chest, not buying his charm or the fabrication. “There’s a pharmacy down the street. Get yourself a heating pad.” She started to turn away but he caught her wrist, holding fast. 

 

“Let me go.” Alyssa knew she was being dreadful, but it was the only weapon she had. There was nothing left for them to say. She’d screwed up and they both knew it. She just wanted the heartache to end, for Lee to go away and leave her to her misery.

 

But he’d climbed a tree to track her down, her subconscious argued. Would he really waste all that energy just to pull the plug on the last ten months? 

 

Yes, the ugly pessimistic creature that had made her jealous in the first place, argued. He wants to ditch you but he had to stay sympathetic and polite at the party for appearance sake. Now he can say whatever he wants and his reputation remains spotless.   

 

She squirmed, trying to break free. “Let me go.”

 

“Not until you say you love me.” Something dangerous flashed through his eyes. “Damn it, Alyssa, do you really think I climbed onto your balcony just to tell you it’s over?”

 

Her heart gave a small flutter. “I …”  

 

Before she could form a coherent thought, he wrenched her against him and kissed her. There was nothing gentle in the kiss, just raw urgency and possessiveness, hunger borne of lengthy days apart. His strength overpowered her and left her weak in the knees, reducing all her foolish notions to dust. She tried to breathe . . . to find her sense of self and remember exactly why she couldn’t love him. He was everything she’d ever wanted.

 

He pushed her backward, pinning her to the glass patio door, never breaking the kiss. The cool silk of airy white drapes tickled her bare shoulders and back. His lips left hers just long enough to find her neck and graze the lobe of her ear. “Say you love me, Lyss.”

 

Her head reeled, desire and fear snarled together in an impossible web. He cradled the back of her head, the long fingers of one hand knotting tightly in her hair. His lashes lowered as he looked down on her, holding her in place. “I want to know you still mean it.”  

 

“I…” She wanted to melt, to fall through the floor. Of course she loved him! She’d fallen head-over-heels from practically the start, surrendering her heart long before he’d done the same. Didn’t he realize the effect he had on her? 

 

His lashes were long and dense, black as India ink, his eyes a smoldering combination of moss and gold. He kissed her again and this time she felt more than his frustration. He groaned low in his throat and the sound shot through her like a crackle of lightning. For the first time she realized she wasn’t the only one suffering, that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him. That love wasn’t just a platitude he tossed around, but an emotion felt deep in his heart. It hurt more to feel his pain than to live with her own.

 

Tears flooded her eyes. “I’m so sorry. Lee. I do love you.” She clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you more than any man I’ve ever known. I just …” Her voice broke. She’d made such a mess of things - - an utter, heart-wrenching mess. The thought of him leaving was too painful to bear. “Please tell me it’s not too late for us.”

 

“Ssh, darling.” He tracked his fingers over her cheek, catching her tears. “Didn’t I tell you in the garden I loved you?” He kissed her softly this time, an intoxicatingly barely-there graze of his lips. She didn’t understand how he could scarcely touch her yet leave her quaking with need. “I’ve never stopped loving you.” Another kiss, as deliciously sensual as the last. “Do you know what it did to me to see you with another man?”

 

Guilt sliced through her, punishing and swift. “Sebastian is just a friend. I only brought him to the party because I wanted to make you jealous.” Because I thought you were having an affair. The tears started fresh. She was a horrible woman. A cold-blooded harpie, a shrew.

 

He tugged her bottom lip between his, half smiling as he kissed her. “It worked.” He pulled her closer, nuzzling her neck. “So all that talk about wanting someone older…?”

 

“Lies.” She tilted her head to the side, delirious as his lips found the rapidly beating pulse in her throat. “You’ve ruined me. No other man will do.”

 

“I like the sound of that.” He splayed his hand over her back, low on her waist. 

 

The touch of his fingers on her bare skin was electric, pinging straight to her head. She gave a small gasp and just that quickly his breathing changed. His mouth found hers, his kisses turning slow and seductive. A string of goosebumps broke out on her arms. “Lee . . .” It was all she could do to catch her breath. Trembling, she twined her hands behind his neck. “You should take me into the bedroom.”

