Jill Shalvis - The Trouble With Paradise

Brandy’s smile was somber and just a little sad. “I’ve decided it’s not you, you know.”

Dorie appreciated that, she really did. And she knew Brandy’s expectant silence said she was waiting for Dorie to repeat the favor to her. But she couldn’t help but remember how comfortable Brandy had looked brandishing the knife that no one had even known she carried.

Extremely comfortable. Almost as comfortable as she’d looked while recalling how she’d wanted to cut off her ex-husband’s family jewels. “You really thought I hurt Bobby?”

Brandy lifted a shoulder. “If it makes you feel better, I considered Cadence, too. But she jumps at her own shadow, so I can’t see it being her. Christian takes his doctor duties far too seriously to ever break the physician’s oath, and then there’s Andy.”

“Who can’t handle the sight of blood,” Dorie said quietly. “Yeah, I noticed that today.”

“Sort of shrinks our options, you know? Because there just aren’t that many of us left now, are there?”

“No.” She hated this. She sat up, then held her head while it swam for a moment. “Not many options at all, except for the remaining crew. The very people Bobby trusted the most.”

“Trusted?” Brandy shook her head. “I don’t think they trusted each other at all. They work together, that’s it.”

Dorie looked over at Cadence’s empty pad. “And right now, Cadence is with one of them. Probably alone.”

“Yeah.” Brandy stood up, then offered Dorie a hand.

Dorie let her pull her up, then stood very still waiting for her world to stop spinning. “We’re going to check on her.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Even though she’s undoubtedly busy. Very busy.”

“Honey, she’s undoubtedly naked. We’re still going to check on her. It’s what friends do.”

Friends. Dorie wanted that to be true. They walked to the beach, and got yet another unwelcome surprise.

The Sun Song ? Gone .

Third day of no chocolate.

(72 hours, or 4,320 minutes…)

The sun rose over the craggy cliffs, bringing a new day, and what should have been renewed hope. Instead, the morale in camp had sunk to a new low.

The boat had vanished, and no one knew how, or why.

Dorie looked around at the glum faces. Ethan poked at the signal fire, his movements jerky. Denny stood on the beach, the water lapping at his knees, staring at the spot where the Sun Song should have been as if he could bring it back by sheer will.

Andy dragged wood to the fire log by log, as if they’d be here for a while.

Dorie could only hope not.

Cadence was actually sitting. She had her head in her hands. Dorie and Brandy had run into her coming back to the pads, and she’d said nothing. She stood now. “I’m going for a run.”

Brandy, who’d been sitting by the fire reading the People magazine Dorie’d given her from her purse, looked up in disbelief. “Honey, you’re stranded on an island without a mall. There’s no reason to walk anywhere. And that’s the good news. Come read about the latest bitch fight that broke out in Hollywood last week between the two blonde It-Girls.”

“No, you don’t understand. I have to run.”

Brandy leaned in a little closer. “Didn’t you already get your exercise with…” She jerked her head toward Denny’s back. “You know.”

Cadence winced. “No. Actually, I didn’t.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “We didn’t get that far.”

“Why not?”

Cadence glanced at Denny’s back, then lifted a shoulder. “Something stopped me.” She shook her head at the questions in their eyes and stood. “Sorry. I’ve really got to run.”

“Stay where you can be seen,” Denny said, and when everyone looked at him, he turned to face them, looking unusually tense. “For safety.”

Right, Dorie thought. Because their boat had vanished. Oh, and one of them might be a whack job.

“I’ll stay in view,” Cadence said, and took off running on the sand.

Dorie felt as restless as Cadence, and she left the campfire, too, walking toward the forest, where she’d seen Christian vanish a few minutes prior.

“Hey,” Denny called out.

“Waterfalls for a shower,” Dorie called back. “I’ll scream if I need saving.”

Brandy’s gaze said she knew exactly why Dorie was going to the “shower” and who was already there, but that didn’t stop Dorie from making the climb up the rocks anyway, following the now obvious trail to the waterfall. Beneath her feet, the earth was soft and springy. No crunching leaves. Here, everything was wet and giving. Lush.

She’d come here to shower yesterday after her fall. But she’d felt too out in the open, so she’d slipped behind the waterfall. Either that hadn’t occurred to Christian, or he didn’t care, and she had to admit as she came into the Edenlike clearing and took in his long, leanly muscled body, gleaming from the soap he was spreading over himself, he didn’t have reason to care.

The man had it going on.

Being a doctor wasn’t particularly physical, but being part of a sailing crew was, and he’d honed every single muscle on his body to hard, sinewy perfection. She could have looked her fill forever, watching him gliding the soap over his torso, up and down his arms and legs, and-

She should look away, to give him his privacy if nothing else. If someone had been watching her, she’d have been mortified, but she couldn’t move, she could only stand there, tongue hanging out.

When he caught a glimpse of her, he tossed the soap to the edge of the water and put his hands on his hips. She tried to turn away, she really did. But her gaze had a mind of its own, and took itself on a happy little tour down the front of him, past his soapy, glistening shoulders, past those six-pack abs… The man really did have a world-class bod, and asinine or not, she wanted him. She could tell herself it was simply a physical reaction, or even more understandably, an adrenaline rush because of all they’d been through, but it was so much more than that.

Without a word, he turned and dove into the water, just beneath the waterfall, and she let out a long, shaky breath, fanning her face.

Didn’t help.

Then he unexpectedly surged out of the water near her feet like a merman, making her squeak in surprise and fall backward to her butt into the shallow water.

“If you wanted to join me,” he said. “You only had to say so.”

Sputtering, the cold water seeping into her clothes, she shoved her hair from her eyes. The water was only a foot deep, but sitting in the soft sand beneath it like she now was, it lapped just beneath her breasts. “You scared me.”

“Really? Because you don’t look scared, you look turned on.” He glided in, only his head out of the water as he slid his hands up her legs, opening them so that he could swim between them, gaze level with her belly.

She opened her mouth to remind him that hey, they weren’t doing this, but he spoke. “Your head okay?”

“Better.”

“Where is everyone?” His shoulders held her legs open to him as his hands skimmed up to her waist, then up her ribs…

“Um-”

“Occupied?” Dipping his head, he used his jaw to nudge down the skinny strap of her top, while his hands slid beneath, warm against her drenched skin.

“Um… yes. Occupied.”

“Good.” His fingers fisted in the thin material of her tank, and then tugged.

Her breasts popped out. Palming them, he smiled, then gently scraped his beard-roughened jaw over a bared nipple.

He opened his mouth on her, his tongue hot, a sharp, sensual contrast to the cool water.