"What are you doing?" Adam yelled, frowning.
"Climbing up there with him to try to talk him down," she shouted.
Grabbing hold of her arm, he shook his head. "Too dangerous. I'll go."
"Nonsense. I've been doing this for years—climbing crow's nests and whatever else."
"My wife shouldn't place herself in such an undignified position. Especially when I'm an expert on climbing too," he argued at the top of his lungs.
Cocking a brow, she appeared amused. "Let me guess. A… mountaineer?"
"Close. I had a tree house as a child," he yelled, stripping off his jacket. "Besides, I'm bigger. I won't allow you to risk that delectable neck. The bells aren't going to toll for you—not if I'm around."
So saying, he shimmied up the rope, his muscles showcased by his black trousers and white shirt, bulging and straining as he climbed.
Watching Adam wrap his legs around the rope, Eve stared unabashedly at his broad back and the tautness of his buttocks in those buff breeches. The cad really was too attractive for his own good. She sighed. Couldn't he be blessed with bowlegs and a scrawny back? Of course not.
As she watched, Adam shouted something at Hugo that she couldn't make out. Hugo stopped swinging for a moment, studied Adam, and then smiled, his crooked yellow teeth showing. Without further ado, the dwarf scurried down with Adam close behind.
Slightly stunned, Eve watched Hugo bow and hobble out the door. Adam let go of the rope and dropped the last few feet to the ground, his shirt damp with sweat. Oddly, she found the sight erotic.
"Whatever did you say to get him down?" she asked be-grudgingly. She had never gotten Hugo to quit ringing his chimes so quickly. And the silence inside the bell tower was absolutely marvelous.
He bowed formally, grinning. "How do you think? I bribed him."
Rubbing her forehead, she grumbled in exasperation. "I should have known."
Adam chucked her on the cheek, laughing. "Your eyes speak volumes. You're irritated."
"How did you bribe him?" Right now she didn't like Adam one bit. Even if he did have a fine backside, maybe even the finest she'd ever seen. However, her practical side won out. If Hugo could be bribed, she certainly wanted to know how.
"Why, with boiled cabbage and herring, of course."
Eve stamped her foot in frustration. "That's so simple! I can't believe I didn't think of it," she said.
Adam glanced at her thoughtfully as they walked down the spiral staircase. "I wonder, can you be bribed?"
His eyes were dancing mischievously, but also seemed rather serious.
"I am made of sterner stuff," she replied. "So forget nosegays, chocolates, or any of the hearts-and-flowers stuff. I was raised on a pirate ship."
"How about some nice, fresh fish?" he joked.
"Not in this lifetime," she snapped. "I'm not that fond offish."
"Surely you want something. Perhaps my devotion, my heart… ?" The words seemed to echo in the tower, along with their footsteps on the stone stairs.
"You were paid to be here," Eve reminded him curtly. His gaze was much too serious, his words too romantic. She didn't want to feel so warm inside. Yet she could feel heat stealing through her, like after she indulged in a fortifying glass of brandy. She didn't like feeling special because Adam admired her beauty and her wit. She was a doctor. She didn't have time for emotions. His words of adoration and love were merely words, with no real substance. What fool fell in love like this, just because he made her patients laugh? Perhaps she found his wit amusing at times, but that didn't mean she was willing to risk her heart. Her father had done precisely that seven times, and only got it right once. Then her mother died, and the captain had almost gone mad with grief. Her grand-mother had loved her grandfather dearly, only to unearth that he had a vampire mistress. Right after her grandmother's grim discovery, Eve's grandfather died, leaving Ruby to lose herself in her creeping madness. "This isn't real. We're merely playing house," she said. "And by the way, I'd thank you not to engage in the game so ardently."
He grabbed her arm and turned her toward him. Taking her hand, he placed it on his chest. "I'm real, Eve. Feel the way my heart beats for you. I've never felt this before. You make my heart sing. You make my head ring. You make every—"
"Stop! That's just Hugo's bells. Besides, a rogue is always a rogue, and a pirate is always a pirate."
He grinned. "I'm wild about you. How could I not be? It's not every female who could invent a man as debonair, handsome, talented, and adorable as myself—and then end up with him."
"You would have me forget your deception?"
"Life is too short. If all you do is work, someday you'll wake up and find that life has passed you by. That love is only a four-letter word. You need a man who fires your blood, who drives you mad with desire, who flies you to the stars when you make love. I am that man."
His soulful look nearly melted her heart. She could almost believe him, here in the moonlight where romance hung heavily in the air. But staring back into his twinkling eyes, she chided, "It'll take more than poetic words to win my affections. I'm not like my father, falling in love at a glance through rum goggles." And with those words, she slipped through his fingers and off to her study.
Chapter Seventeen
A Fool and His Money—and a Grumpy Leprechaun
Several days later, Adam was helping Fester dig for his pots of gold in the wine cellar at the Towers; he needed some physical activity to divert his lusty thoughts from his wife. At times he was cursing himself six ways to Sunday for being gullible enough to believe. Did Fester really have any gold? Maybe if he bribed the leprechaun with the location of the Blarney Stone, he could find the real answer to the question. Plunging his shovel into the dirt, he mused that perhaps his ship would come in with a crusty little Irishman at the helm.
Although Adam was in excellent shape, it was fortunate that only a thin layer of slate covered the cellar floor. This looking for lost pots was hard work, and he groaned as he began yet another hole. "I must be crazy," he muttered again, stopping to wipe the sweat from his brow.
Fester kept digging. "You'd be in the right place, then, Dr. Adam. But somehow I don't think it works that way."
Realizing he'd spoken aloud, Adam said, "What doesn't work what way?"
"Doctors can't be crazy. If they were, who'd treat the patients?" Fester studied his hole a moment, then turned to glance at where Adam had dug a four-foot pit.
"From the mouths of leprechauns," Adam couldn't help saying, and resumed digging.
"Ye need to dig a good two more feet there," Fester chided him gruffly.
"You're positive this is where you hid your gold?"
"Well, not positive, but possibly," Fester said. "It was a while ago, I got to admit. More than a wee bit ago. Back then I wasn't thinking too clearly, what with the king's men being at me back. I still remember the feel of their icy stares and their hope of trying to ferret out me secrets, ye ken?"
Stopping his digging once again, Adam fixed an eagle eye on Fester's baldhead. "Just how 'possibly'?" He hoped he hadn't been wasting his morning and his good clothes. But then, what did he expect? He had spent a lifetime chasing rainbows, watching his life roll by and his dreams float away like puffy clouds on a hot summer day.
Throwing another shovelful of dirt to the side, he remembered the old saying, The early pirate gets the treasure—though the one who could read a pirate map was even more likely. Just once in his life, Adam wanted to be early rather than late.