 

He grinned against her lips. “I should take you right here.”

 

She giggled at his playfulness, the hurt of the last few days forgotten. “I won’t stop you, Captain.” Gripping his tie, she pulled him closer, tipping her lips up to his. “We have all night.”

 

“No.” He kissed her lightly. “We have forever.”

 

***********

 

Midsummer wasn’t such a let down, after all. When the sun sank on the rim of the ocean and the stars rose on a cloudless, breeze-laced night it was pure magic. Drowsy and content, Lee traced a finger over the curve of Alyssa’s cheek enraptured by the softness he saw reflected in her eyes.

Their clothes had ended up in a pile on the floor beside her bed. He hadn’t wanted to rush things undressing her, taking his time stripping her of that scintillating blue dress. In the tawny glow of muted lamplight her bare skin was an intoxicating blend of rose and honey. He thanked Nelson, the Institute and God above that Seaview wasn’t set to sail again for several days because it would be at least that long until he had his fill of her.  

 

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

 

“How much I love you.” She cuddled against him, sliding her hand up his chest. “How wonderful it is to be lying in bed with you again. How lonely I was without you.”

 

He tangled his fingers in her hair. “Want to know what I’m thinking?”

 

“Yes.” She looked at him earnestly. “Tell me.”

 

“I’m thinking make-up sex is great.”

 

“Ooooh! I walked into that.” She punched him in the ribs doing her best to look outraged, but the false indignation didn’t last. She rolled onto her stomach, folding her arms on his chest. Smiling, she traced a slow finger down his jaw. “I’d lock you out of my bedroom for that, Captain, but I happen to agree with you. On a scale of one to ten, I’d give you a nine.”

 

“Only nine?” He raised a brow. “I think I’m insulted.”

 

Her smile was teasing. “I’m not done with you yet. And if I said ten you might decide to slack off.”

 

“Not likely.” He locked his hand behind her head and kissed her. “I’m just getting started.” He’d meant to keep things playful but after eight days apart his restraint was limited. The feel of her and the scent of her went straight to his head. He shifted position, tucking her beneath him, deepening the kiss. She made a soft sound in the back of her throat, her body warm and pliant. Hugging her close, he buried his face in her hair. “You’re going to be the undoing of me.”  

 

He’d once read every man no matter how virtuous, brilliant or strong had something or someone he couldn’t live without. A weakness. An Achilles heel, an insatiable need that left him vulnerable even if only in one area of his life. He was just now beginning to understand how true that observation was. He could command a nuclear sub and 125 men with icy calm through extreme hazards or perilous situations, but Alyssa ruled his heart.

 

He kissed her again then rolled away, reaching over the side of the bed.

 

Bewildered, she pushed up on her elbows. “Lee? Where are you going?”

 

“Nowhere.” He stretched to snatch his jacket from the floor. With his back to her he felt the blanket slip below his hip, exposing his backside. “Just grabbing my coat.”

 

“Mmm. Don’t cover up. I like the view.”

 

Grinning, he flopped back on the bed and dug into his pocket. “I have something you’ll like even better.”

 

“I don’t think so.” She snuggled close, curiosity getting the better of her. “What is it?”

 

He tucked the locket into his palm, allowing the jacket to fall back to the floor. A rumpled mess, it was definitely going to need dry-cleaning before he could wear it again.

 

“Remember I told you Veronica helped me find a special piece of jewelry for your birthday?”

 

She leaned into his chest but frowned, disturbed to be reminded of the catalyst responsible for her misconceptions. “It’s not my birthday for another three weeks.”

 

“I know that, but I want you to have this now.” Lifting his hand, he let the locket dangle free, suspended on a silver chain. Lamplight reflected off its surface, kindling a ruddy glow deep within the heart of sun and moon.

 

“Oh!” Alyssa gave a startled gasp, fingering it gently. “Lee. It’s . . . it’s beautiful.”

 

He smiled, hearing a note of awe in her voice. “It belonged to a lightship captain. He gave it to his wife to remind her of how much he loved and missed her when he was at sea.”

 

“Lightship?”

 

He nodded. “Veronica found it in Portland. There’s a place for a photo inside. She said the interlocking sun and moon on the cover symbolize…”

 

“ …eternal love.” Leave it to a woman to know the meaning of something so blatantly romantic. 

