that was the end of it?”
She laughed and shook her head. , no.”
Eager to know what happened, Mitchell tried to guess. finally managed to sing louder and you were bad at it?” His smile faded as he realized how cruel a room full of drunks might have been to a child in those circumstances, but Kate shook her head no, and said with mock affront, likemy ending to the story better than yours.”
what’s your ending?”
, once I finally found my voice, I was okay. Good enough, anyway, that everyone got quiet while I sang, and they stayed quiet for a few moments after I finished, and then the clapping started.”
lot of clapping?”
“Lotsof clapping. I naturally took that to be encouragement, so I sang another song for them—something more uplifting that I felt would also demonstrate my mastery of the Irish brogue. While I sang that one, someone gave me a green leprechaun’s hat and a fake shillelagh. And that,” she finished as she started to laugh helplessly, “is when my father walked in. Oh, my God . . .”
was upset,” Mitchell speculated, thinking her father shouldn’t have been all that upset, since she was obviously giving quite an excellent performance.
was a little upset,” she confirmed, laughing harder. see, by the time he arrived, I was no longer standing on a chair, I was standing on the bar—so everyone could see me. I was wearing my green hat, strutting with my fake shillelagh, and singing a rousing rendition of ‘Come All Ye Tramps and Hawkers’ at the top of my lungs. In case you haven’t guessed, a few of the lyrics are a little bawdy, and I was right in the middle of that part when my father’s face appeared in front of mine.”
happened?”
voice dried up in mid-word.”
did your father do?”
whisked me off the bar, and the next day he asked my uncle to use his influence to get me into St. Michael’s immediately so the nuns there could . . . um . . . have a hand in my upbringing. Until then I’d been going to the public school because it was much closer, and taking catechism classes at St. Mike’s on Saturdays.”
Lifting his wineglass to his lips, Mitchell said, that ended your singing career?”
much. From then on, my singing was limited to the church choir.”
At the wordchoir, Mitchell choked on his wine. God the nuns didn’t lure you into their convent and turn you into one of them,” he said aloud, without actually meaning to express the thought.
She chuckled. “Lureme into their convent? They wouldn’t havelet me in if I begged them to! There wasn’t a rule that I didn’t try to bend or twist, and I always, always got caught, just like I got caught singing on the bar by my father. I spent the next years staying after school for one offense or another, and I practically wore out the school’s chalkboards writing things like ‘I will obey the school rules’ and ‘I will not be disrespectful’ one hundred times each. The nuns would have despaired of me completely if I hadn’t sounded so ‘angelic’ when I sang in the choir.”
Mitchell was still struggling to associate the image of an angelic choir girl with the alluring redhead sitting across from him when she added lightly, , it was probably my uncle’s influence and not my singing ability that kept me from being expelled from the fourth grade.”
uncle contributed a lot of money to the church?”
, he contributed a lot of his time. My uncle was the parish priest.”
Mitchell stared at her in comic horror.
Tipping her head to the side, Kate studied his expression. look dismayed about that.”
’m less dismayed than I’d be if you told me you’re a nun.”
would you be dismayed if I were a nun?”
The answer should have been obvious. Since it wasn’t, Mitchell decided it needed to be. He let his gaze drift purposefully to her inviting full lips, her breasts, then back up to her eyes. do you suppose, Kate?”
His meaning was inescapable, and Kate felt a sensual jolt that was centralized in the pit of her stomach, then streaked like hot lightning down her legs to the tips of her toes. Her body’s reaction was so strong and so unexpected that she choked back a nervous laugh and stood up. Trying to look composed and amused, she said sternly, you always so blunt?”
want to be sure we’re on the same page.”
’m not sure we’re even in the samelibrary, ” Kate said, nervously raking her hair back off her forehead. His gaze shifted from her face to her hand and then drifted admiringly over her hair in a way that was so flattering and so seductive that her hand stilled and she felt a flush heat her cheeks.
He noticed that, too, and smiled. think we are.”
Trying to dodge the issue entirely, Kate gave him a look of tolerant amusement. ’re certainly sure of yourself.”
necessarily,” he replied imperturbably. may simply have deluded myself into thinking you’re almost as attracted to me as I am to you. If so, I’m guilty of wishful thinking, not overconfidence.”
As if he hadn’t already wreaked enough havoc on her, he lifted his brows and said, are the possibilities. Take your choice.”
You’re on the wrong page . . . we’re not even in the same library . . . you’re deluding yourself.That’s all she needed to say, Kate realized, but with his piercing blue eyes and his knowing smile leveled on her, she wasn’t certain she could be convincing, not when she wasn’t completely sure herself anymore. Trying to wriggle out of a perilous position, she ignored his instruction to make a choice and laughingly said, hate multiple-choice questions. They’re so . . . limiting.” Before he could say another word or lure her into another trap—or onto his lap—Kate said hastily, want to check on Max and get some more ice for us. Please go on with your meal.” With that, she turned and fled into the suite.
Instead of stopping at the ice bucket, Kate walked straight into the bathroom, flipped on the lights, and closed the door. Bracing her palms on the vanity’s intricate tiles, she let her head fall forward and drew a long, steadying breath, trying to recover her equilibrium. But what she thought about was how it would feel to be kissed by Mitchell and held in his arms.
Frustrated with the direction of her thoughts, Kate lifted her head and scowled at herself in the mirror. How could she even contemplate a brief, meaningless sexual liaison with a perfect stranger tonight when she’d never done anything like that before? The answer was obvious: The stranger waiting for her on the terrace was like a fantasy . . . he was witty, charming, urbane, thoughtful, kind, and—oh, yes—breathtakingly handsome and too sexy. Even the setting was idyllic—they were on a tropical island, dining in the moonlight, surrounded with the heady fragrance of frangipani blossoms and the stirring beat of steel drums playing calypso music on the beach. The timing was flawless, too, Kate realized, because she was about to end her long relationship with Evan.