there was another first. Not once in three months had Harry called Jack by name. Not once had he asked for anything.
Jack, help her.
‘She can swim back herself.’
‘She’s frightened,’ Harry whispered. ‘What if a big wave comes and washes her off?’
‘Then she’ll have to swim.’
‘But she’s scared.’ And as if confirmation was necessary, Maisie’s howls grew louder. She squatted on the sand and shivered, every inch of her proclaiming she was one terrified mutt, stranded on a desert island for ever, doomed to starve to death or drown on an incoming tide.
‘Jack …’ Harry whispered. ‘Jack!’
And a man had to do what a man had to do.
‘If I swim out and fetch her, promise you won’t move from here,’ Jack told his nephew, and Harry nodded.
‘Hurry.’
Maisie was now crouching low, as if the sand was about to give way beneath her. Her howls had given way to whimpers. Loud whimpers.
‘Promise out loud,’ Jack demanded of Harry.
‘I promise.’
The kid had talked. Even if he took him home now, the barrier of silence had been broken. Great, he thought grimly. Now all I have to do is rescue one stupid dog.
He hauled off his shoes, shirt and pants, thanking fate that he was wearing decent boxers. He hesitated for a moment, thinking he really didn’t want to leave Harry on the beach, but Harry met his gaze head on.
‘I promise,’ he said again, and it was enough. The two words were a joy all by themselves. They were almost enough to make him turn to the water with enthusiasm, to plough into the shallows, to dive through the waves, to swim the twenty or so strokes it took him to reach the island spit.
Finally he hauled himself out of the water and headed for Maisie … who waited until he was less than six feet from her and then bounded to her feet, grabbed her ball, launched herself back into the water and headed for shore.
Jack was left standing on his island in his boxers, staring helplessly after her.
Maisie made it back with no effort at all. She bounded up the beach to Harry, dropped the ball at his feet and turned to stare out at Jack.
Her tail was whirring like a helicopter. Even from where he was Jack could sense the grin. This was a great dog con.
She walked over the sand hill and saw Jack in the water.
She could see at a glance what had happened. Maisie the jokester dog. This trick almost always worked. Occasionally a parent reacted with anger but usually it was laughter, and Kate could see Jack’s laughter from where she stood. He watched the dog paddle effortlessly through the shallows to the beach and she saw his shoulders shake.
She was smiling as well. So the humour remained.
She’d liked this man.
She’d also thought he was gorgeous—and he still was. He’d stripped to his boxers. He stood in the sunlight, the late afternoon rays glinting on his wet body. Even from here she could see the power of the man. He must work out at some time in his seriously impressive schedule, she thought. He looked ripped.
She watched as he headed back into the water, diving into the shallows, diving under, taking a few long, strong strokes before he caught a wave that took him all the way to shore.
Harry and Maisie were waiting, Maisie tail-wagging as if she’d pulled off the world’s best joke, Harry looking worried.
Jack strode out of the water, lifted his small nephew and swung him in a big, wet circle.
‘She fooled us,’ he told Harry. ‘Don’t look so worried. The doggy fooled us both. Isn’t she clever?’
Harry gave a tight little smile. His rigid body didn’t unbend, however, and after a moment Jack put him down.
‘This is a very strange place,’ he told Harry. ‘Do you know, I think it might even be fun. I’m not sure yet, but maybe we should give it a try.’
To be fooled by a dog was one thing. To be fooled by a woman you didn’t trust was another. He set Harry down, looked up, and Cathy was there. Or Kate. Whichever, both of them were laughing.
‘I’m sorry. Donna should have warned you. Maisie always tries that on.’
‘Donna?’ he said dangerously.
‘Our receptionist. She’s supposed to warn everyone. This is Maisie’s favourite party trick to get adults into the water. Strangely, she never tries it on kids. Only adults. She’s so clever.’
‘Right,’ Jack growled. To say he was feeling at a disadvantage was an understatement. He was dripping. He was in his boxers. On the other hand, Kate had obviously cleaned up after her time with Toby. She was wearing a soft blue skirt and white blouse. Her hair was neatly curled on top of her head. She looked fresh, professional … and deeply amused, but …
‘Maisie saved herself,’ Harry pronounced, and he was talking again. That was almost enough to make Jack forget about Kate. Almost. Her chuckle had him entranced.
Kate wasn’t his type. She’d never really been his type, he conceded. Yes, there had been that initial attraction but he liked his women cool, sophisticated.
Kate was cute rather than classically beautiful, he thought. She had freckles. Lots of freckles.
She looked like the girl next door, he thought. So why was he looking at a pair of laughing eyes and thinking … thinking …
He didn’t need to think in that direction. She’d always had secrets and he didn’t like it. This woman had some hidden agenda and Harry’s welfare was at stake. He needed to find out what was going on.
But Kate was no longer looking at him. She’d stooped to crouch before Harry.
‘Hi,’ she said. ‘I’m Kate, Maisie’s mother. I hear your uncle has brought you here to stay for a few days so you can meet Maisie and my friends, the dolphins.’
Harry was back to saying nothing. Kate, however, didn’t appear in the least bit disconcerted. She rose, headed over the sandhill and came back carrying a bucket. Of fish.
‘I dumped these when I saw your uncle saving Maisie,’ she said, returning to them. ‘Wasn’t he brave? But isn’t Maisie clever to trick him? Jack, would you like to go and get dry while Harry and I feed the dolphins? Would you like a little time out?’
It was exactly what he’d like. He was feeling … exposed. He was bare chested, bare legged and a bit chilly now the sun was sinking low, but he still had reservations about this woman. He wasn’t about to leave her alone with his nephew until he knew more.
Harry was still not speaking, but he was peering into the bucket. Fish!
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