 “Male and female.” If there was awe in her voice before, there was utter astonishment now. 

 

“What’s really amazing,” he continued softly, “is that it originally belonged to Joshua Ruckerman.”

 

Her eyes flashed to his face. “The captain of the Flying Reef?”

 

“Yes.” He kissed her brow, inhaling her scent. She smelled of honeysuckle and jasmine . . . of something muskier and bewitchingly earthy. Before he’d met her she’d probably never given lightships a passing thought, but she’d taken his interest to heart. It wasn’t just lip-service on her part. She understood the near-spiritual connection he had with the Flying Reef and another light vessel, the Seven Stars.  

 

“Ruckerman never had it inscribed, but I did. Here…” He swept her hair aside, hooking the delicate clasp around her neck, kissing the spot where it rested on her skin. The auburn waves made a heavy curtain when he let them fall back in place. Wrapping his arms around her, he grasped the locket in both hands and opened it so she could read the inscription. “To remember me by when I’m away on Seaview.”

 

“Forever, Lee’,” she read aloud.

 

He saw her lashes dip, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

 

“Lyss?”

 

She made a choked sound then whirled to embrace him. Trembling, she clung tight, burying her face against his neck. “It’s . . . beautiful, Lee. But I don’t deserve it. Not after the things I thought.” She sniffled. 

 

“That’s behind us.” He palmed her cheek, tilting her chin up so he could look into her eyes. “I love you and nothing is going to change that.” He kissed her before she could protest. If she had any objections, they vanished quickly. She was soft, yielding and warm, so exquisitely eager he felt the breath catch in his throat.

 

He pushed her back on the bed, bracing himself above her. Her cinnamon-silk hair splayed across the pillows and slid lower to partially veil one breast. Her lips were parted, shimmering with moisture where he’d kissed her. He could practically feel the beat of her heart, see the wild thump of a raging pulse in her throat. Still he waited, staring down at her, drinking in the sight of her.

 

“Lee?” Her voice quavered.

 

He bent his head, keeping his arms braced and whispered a kiss against her lips. “What is it?”

 

“You are going to make love to me?”

 

He grinned, settling his weight against her. Slowly, seductively, he trailed his lips down the curve of her cheek to her mouth. “When I’m done, you’ll change your opinion to a ten.”

 

**********

 

Chip sighed and depressed the doorbell a second time. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing standing on Lee’s front porch two days after Nelson’s Midsummer Celebration. Only that he’d been ordered by Veronica to find out what had happened between Lee and Alyssa.  

 

“You’re his best friend. It’s been two whole days! Call and get the details!” she’d demanded. “I have to know if they worked things out.” 

 

The woman was worse than an advice columnist run amuck, and Nicole and Nelson weren’t much better, repeatedly asking if he’d heard anything. He wasn’t sure how he kept getting elected romantic ambassador. Some day soon he was going to have to master the fine art of saying ‘no.’

 

If it were up to him he would have left Lee alone. When he didn’t hear from his friend over the weekend, he figured the news was bad, and the relationship had gone belly up. Simple. End of story, forget the details. Lee just needed time to crawl out of his hole.

 

But Veronica had other ideas, which included incessant harping and the order to ‘get off your duff and get me the scoop.’ Able to withstand only so much, Chip had eventually broken down and tried phoning yesterday without success, then again twice today. He had to admit even he was starting to get a little curious. When evening rolled around and he still didn’t get an answer, he decided to drop by unannounced. If he found Lee moping, he’d just have to kick the captain’s sulky tail in gear.

 

“Come on, Crane. Answer your door.” He pressed the button again then decided his friend might be around back. It was still twilight, dusky enough to cloak the beach in a soft gray mantle, light enough to watch the tide roll in. If Alyssa had dumped Lee there was a good chance his friend was sitting on the deck brooding. 

 

“Damn romantic garbage,” he groused as he traipsed around the side of the house. The property was private, enjoying an isolated stretch of beach with a rear view of the Pacific. Chip had always admired that vista and relative seclusion before, but found it grating now, sure it would just factor into a depressed and melancholy captain.

