Radclyffe - Wild Shores

“Seven years, ten months.” Gem smiled and broke off a piece of bread from the warm loaf in the breadbasket. “I like to know what I am doing and what I’m getting into before I commit to a course of action. I’ve been happy, comfortable, living that way. You derailed my train a little bit.”

“You’ve pretty much derailed mine too,” Austin admitted.

“Should I apologize?”

“No,” Austin said against all her better judgment. “I wouldn’t want to change a thing.”

Gem glanced out the window. “We’ll be there in a few hours, won’t we.”

“Looks like it.”

Gem smiled, weariness setting in. She had every reason to be tired, but she didn’t think that was it. The road trip was coming to an end, and she had a secret: she didn’t want it to be over.

Chapter Eight

Gem pushed away her half-finished meal, swallowed the dregs of her wine, and placed the glass carefully on the carved wooden coaster decorated with a seashell. She blew out a breath. “I had no idea I was going to go there, and I think I should apologize. It’s probably way too much information at any point, but especially when we hardly—”

“No, it’s fine. Well, not fine fine,” Austin said quietly, “but…” She wanted to tread carefully in the unfamiliar waters. Her emotions were rolling around like a buoy on a rough sea, tilting from one side to the other and occasionally going under altogether. Interpersonal revelations weren’t exactly her strong point. She didn’t think she’d ever had the kind of soul-baring conversation she’d just had with Gem—who in her past would’ve talked to her of something so deeply personal, so meaningful, so revealing? Not her goal-oriented, action-loving family—not her mother, with her cool, calculating surgeon’s brain able to assess any situation and act instantly, no regrets and no second guesses; not her father, the jocular daredevil, who loved to fly into danger and was bored whenever he wasn’t, but never talked about what it meant to face death on a daily basis; not her jock of a brother for whom skill, success, and celebrity came easily. If they’d suffered along the way to victory, they kept the pain, if it was there at all, buried even to themselves. And who would she have talked to if not family—certainly not the women with whom she had fleeting relationships, some more than one night, true, but none where a touch of compassion and understanding was valued more than heat and passion. She and Gem had shared one simple kiss and so much more. She was humbled to be trusted with so much, angry for the pain Gem had suffered, and helpless knowing she could do nothing about it. She cleared her throat. “I should confess right now that I’m really bad at this kind of thing.”

Gem’s smile was a little rueful, a little amused. “This kind of thing being…?”

“Touching when it’s not physical.”

Gem caught her breath. Yes, that was exactly what had been going on between them most of the day. The kiss aside, they’d been touching, exploring, connecting, even when they hadn’t been physically close. No wonder she’d wanted to kiss her. The whole day had been a seduction, and the whole dating scenario had been turned on its head. “I know what you mean. It’s a little disconcerting how easy it’s been to…be with you.”

Austin laughed. “Just a little.”

“I know you’re going to be busy once you arrive at Rock Hill,” Gem said, tentatively feeling her way along an unfamiliar path. “But I suppose you have to eat at some point, get a little fresh air. You do surface now and then, don’t you?”

“My schedule is pretty irregular,” Austin said. She couldn’t make any kind of plans. Best-case scenario, she’d have nothing to do and then she would happily spend a week or so relaxing in some little seaside hotel and getting to know Gem better. Or she could be sitting out on the ocean in a containment ship, getting no sleep and watching an oil spill spread toward land. “But I’d like to see you again, if it’s possible. Maybe I could call you?”

“Sure, yes. That’s good for now, then.” Gem toyed with the empty wineglass. “It would probably be good to slow down and back up a little bit anyhow.”

“As long as we don’t have to start the drive over again.”

Gem laughed, appreciating Austin’s attempt to defuse the tension. “I can’t say I’ll mind getting to the end of this particular road trip. At least in some ways.” She touched Austin’s hand, remembered she’d just said they needed to back up a little, and pulled away. Mixed messages much? “Although I’m glad we had this day.”

“Thanks. Me too.” Austin gathered up the bill the waitress left on their table and pulled out a credit card. “I suppose it’s time we took advantage of the break in the weather and got going.”

“Yes. Give me a minute and I’ll be ready.” Gem rose and headed toward the rest rooms at the far end of the room.

Austin signaled the waitress and checked her phone. Miracle of miracles, she not only had a signal, she had voice mail. Six of them, all brief and progressively more irritated messages from Eloise. The last being, Where the hell are you?

She pressed call back on the last one. Even though it was well after seven and the last time they’d spoken had been three in the morning, Eloise picked up her office line on the second ring. Her greeting was terse. “I did stress there was some urgency to this job, didn’t I?”

“Have you been watching the weather?”

“Of course I’ve been watching the weather. Along with maritime reports, satellite projections of the storm’s trajectory, and hourly updates from the rig. Not to be repetitious, but where are you?”

“About an hour and a half out. I got grounded in Baltimore and I’ve been driving all day, basically getting nowhere. Things have cleared here for the moment, so I ought to get in before ten.”

“Good. Ray is waiting on the rig for you to call. As of an hour ago, the fog was too heavy for the birds to fly. You ought to be able to reach him by phone, though.”

“We have a problem.”

“Really?” Eloise’s cool voice was laden with sarcasm. She must be tired if she allowed that much emotion to show. “What exactly would that be, other than the obvious?”

Austin signed the credit card slip the waitress left, keeping one eye on the far side of the room for Gem’s return. “This wildlife sanctuary isn’t just any wildlife sanctuary. It’s some pivotal point on the Atlantic Flyway.”

“Enlighten me.”

“That’s a particular route that large numbers of endangered species travel this time of year.”

“Why don’t I know about this?”

“I don’t know,” Austin said. “Don’t you have people who research these things?”

“I’m supposed to have,” Eloise said.

Austin was very glad she wasn’t one of those people. “At any rate, it’s not only a locus for scientific research, but also tourism and bird watching. And I’ve never seen a birdwatcher who wasn’t a rabid environmentalist.”

“How exactly did you get all of this information while you were out of touch? If you couldn’t answer my calls, I assume you couldn’t search the Internet.”

“I’m actually traveling with the lead biologist who’s heading up a research team at the sanctuary.”

The line went silent, one of the only times Austin had ever experienced Eloise to be wordless.

“How did that happen?”

“By chance. We ended up getting one of the last vehicles out of the airport—that’s not really important. What is important is that if we do have a spill, we’re going to be under a magnifying glass, even more so than normally.”

“Then I’m glad we hired you.”