It spoke of exactly how bad off they were that Denny let him. He took the helm, or what was left of it, and tried not to think about anything other than keeping them afloat.
Dorie found Brandy sick as a dog. Cadence wasn’t in much better shape. Convinced they needed sustenance, she put on her life vest and attempted to make her way to the galley, thwarted by the heavy rocking of the boat. But she was far too determined to let a little wind and water stop her, and finally, bruised and battered, she made her way up the stairs.
If Christian caught her, he’d probably be pissed off, but he was the one who’d put her in charge of the patients, so really he had no one to blame but himself.
She didn’t see Christian. She didn’t see anyone as she fought her way to the deck, where for a moment she just stood, holding on to the railing for dear life, staring at the bow of the ship as it lifted and fell, making her feel as if she stood on a seesaw. Worse, she knew it was daytime but the skies were so dark and stormy, it could have been before dawn for all the light the day was giving off.
Rain pelted her, the wind whipped at her, and the dark, misty gray air seemed to take on a life of its own, swirling around her, almost swallowing her up.
With the fog and mist so dark and heavy, she couldn’t even see five feet in front of her, and she began to rethink this whole needing food thing, even more so when she heard the haunting voices again.
“Not again,” she said to herself, trying to blink the fog away. “I’m not hearing things-”
“It ends here…”
Or that’s what she thought she heard, and frustrated by her lack of vision, she rubbed her eyes as if she could rub the storm gone. Blinking hard, she tried to focus-
“Ohmigod,” she whispered to no one, staring ahead at the shadowy silhouette of two men, locked together against the railing. She couldn’t tell if one was trying to help the other, or-
The shadow on the right collapsed and tumbled over the railing.
Vanishing from sight.
The boat pitched, and she went flying into the hull, hard enough to rattle the teeth in her head, and when she scrambled to her feet again, she was alone on deck.
No shadowy figures at all. She shook her head, rubbed her eyes, and looked again. Still nothing.
Real, or Memorex?
Racing back downstairs, she burst into Cadence’s room, only to find Brandy and Andy there as well. Dripping all over the place, she counted heads.
“You just missed Ethan,” Andy said, munching on a chunk of cantaloupe. “He and Bobby put together a feast for the stowaways.”
Brandy lifted her head from her prone position on the bed. “And since Christian took over for Denny for a bit, the captain popped his head in on his way to get some shut-eye. He thought the storm would blow over by afternoon, but he promised to make it up to us.”
Dorie stared at them. Everyone was accounted for. Which meant not only was she hearing things, she was now seeing things. No more hitting her head, she decided, sinking wearily to a chair. Her brain couldn’t take it.
Christian helmed the boat for hours, which took all of his brain power so he couldn’t think of anything else. Finally, at some point in the late afternoon, Denny came back on deck, not looking so rested, but fit enough.
Christian left him to hit the galley for food.
Ethan sat at a table, studying a map.
They’d been in tight situations before, the tightest actually, and through it all, Christian had never seen the chef look anything but perfectly put together. Now Ethan didn’t look perfectly put together. His hair was wild, and so were his eyes. He was covered in sweat or rain, or maybe both, and when he saw Christian, he shook his head. “We’re kicking the bucket. Jesus Christ, we’re really kicking the bucket.”
“Not necessarily-”
“Denny’s not pulling this one out of his ass, not this time.”
“Where’s Bobby?”
Ethan lifted a shoulder. “Haven’t seen him in awhile.”
“Is he sick?”
“Probably just lazy.”
Denny yelled for them then, and they ran on deck. When he saw them, Denny shook his head and called, “Prepare the raft.”
Christian took one beat to stare at Ethan while the horror sank in, and then he whipped around, back the way he’d come, down the stairs to get to their guests.
To Dorie.
He found her, always with Brandy, Cadence, and Andy, all together in Cadence’s bunk, playing cards. Cadence and Brandy sat on one side of the bed, Andy and Dorie on the other, so close their thighs were touching. In fact, Andy had his hand braced on the mattress, extremely close to Dorie’s ass.
“I’m winning,” Dorie told Christian. “They wanted to play-” She stopped talking at the look on his face and slowly rose to her feet, holding on to the wooden frame of the bed for balance. “What’s the matter?”
“We’re going to have to go up on deck.”
“Why is that?”
How to tell someone with eyes like a soulful river that she was in danger, more danger than she’d ever been in her life?
“Christian? You’re scaring me.”
Outside of being in bed with a woman, he’d never been much of a toucher. It seemed too personal, too… close. But he reached out now and squeezed her hand. Maybe he did it to see if there’d be that odd charge of current between them-there it was-maybe he did it to see if he could get her to look at him the way she sometimes did, with wonder and anticipation.
She did that, too.
Suddenly he wished he’d found a way to be alone with her, to strip them both down to skin and go for it, just to see if this crazy thing would go away. “I’ll explain on the way.” He moved forward and helped them all off the beds. They’d already put on their life vests, and were as ready as he could get them. “Let’s go.” He pushed Cadence and Brandy toward the door, then Andy.
Dorie pulled on his arm until he looked down at her. “The storm isn’t over yet.”
“No.”
“Then I can only think of one reason to go up on deck.” Her breath caught. “Do I need to be freaking out, Christian? Because I’m about an inch away from it right now.”
He looked into her eyes and thought about missed chances. Too damn many of them. “The object of heavy weather tactics is to avoid capsizing, and believe me, Denny is a master of heavy weather tactics.”
“But the waves are high.”
True enough. And he knew that if they were non-breaking waves, they couldn’t capsize a conventional boat with good stability, and the Sun Song had great stability.
But the waves in the wake of this storm were breaking, and therefore could capsize them if high enough. A skilled crew had to maneuver the boat under reduced sails or bare poles, which was good because they were down to bare poles. “It’s going to be okay. Denny’s up there, he’ll tell you what to do.”
“What about you?”
“I’m going to get Bobby.” He pushed her to the door. “We need all the hands we can get.”
“Where is he?”
“Not sure. He vanished a while back.”
Dorie paused, a look of concern coming over her face. “You haven’t seen him?”
“No.”
“What if he went overboard?” she whispered.
“He’s too experienced for that. He might be sick in his bunk.”
The others were already out the door and moving up to deck level, but Dorie held her ground. “Christian-”
“You’re going. I mean it.”
“Earlier, I thought I saw two men on deck, near the front of the boat, at the railing. They were hugging. Or fighting.”
“What were you doing on deck?”
“Getting food. It was so foggy and misty, I couldn’t be sure, and then when I blinked, they were gone, so I figured I imagined it.”
“You probably did.”
“Right.” But she didn’t sound convinced. “I’ll wait here while you go look for Bobby.”
“No.”
She’d dressed for an island adventure in a gauzy shirt and tank top, that ridiculous purse over her shoulder, her eyes just a little too shiny, and he thought, Hell, if she loses it now… but she didn’t. Instead, she did something completely unexpected.