 

Which meant he was going to be stuck on romantic clean-up detail again. He’d already had his fill playing soul-confessor to Veronica. Maybe it was time he had a talk with Alyssa and set her straight. He could only take so much more of Lee’s gloom. Seaview’s usually open and amiable skipper had barely spoken during their last cruise except to issue orders. He wasn’t going to go through another round of having the crew skulking about long-faced and grumbling because the mood of the boat had changed. Head down, griping to himself, he climbed the stairs to Lee’s deck. 

 

And came to a jarring halt when he reached the top.

 

Lee and Alyssa were nestled together, sound asleep on a cushioned settee. Barefoot and bare-chested, his friend had tugged on a worn and faded pair of jeans, not bothering with the snap or zipper. Alyssa wore an oversized blue-and-white striped shirt he recognized as belonging to Lee and little else. Her legs were bare, a pair of bright melon-colored panties peeking from beneath the shirt, bunched high on her thigh.

 

Flat on his back, Lee had one leg hanging over the side of the settee, the other stretched straight on the cushions. Alyssa was curled on top of him, wedged between his legs. He hugged her close to his chest, his arm wrapped snugly around her waist.   

 

“Hoo-kay.” Chip did a hasty about-face. “I’d say that’s a damn good sign things worked out.”

 

He’d taken two steps when he heard a rustle of movement behind him. “Chip?” Lee asked drowsily.

 

Caught, Chip cringed. “Uh . . . hi.” He turned back around, hoping his face wasn’t red. He was aware of Alyssa stirring, sitting upright, her hair a tousled mess around her shoulders. He made a concentrated effort to look away, acutely aware she wasn’t wearing much below the waist and that Lee’s shirt gaped low on her chest. “You, uh . . . you didn’t answer the door.” He cleared his throat, painfully self-conscious. “Or the phone.” Like for the last freaking two days, Skipper. “I was just, um . . . leaving.”

 

“It’s all right, Chip.” Alyssa tugged the shirt close over her breasts and slipped quickly into the house. 

 

Lee stood, scuffing a hand through his hair. “What are you doing here?”

 

Chip gave a loud, noisy snort. “Looking like an idiot, apparently. I’ve got a whole committee of people - - not the least of which is my interfering, nosy sister - - badgering me to find out if our illustrious captain and his press-friendly girlfriend have made nice.” He looked Lee up and down. “Based on the way you’re dressed - - or not dressed - - I’d say the answer is obvious. Try snapping your jeans, Romeo. At least Alyssa had the decency to go into the house for some clothes.”

 

Lee grinned, looking down and closing the snap. “You could have called.”

 

“I’ve been doing that for the last two days.”

 

“I’ve been busy.”

 

“Yeah, I can see that.” He frowned. “The fly too, Captain Romance.”

 

Lee tugged on his zipper. “I can’t help it you’re unattached.”

 

“The term is ‘ecstatically single,’ buddy. Remind me to do cartwheels.”

 

“Cartwheels?” Alyssa caught the tail end of his comment as she stepped outside. She’d covered up in a white tank top and black shorts. “Is there a reason to celebrate?” Looking between the two men, she handed Lee his shirt. 

 

He slipped it on, leaving it unbuttoned. “That would depend on Chip.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her back against him. Chip couldn’t remember ever seeing two people more openly besotted with each other. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to grin, send up rocket flares or puke.

 

“At least Veronica will be happy,” he muttered. He noticed Alyssa was wearing the locket Lee had gotten her. “Thank God I can send her home in a good mood.”

 

“She’s leaving?” Lee seemed surprised. 

 

“Wednesday morning.”

 

“Oh, but we have to say goodbye,” Alyssa protested. “And I want to thank her for her part in finding my locket.” Her hand went to her throat and the silver piece of jewelry.

 

“You’ll get your chance Tuesday night. Both of you. Scrimshaw Jack’s, 6:30. I’ve been informed she wants to celebrate. She says she’s officially over Mason.”

 

“It’s for real this time?” Lee sounded doubtful.

