hit the sand, with her assailant landing on top of her. But she hadn’t spent two nights a week and a small fortune on self-defense classes for nothing.
As she landed she rolled, and before he could get a grip on her, she lifted her knee and made a dent in the man’s chances for future children.
Her aim was off, but good enough to make him fall away from her with a groan.
Leaping to her feet, she took off again.
“Not that way, you idiot!” she heard the man gasp behind her. “Toward the street! Run to the houses!”
And Ellie finally understood what her attacker was trying to tell her.
He was right. Like the idiot he’d called her, she was running up the beach when escape lay toward the neighborhood just beyond it. Heck, Chad’s apartment was only a block away.
Something didn’t make sense here.
Still running, but slowing a bit, she risked a look over her shoulder.
Her assailant remained where he’d fallen, only now he was sitting up and hugging his knees tightly, his head drooping.
Ellie jogged in place, considering the situation, then turned fully around to stare at the hunched figure from a safe distance.
Other than waving an arm toward the town behind them, he ignored her.
“Are you all right?” she asked, taking a few steps toward him but ready to speed away again at the least hint she hadn’t completely clobbered him.
“Peachy. But at least I know all of me works.” He groaned. “Did work.”
She took a few more steps in his direction, the better to give him the full effect of her glare. “Take it as a warning the next time you attack a woman,” she replied coldly. “Just be glad I didn’t connect as well as I should have.”
“Oh, I’m glad. Trust me.” His bitter laugh checked abruptly. “And I didn’t attack you.”
“No? Guess we don’t read the same dictionary. What do you call chasing a woman so you can knock her down?”
“Ah, you can read.” The man’s forehead still rested on his knees, but his tone matched hers for sarcasm. “So why didn’t you? And I call it trying to save your stupid neck.”
“Why didn’t I what?”
“Read the sign,” he growled.
“I did. Since I wasn’t swimming, I don’t see what the problem is.”
At last the man lifted his head so he could gaze at her, his handsome face a study of disgust.
Handsome? The man was drop-dead gorgeous!
“It doesn’t just say No Swimming,” he bit out. “It says, and this is a direct quote, ‘Danger no swimming stay out of the water.’ No commas, no periods, no question marks.”
“I barely had a foot in it,” Ellie replied coldly, then paused. “Are you saying the water is polluted?”
“Of course not. But the water here is dangerous. The sign says so, and I know so. Yet there you were, ignoring the warning like the mainlander you are.”
Ellie sighed. Talk about overreaction! But the night was far too beautiful to argue. So what the heck.
With opportunities in short supply for rescuing damsels these days, let the guy have his water dragon.
“All right. I should have paid attention,” she conceded, by now standing beside him. “Thanks for your, um, efforts on my behalf. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
His smile did weird things to her knees.
“And I’m sorry I frightened you,” he said, putting out a hand. “Even?”
Her knees might be weak, but Ellie’s brain wasn’t. She eyed the out-thrust hand for a long, cautious moment. Still, judging by the lingering pain in the man’s eyes, he probably wasn’t up to much.
Bending toward him, she, too, extended her hand.
“Even,” she said.
As the warm fingers wrapped around hers, the moon came out from behind a cloud and she saw his face clearly.
And liked what she saw.
Movie-star looks honed by an aristocratic bone structure and fine features. A good strong nose set off by an equally strong jaw and wide mobile mouth. Pale hair washed even paler in the moonlight. Eyes…
His eyes looked familiar.
“Have we met?” she asked, finally remembering to withdraw her hand.
Appearing a little unsettled himself, he released it. “Uh, no. I, er, saw you at the party.”
“The Kamehanas’? I don’t remember seeing you there.” She would have remembered.
“There was quite a crowd. You were dancing with a short charmer with a missing front tooth.”
Ellie chuckled. Here was another charmer, she’d bet. And after that unexpected moment of traitorous loneliness at the party, she was in the mood to be charmed…to prove to herself that she could be, perhaps, but also because the night simply begged for light flirtation.
Who better than this extremely handsome man to practice on?
She sat down on the sand. “That was Georgie,” she told him.
“I know. Another cousin, I hear.”
“Really?”
He grinned. “In this case, really, but not always. To Hawaiians, every guest becomes an honorary cousin and is treated like family.”
“It’s a lovely custom.”
They sat silently a moment, listening to the low murmur of the waves brushing the sand a few feet away and to the distant music coming from the neighborhood behind them, probably from the luau they’d both just left.
“Feeling better?” Ellie asked at last.
“Working on it.”
Actually, Daniel felt pretty damn good but was afraid the woman might leave if he admitted it. Even though he had a lot to do himself with the business of getting home again, he didn’t want to break this up just yet.
After years of silence, just sitting on a beach and talking of nothing much with a pretty girl was a small miracle.
“I know I frightened you,” he said tentatively, “but will you tell me your name?”
“Ellie. Yours?”
“Daniel.”
“Not Dan or Danny?”
