face, there was something arresting about his hazel eyes which shone with bright enthusiasm as he looked round at everyone with eager beaver happiness.
In the meantime, Simon picked up the champagne bottle and with a deft twist undid the metal cage and removed the foil before removing the cork in a practised move which suggested he’d done it a time or two before. Not a drop was spilled and he handed the bottle to her with an easy smile.
‘Thank you; you have had some practice, then.’
‘Lots,’ he said, managing to make the single word sound suggestive.
She grinned at him and filled the glasses one by one, handing them out to Simon, who passed them back around the table.
‘Cheers everyone,’ said Nick in an unexpectedly plummy voice, lifting his glass. ‘To a bon voyage. May all who sail in this vessel have a jolly good time … and if you don’t, I don’t want to know.’ He took an enthusiastic swig of his drink, beaming from ear to ear. ‘Because this boat cost a ton of cash to hire, so anyone that doesn’t enjoy themselves will have to walk the plank. Happy holidays.’
‘Oh, Douglas,’ scolded his girlfriend, pulling her hand away.
Douglas! Maddie blinked, completely confused, and realised she’d mouthed his name. If he was Douglas … No, no way. Maddie shot the man in the far corner a surprised look which, unfortunately, he happened to look up and catch at exactly the wrong moment. He lifted a sardonic eyebrow and she hastily looked away.
He was Nick! And by the look on his face, he knew she’d realised who he was at that very minute. She shook her head slightly and he lifted his champagne glass in a mocking toast.
‘You can be so crass sometimes.’ Douglas’s girlfriend was still scolding him.
‘What?’ he asked with a crestfallen expression.
‘Nothing,’ she said, pursing her lips and sipping at her champagne.
Simon and Siri lifted their glasses, repeating, ‘Happy holidays.’
‘Sorry, m’dear, I should have done proper introductions. I’m Douglas and,’ he added rather proudly, ‘I chartered the boat.’
‘I think we all know that,’ muttered his disgruntled girlfriend.
Ignoring her, he carried on making the introductions. ‘This is my girlfriend, Cory.’ The girl with the blue-black hair nodded politely, her eyes a little vacant as if she were miles away.
‘And over there, that’s Tara and Nick and this is Siri, my sort of cousin.’ He shot her a warm smile.
Siri nodded, while Tara, who was now talking to Cory, didn’t even look up and Nick stared with complete disinterest, away out across the sea.
‘Lovely to meet you all,’ said Maddie. ‘I hope you have a great trip.’
‘I’m sure we will,’ said Douglas. ‘I’ve just briefed Ivan on our course for the next two and a half weeks –’ he tapped at one of the charts on the table ‘– and we’re going to have an excellent time, island-hopping and partying.’
‘I’m sure you’re going to have a wonderful time. Now, would anyone like some canapés?’
‘Lord, yes, I’m absolutely starving,’ said Douglas. ‘And what time is dinner? The girls will want to freshen up, if I know them.’
‘What time would you like it?’ asked Maddie.
‘Cory, Tara, what time would suit you ladies?’
Tara frowned thoughtfully. ‘Well, if I change for dinner, I’m not going to be ready before nine.’
‘Me neither,’ said Cory.
‘Nine?’ Nick looked ill at ease. Serves him right, thought Maddie; he deserved his picky girlfriend.
‘Tara, darling,’ drawled Simon. ‘You don’t need to stand on ceremony with us. Some of us are bloody starving. An airline lunch just doesn’t cut it.’
‘Nine is a little bit late,’ said Douglas apologetically. ‘And we barely ate a thing on the plane.’
‘You had a sandwich and that packet of shortbread biscuits,’ countered Cory, looking quite indignant.
‘That is not proper sustenance,’ announced Simon and Douglas gave him an obliging look.
What a bunch of hen-pecked wusses, thought Maddie.
‘I’m always hungry,’ announced Siri. ‘Let’s eat at seven-thirty.’
Thank goodness for someone decisive.
‘Done,’ said Douglas fervently.
Maddie beat a hasty retreat before anyone could change their mind.
‘You don’t mind, do you, Nicky darling?’ asked Tara, laying a hand on his chest. ‘But I really need my sleep, otherwise I get the most horrendous bags under my eyes. Poor Cory says that Douglas snores and keeps her awake half the night. Not, of course, that you would snore, but I just find it difficult to share a bed.’
‘It’s not a problem,’ said Nick, taking her hand. ‘Besides, I’m not sure I’d fit in a cabin with all your clothes.’
‘Uh …’ She rolled her eyes. ‘Can you believe it? There’s nowhere to hang anything. I don’t know how I’m going to manage.’ She looked at the slim gold watch on her wrist. ‘It’s so tiresome to have to eat so early. The Spanish know how to do it. When we were in Barcelona last year we never ate before ten.’
‘Well, I for one am very grateful that we’re not in Spain,’ said Nick. ‘I’m starving.’
‘Lucky you have such a good metabolism.’ She ran a suggestive hand down his chest. ‘And such delicious abs,’ she added with a naughty expression.
He lowered his head to kiss her, wrapping his arms round her. Touching her lips with his, he pulled her tiny frame closer, conscious as always that she was so delicate. For a second she kissed him back, with a little murmur, and he deepened the kiss, pushing his hands into her hair, stroking the back of her neck. She leaned into him, her hips grazing his thighs, which made his blood start to race.
‘Mmm,’ she said, and then pulled away, immediately smoothing her hair back into place. ‘As the men have decreed an early dinner, I’ve hardly got any time to get ready.’
‘Tara, you look perfect. You always do.’ He pushed her glorious hair back and dropped a kiss on her shoulder. She squirmed, smiling up at him. ‘Nicky, stop tempting me. I have to get ready.’
Knowing it was useless to argue – Tara redefined the word stubborn – he pushed back the ungallant thought that he hadn’t actually ever managed to tempt her.
‘OK, I’ll see you at dinner.’
She pouted. ‘Aren’t you going to knock for me?’
He laughed. ‘If you really want me