 

Chip nodded. “The admiral’s party did it for her. I cut out around 11:00, but she decided to stay and catch a cab home. I didn’t find out until the next day that she didn’t get in until after 2:00.” He frowned, remembering how annoyingly upbeat she’d been that morning. He wasn’t sure which was worse, Veronica in a perpetual sulk or Veronica floating on a cloud and giddy. “She met someone at the party. All I’ve heard for two days is ‘Ricky this’ and ‘Ricky that.’”

 

“One of the guests?” Alyssa asked, intrigued.

 

“I don’t have that kind of luck.”

 

“Crew?” Lee’s brows drew together. “But we don’t have…” He broke off as the connection suddenly clicked to place in his head. “You don’t mean . . .” He grinned. Far too enthusiastically in Chip’s opinion.

 

“You got it. Rick Kowalski.”

 

“Ski?” Alyssa giggled. “Oh, that’s priceless!”

 

“He isn’t going to think so when I’m through with him. I’ve spent the last 72 hours dreaming up the worst work details ever imagined on a submarine. That’ll teach him to keep his hands off my sister.”

 

“But that’s dreadful! You can’t do that.” Alyssa looked to Lee for support. “Captain, your executive officer is abusing his authority. Stupidly too. Aren’t you going to do anything about it?”

 

Lee considered for a moment. “Book a ringside seat?” When she reacted with the expected outrage, he laughed and gave her a kiss. “Don’t worry, Lyss. Chip is just letting off steam. He won’t make life too miserable for Ski.” He slanted his friend a sly sideways glance. “Will you, Mister Morton?” 

 

Chip held up his hand. “Scout’s honor.”

 

Alyssa rolled her eyes, leaning away from Lee though he held her locked around the waist. She pried at his hands, trying to break his hold. “You can both drop the act now. If you had any sense at all, you’d be thanking Ski.”

 

Chip snorted. “Thank Kowalski?”

 

Despite Lee’s playful attempt at another kiss, Alyssa managed to scoot free. “You heard me. Lee told me how upset Veronica was after her split with Mason. You certainly didn’t have any luck getting her back in the dating pool, Chip, and Lee didn’t fare much better. Maybe you don’t like the idea of Ski with your sister, but the fact is he’s the one who made her realize there’s someone out there besides Mason. And she’s moving back to Sedona. You’ll have your apartment and your privacy…”

 

“…and your bathroom,” Lee added.

 

His bathroom! That was enough to merit delirium. No more goop, creams, gels or shampoos that smelled like a flower shop on steroids.

 

“Yeah, okay.” He wasn’t a complete ogre. He’d already considered Kowalski was the one to shake her from her Mason-induced-stupor, but Veronica was his little sister and Ski liked to play the field. He was top-notch as far as ratings went and A-1 in a jam, but a guy’s sister was hands off. Especially when that guy was your boss. 

 

Except that Veronica hadn’t told Kowalski who she was. Which she’d admitted to him. And which he now grudgingly confessed to Lee and Alyssa.

 

“Then you have absolutely no right to unload on Ski.” Hands on hips, Alyssa whirled to glare up at Lee. “Does he?”

 

“Of course not, darling.”

 

Chip gave an indelicate snort, amazed Lee could keep a straight face. “Spoken like a man with only one thing on his brain.” 

 

He couldn’t really fault Lee. If he had a woman who looked like Alyssa, a secluded stretch of beach, moonlight and sand, he’d probably be wearing a lot less than jeans.

 

“Guilty.” Lee hooked his arm around Alyssa’s neck and hugged her against him. He sent Chip a hurry-it-along glance. “Isn’t that your cue to take a hike?”   

 

“Lee, don’t be rude,” Alyssa admonished.

 

Chip shook his head, grinning faintly. “Don’t worry. I’m used to him giving me orders.” Lee had come a long way since Friday night when he’d looked ready to string Sebastian Graham up with thumbscrews. Apparently two days of leisurely sex had its perks. “All I’ve got to say, Captain, is you damn well better be on a natural high the next time Seaview sails.” Chip tossed him an intentionally sloppy salute and clambered down the steps. “Tuesday night, Scrimshaw Jack’s,” he called over his shoulder. “Try to keep your hands off each other long enough to mark it on the calendar.”

 

He heard Lee swear under his breath and laughed.

