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astonished pleasure. How many times had he told her about the boat he’d build one day? It had seemed to Kate it had been his only concrete ambition. Mahogany on oak, he’d said. A seventeen-foot sloop that would cut through the water like a dream. He’d have bronze fastenings and teak on the deck. One day he’d sail the inner coastal waters from Ocracoke to New England. He’d described the boat so minutely that she’d seen it then just as clearly as she saw it now.
    “I told you I would.” Ky turned away from the mast and faced her. She, in the doorway, had the sun at her back. He was half in shadow.
    “Yes.” Feeling foolish, Kate tightened her grip on the briefcase. “You did.”
    “But you didn’t believe me.” Ky tossed aside the sandpaper. Did she have to look so neat and cool, and impossibly lovely? A trickle of sweat ran down his back. “You always had a problem seeing beyond the moment.”
    Reckless, impatient, compelling. Would he always bring those words to her mind? “You always had a problem dealing with the moment,” she said.
    His brow lifted, whether in surprise or derision she couldn’t be sure. “Then it might be said we always had a problem.” He walked to her, so that the sun slanting through the small windows fell over him, then behind him. “But it didn’t always seem to matter.” To satisfy himself that he still could, Ky reached out and touched her face. She didn’t move, and her skin was as soft and cool as he remembered. “You look tired Kate.”
    The muscles in her stomach quivered, but not her voice. “It was a long trip.”
    His thumb brushed along her cheekbone. “You need some sun.”
    This time she backed away. “I intend to get some.”
    “So I gathered from your letter.” Pleased that she’d retreated first, Ky leaned against the open door. “You wrote that you wanted to talk to me in person. You’re here. Why don’t you tell me what you want?”
    The cocky grin might have made her melt once. Now it stiffened her spine. “My father was researching a project. I intend to finish it.”
    “So?”
    “I need your help.”
    Ky laughed and stepped past her into the sunlight. He needed the air, the distance. He needed to touch her again. “From your tone, there’s nothing you hate more than asking me for it.”
    “No.” She stood firm, feeling suddenly strong and bitter. “Nothing.”
    There was no humor in his eyes as he faced her again. The expression in them was cold and flat. She’d seen it before. “Then let’s understand each other before we start. You left the island and me, and took what I wanted.”
    He couldn’t make her cringe now as he once had with only that look. “What happened four years ago has nothing to do with today.”
    “The hell it doesn’t.” He came toward her again so that she took an involuntary step backward. “Still afraid of me?” he asked softly.
    As it had a moment ago, the question turned the fear to anger. “No,” she told him, and meant it. “I’m not afraid of you, Ky. I’ve no intention of discussing the past, but I will agree that I left the island and you. I’m here now on business. I’d like you to hear me out. If you’re interested, we’ll discuss terms, nothing else.”
    “I’m not one of your students, professor.” The drawl crept into his voice, as it did when he let it. “Don’t instruct.”
    She curled her fingers tighter around the handle of her briefcase. “In business, there are always ground rules.”
    “Nobody agreed to let you make them.”
    “I made a mistake,” Kate said quietly as she fought for control. “I’ll find someone else.”
    She’d taken only two steps away when Ky grabbed her arm. “No, you won’t.” The stormy look in his eyes made her throat dry. She knew what he meant. She’d never find anyone else that could make her feel as he made her feel, or want as he made her want. Deliberately, Kate removed his hand from her arm.
    “I came here on business. I’ve