Obsession. Lisa Jackson

wind teased the hem of her dress or the drops of saltwater dried on her skin.

      Once, she caught him staring at the dusky hollow between her breasts. She couldn’t breathe for a second. Instinctively she placed her hand over the halter of her swimsuit and his gaze moved, but not before she saw the flame in his eyes. Without a word, he tossed her a beach towel and kept his distance from her for the rest of the day.

      It wasn’t until the next year, after the success of Someone to Love, when they were filming in Victoria, British Columbia, that their relationship changed. Her parents had stayed with her on the set for two weeks, then flown back to California.

      Kaylie, feeling restless, paced in her room. From her window, she spied the storm clouds gathering to the west, reflecting her own mood as they shifted in dark patterns on the water. She opened the window, feeling a stiff breeze, smelling the heavy scent of rain. There was electricity in the air, currents as charged as her emotions, and she couldn’t think of anything but Zane and what it would be like to kiss him.

      She told herself she was crazy, that her mother would tell her she was in the throes of puppy love, that her feelings for Zane were nothing more than a schoolgirl crush.

      Nonetheless, she was wild for him.

      For the first time in her life she had sexual fantasies, and they always involved Zane. Sometimes she blushed just looking at him.

      After filming, she and Zane decided to walk back to the hotel. The wind picked up and the clouds overhead opened. Huge raindrops peppered the ground, forming puddles. “Come on,” Zane said, turning up his collar and grabbing her hand as he dashed across a street. “We’ll catch a cab.”