 

It felt good to joke again.

 

***********

 

Lee wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to warm up to Sebastian Graham. He had lunch with Alyssa and the older man on Tuesday afternoon solely because she felt it was time they meet under agreeable circumstances. There was nothing wrong with Graham. He seemed a decent enough guy and obviously cared about Alyssa, but Lee couldn’t shake a lingering hint of jealousy. He was respectable, polite and professional, but never really at ease. It was as if Graham had become synonymous with his brief separation from Alyssa and was, therefore, stigmatized by default.

 

Graham wasn’t much better with him. Sebastian went through all the motions, said and did all the right things, but Lee had the distinct impression he didn’t approve of Alyssa’s relationship with a much younger man. Particularly given who that man was. 

 

Several times during the course of lunch Graham casually dropped the names of actors, directors and financiers who, according to him, would have married Alyssa in a heartbeat if she’d only said yes. Each time the name of a supposed admirer came up, Alyssa deftly steered the conversation in another direction until Graham finally gave up and quit altogether.

 

Lee was glad when the lunch was over and he could head back to the Institute. He ran late on a project with Nelson and ended up having to meet Alyssa at Scrimshaw Jack’s. It was after 7:00 when he and the admiral finally walked through the door. Chip, Veronica, Nicole, Alyssa and several of Seaview’s crew were already there, including Kowalski. Somehow the small celebration for Veronica had morphed into a larger party consisting of A and B watches and a few others. Many didn’t know Veronica personally but had gotten wind something was going on and showed up out of curiosity. 

 

Alyssa greeted him with a peck on the cheek, careful not to be too forward with any public display of affection. Nicole greeted them both, slipping her arm through Nelson’s with a wide smile. After awhile Lee headed to the bar to order drinks for him and Alyssa.

 

“There you are!” He’d just picked up his beer and Alyssa’s wine when Veronica appeared at his shoulder and gave him a hug. Her face was flushed, her eyes sparkling. It was the happiest he’d seen her since she’d shown up on Chip’s doorstep. “I was just chatting with Alyssa, Lee. I’m so glad you worked things out.”

 

With his hands full he couldn’t return her hug, but smiled down on her. “Your locket helped. It was the perfect gift.” He did a quick scan of the crowd, catching Alyssa at a corner table talking to Chip, Nelson and Nicole. Dressed in a pale yellow silk blouse and crisply tailored white slacks, the locket was plainly visible around her throat. “Hopefully, the next time you visit we’ll have less drama.”

 

“I don’t know.” She locked her hands around his arm, chatting companionably as he headed for the table, weaving carefully through the crowd so as not to spill his drinks. “I like the way things turned out . . . with you and Alyssa. And I got to meet a really great guy.”

 

Lee chuckled. “You mean Ski?”

 

“He’s amazing,” Veronica confirmed with an infatuated little sigh. She craned her neck looking toward the back of the room where Kowalski was talking to Patterson and Riley. “The only problem is now that I’ve told him whose sister I am he’s developed a sudden case of keeping his distance. I just know it’s all Chip’s fault.”

 

“He’s just looking out for you.”             

 

“I don’t need him looking out for me. Ricky’s a sweet guy, and I happen to like him a lot. I already read Chip the riot act. I just want you to reinforce it.”

 

“Wait a minute.” Lee came to a halt, looking down on her. “I don’t want caught up in the middle of your love life.”

 

“I think you owe me, considering I was in the middle of yours.”

 

She had him there. And all things considered, Veronica could do a lot worse than Kowalski. Lee had a lot of respect for Seaview’s most senior rating and considered him a friend. True, Ski was sometimes a little too quick on the uptake, speaking out of turn, but he certainly didn’t lack in guts, leadership ability or loyalty.

 

“Okay. I’ll talk to Chip.”

 

“And look after him too.” Veronica smiled. “He might be my annoying older brother, but he’s the only one I have. Someone has to keep him supplied in Rocky Road when I leave.”

 

Lee laughed. “That much should be easy.”

 

***********

 

Two hours later, conversations were still going strong. From her vantage point at a booth in the rear, Alyssa noted Kowalski had worked up the nerve to join Veronica at the bar. Chip was engaged elsewhere, busy talking to Chief Sharkey and Bobby O’Brien, several tables away. Harry and Nicole had left to chat with Dr. Jamieson, leaving Alyssa and Lee momentarily alone.

