species.
“I took the Zodiac all around the island today and didn’t see a ship,” Adam said. “How did you get here?”
Had Adam been checking up on him, or was he merely making an observation? “I booked passage on a merchant vessel whose route took it near here.”
“Weren’t you worried something might happen and you’d need to leave and couldn’t?” Nicole asked.
He had worried about this some. When Danielle had declined to accompany him, he’d even debated abandoning the idea of a solo trip. But he’d convinced himself that as long as he was careful, the risks were small, and worth the payoffs, which he hoped would include a better sense of his capabilities. He needed to challenge himself and test his limits. Risk was part of the test.
“I have a radio I can use to summon help,” he said.
“Still, it’s a big gamble,” Adam said. “One slip with a machete and it could be all over. Not to mention diving alone is foolhardy.”
Ian nodded. “It’s a risk I was willing to take.”
The last of the mussels eaten, Adam pushed away his empty plate. “We’d better put the steaks on,” he said.
“They’re in the galley.” Nicole sat back and sipped the wine. “Ready when you are.”
Ian hid a smile as he watched the realization hit Adam that Nicole had no intention of fetching the steaks for him. But the big man recovered quickly and retreated to the cabin.
“It’s a beautiful evening, isn’t it?” Nicole said when they were alone. She looked out over the rail at the sunset, which had faded to deep maroon and orange streaks across a silver sky. “I think I’m going to like it here.” She glanced at him. “Is it like this every night?”
“Except when it rains, which it’s done only once since I’ve been here, though I understand in July and August it sometimes rains every afternoon, briefly.”
“We won’t have to worry about fresh water, then,” she said. “And I love those soft, tropical rains. There’s something very…sensual about them, don’t you think?” She traced her index finger up and down the stem of her wineglass, eyes locked to his, telegraphing a message that had nothing to do with rain.
Or maybe that was only his overheated brain imagining she was stroking something other than a wineglass.
Adam returned with the steaks and hijacked the conversation once more. “Nicole says you’re a photographer,” he said. “That you’ve been photographing the reef.”
“Yes. I’m cataloging the sea life here.”
“For a book?” He forked the slabs of meat onto the grill.
Ian shifted in his chair. “Maybe.” Time to turn the tables and interrogate Adam for a while. “What’s your interest here?” he asked. “There are a lot of places to dive.”
Adam ignored the question. He refilled his glass and leaned against the rail. “Nicole said you know a lot about the history of the island.”
“Some.”
“I’m a history professor. Michigan State University. I’m interested in the nautical history of this area.”
“You mean pirates.”
Obviously Adam hadn’t expected this. He studied Ian through narrowed eyes for a moment. “Why do you say that?”
“Pirates are about the only thing significant in Passionata’s Island’s history that I’m aware of. That and the curse.”
“A curse?” Nicole leaned forward in her chair. “What curse?”
He had their attention now, and took his time finishing his wine and setting aside his glass before he proceeded. “Well, the story is that on the gallows, Passionata pronounced a curse on the island. She said no one would ever again be able to live here, that her treasure would be forever hidden and that only disaster would befall any who tried to recover it or reclaim the island.”
Nicole’s dark eyes clouded and she glanced at Adam. “I hadn’t heard that.”
“Fairy tales.” Adam checked the steaks, then sat across from Ian once more. “History is full of things like that, mostly apocryphal.”
Ian shrugged. “All I can tell you is that the treasure has apparently never been found—if the British government actually left any behind when they cleared the island in late 1714. In the 1820s, settlers from Jamaica tried to establish a colony here. They were wiped out by disease. The island itself was almost completely destroyed by a hurricane in 1850.”
The skepticism left Adam’s eyes, replaced by a definite interest. “Tell me more about this hurricane.”
“I don’t know much more,” Ian said. “There was a major storm here around 1850 that completely submerged the island and destroyed most of the vegetation. From what I’ve read, it took more than a hundred years for the jungle to return to its present condition.”
“But Passionata’s tower survived,” Nicole said.
“Yes,” he said. “If you check out the construction of that thing, it’s rooted deep in solid rock. The bottom walls are three feet thick. It’s as close to indestructible as a man-made building can be.”
“Steaks are ready,” Adam announced and began forking them onto a plate.
Nicole brought out potatoes and they settled in to eat. Not having had fresh beef for more than a week, Ian’s attention was riveted for the first ten minutes of the meal.
But gradually, his hunger sated, he became more aware of the woman across from him at the table. When he looked up, he found Nicole’s gaze fixed on him. And judging by the mysterious smile that played about her mouth, she wasn’t unhappy with what she saw.
As soon as dinner was over, Adam excused himself to go below. The abruptness of his departure surprised Ian. “What’s his problem?” he asked Nicole as he helped her clean up.
“Don’t mind him,” she said. “When he fixes his mind on something, he’s the typical absentminded professor. He forgets to eat or sleep or anything.”
Ian glanced toward the door to the cabin. “What’s on his mind right now?”
She shrugged and picked up a stack of plates. “Probably hurricanes or curses—no telling what you said that set him off.” She grinned. “But at least you and I will be alone now.”
He smiled back. “Let’s leave the dishes for later,” he said.
“Oh, I intend to. I’m going to leave them for Adam to do. After all, I did most of the cooking.”
Carrying the assortment of glasses, he followed her to the galley. “How do you and Adam know each other?” he asked, mentally bracing himself for the news that they were former lovers.
“We were roommates for a while, in a house with a couple of other people.” She filled the galley’s tiny sink with dishes and glanced over her shoulder at him. “I guess we hit it off because he’s one of the few men I’ve been around who treated me like one of the guys. I feel about him the same way I feel about my brother.”
“He treats you like one of the guys? What—is he gay?”
She laughed. “Not at all. There’s just no physical chemistry between us. And we don’t want there to be.”
“So…is there a man in your life? A romantic relationship?”
“There was.” She turned to face him. “Until I found out that for most of the time he’d been seeing me, he was also sleeping with a topless dancer he met at some sleazy club. Probably others, as well.”
Ian winced. “Guess we’re in the same boat.”
She