 

She was surprised when he leaned back and draped his arm around her shoulders. Their booth was mostly private, but Lee tended to be reserved with affection in public - - both because of his position as captain and because Harry had reacted so badly the one and only time Lee had kissed her in front of the crew. Their relationship had been secret then, catching Harry completely off guard, making him feel foolish. It had caught her and Lee off guard as well when the crash doors to the observation nose opened unexpectedly, revealing her and Lee locked in a kiss. Pride more than anything had caused Harry to unload on Lee. He’d at least had the good judgment to do it in private, but ever since that verbal dressing down Lee had been cautious not to be overly demonstrative in front of his crew.

 

She knew most everyone had been aware of their recent separation and the rampant undercurrents at Harry’s Midsummer Celebration. Tonight, she was greeted politely, but it was as if the crew wasn’t entirely sure they’d patched things up. For the most part they had kept their distance.

 

“Not like a red carpet premiere, is it?” Lee asked indicating the noise level.

 

She smiled. “I don’t need limousines and champagne to enjoy myself, Lee.” Sometimes it felt like they came from two separate worlds, yet he fit so easily in hers. He might not like the limelight but his natural confidence and impeccable social skills put him at ease in most any situation. She wondered if she blended half as well in his world as he did in hers. “I like being around your men. I’m just not sure they know what to make of me. For awhile I was the Captain’s Lady. Now I’m the resident witch.”

 

“That’s crazy. You’re still the Captain’s Lady.” Lee’s voice carried a stern edge. Recognizing the sharpness, he sighed and shook his head. ‘I’m sorry, Alyssa. It never dawned on me you’ve been under scrutiny from the start.”

 

Puzzled, she cast him a curious glance. “What do you mean?”

 

“That I’ve had to adjust to the press putting our relationship under a microscope, but you’ve had the same from Seaview’s crew.”

 

Her lips curled as understanding dawned. “They’re just very loyal to you, Lee. I can’t fault them for that.”                                              

 

“No. But I can make sure they understand how I feel about you.” Bending closer, he pressed his lips to hers. She tensed, taken aback by the warmth of his mouth moving against hers. It wasn’t the kind of kiss he would have given her in bed - - the kind that left her quaking and sucked the soul from her body - - but it was far more than the chaste displays of affection he usually reserved for public. Relaxing, she slid her hand onto his shoulder. 

 

She was abruptly aware of a thick and heavy silence. He seemed to sense it too, drawing back slowly. But he smiled and there was a hint of recklessness in his eyes before he looked away.

 

“Admiral.” 

 

The dismay she felt dug deeper when she realized Harry was standing by the table, and every face in the bar was focused on her and Lee. She had the same shocky feeling she’d felt that day in the observation nose when Lee’s crew had caught the two of them in a passionate embrace. It was as if a curtain had been raised abruptly, leaving her exposed on a stage.

 

“Well, you certainly took your damn good time about it,” Harry grumbled, looking at Lee.

 

“Sir.” Sitting straighter, Lee pulled his arm free of her shoulders. “I’m sorry, Sir, I don’t follow. I realize you don’t like public displays of affection…”

 

“Except where warranted, Commander. If you hadn’t kissed her soon, I would have ordered you to.” He leaned close to the table, pitching his voice low. “The crew needed to know you’re a couple again. I want my boat back the way it was.” Winking, he drew back and raised his glass, pitching his voice to the room. “To the Captain and his Lady.”

 

The room erupted in applause and a chorus of ‘hear, hears.’ Shocked, Alyssa looked to Lee. Just that quickly, she’d been accepted back into the fold. It amazed her to realize that when Lee’s crew treated her with courtesy and respect, fawning over her like a celebrity, it actually had nothing to do with her high-profile career, reputation or fame. They embraced her not because she was Alyssa Halston, world-famous-fashion-model, but because she was Alyssa Halston, Lee Crane’s lady. 

 

Her fingers went to her throat, lightly brushing the cover of the locket he’d given her.

 

‘Forever,’ he’d promised.

 

She was beginning to believe it would come true.

 

***********

 

“We’re clear of the harbor, Captain,” Chip relayed to Lee.

 

“Very well, Mister Morton. Take her down ninety feet.”

 

“Aye, Sir.” Chip gave the command then joined his friend at the plotting table in Seaview’s control room. As expected, Lee’s disposition was vastly different than the last time the boat had sailed. The mood of the crew followed accordingly, telling Chip they were in for a good cruise. Amazing what a healthy love life and a steady diet of sex could do.

 

Veronica had packed up and left for Arizona, giving him his apartment back. He had a feeling she hadn’t entirely written Kowalski out of her life, but the distance between them made Chip breathe easier. In no time Ski would be back to playing the field and Veronica would meet someone new to make her forget the rating and Mason. 

 

Nelson and Nicole were as chummy as ever, but as Seaview was taking Dr. Rook back to the Leviathan II, Chip expected that relationship would cool as well. 

 

Or maybe not.

 

Nic was strong-willed and definitely wasn’t shy about getting what she wanted. Nelson was another story. Some of the crew were already taking bets as to how long it would be before he became totally immersed in a new project and forgot anyone else existed - - including Nicole.  

 

And then there was Lee.

 

The general consensus of the boat was that the captain was a goner, bagged for life. There were a few dissenting votes, certain he’d tire of Alyssa and move on, but most who knew him, and especially those who knew him well, had laid odds he was committed for the long haul. Or as Chief Sharkey put it - - ‘there ain’t gonna be another.’

 

Chip was inclined to agree.

 

“So,” he said, picking up a slide rule from the table and pretending interest. “You were late getting to the boat. Long night or full morning?”

 

Lee kept his eyes lowered, marking a change on the chart, but he grinned openly. “Both.”

 

Chip made a tsking sound. “You know what they say about too much sex, Lee - - it kills your stamina.”

 

“I guess you don’t have to worry about that since you’re…” He stopped and fixed Chip with a sideways glance. “What was the term? ‘ Ecstatically single?’”

 

Chip gave a grudging snort. Lee had him there. “Don’t be so damn cocky. For all you know, I could show up one day with a wedding ring on my finger.”

 

“Sure you could. And I’m Jiggs Starke’s favorite captain. Admit it, Chip -- you like being a bachelor.”

 

“There’s nothing wrong with that.”

 

“I didn’t say there was.” Lee went back to studying the chart, marking another adjustment. He was silent a moment then cleared his throat. “Just for the record, if I did . . . you know . . . get married someday  . . . nothing would change. Not between us or with Seaview . . .”

 

“Or ONI?” Chip challenged. He knew he’d hit a sore spot. Since becoming involved with Alyssa, Lee had taken fewer assignments from the Office of Naval Intelligence. Nelson had been elated to see that involvement wane though he didn’t openly address it. Lee still thrived on impossible situations, but his recklessness had been tempered by the knowledge he had someone waiting for him when he returned to port. Chip was sure that someday soon, ONI would become a thing of the past for Lee Crane. His friend just hadn’t made the final break, giving up covert operations completely.

 

Lee shrugged. “ONI is a different scenario. You’re missing the point.”

 

“Okay, I’m missing the point. So, what is it?”

 

Lee looked at him squarely. “I’ve come to the conclusion I don’t have to choose one life over the other. In the past, that’s always been a stumbling block for me. Mostly because the majority of the women I was involved with couldn’t accept a balance between a life at port and a life at sea. I think Alyssa and I are making that work.”

 

“So she’s the one?” Chip saw it coming a mile away. 

 

Unwilling to answer, Lee turned his attention back to the chart. “Coordinates, Mister Morton,” he said quietly.

 

“Aye, Skipper.” Chip smiled and turned to the internal navigator. Lee avoidance of the question told him exactly what he needed to know. “Nice to know I can still read you, Crane,” he mumbled so only Lee could hear. 

 

Eighteen years after Annapolis that hadn’t changed.

 

*****End*****

 

I’ll be hopping around in the timeline after this and returning to season one for my next story. Eventually, I will address the plot threads still left open in this story arc. I hope you enjoyed the tale! 

 

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