The Seduction of Goody Two-Shoes

neck. Ellie’s heart did a peculiar little stutter-step which she blamed, wishfully, on the pulque.

“She was hunting for the fruit bowl,” McCall explained when he saw Ellie’s eyes on him. “There you go, Ink-” He held out his arm, offering the kinkajou a bridge from his shoulder to the table. Instead of using it, she took a flying leap onto Ellie’s shoulder. Ellie gave a gasp of surprised laughter. “Hey-sorry ’bout that,” McCall muttered. “Here-let me get her-”

“No, no-that’s okay-” Ellie turned, shifting her passenger away from the hands that had reached to take her, and one closed instead on her bare shoulder. Just for a moment she felt the warmth and weight of it-altogether different from that of the kinkajou. But she blamed the shiver that rippled down her back on the animal, anyway-just the thrill, she told herself, of having such an elusive little wild creature snuggled next to her ear.

“There,” she said shakily, as she plucked a grape from the bowl and offered it to the kinkajou, “is that what you’re looking for?”

And suddenly, because she couldn’t bring herself to look at the man, feeding the little animal became intensely important, the focus of her total concentration. But she felt the man there beside her…close enough to touch, but not. She could feel him watching her and wondered, if she were to look at him, what she’d see in those eyes of his, whether they’d be that clean, clear blue she remembered, or clouded over with secrets.

That intense awareness and the strange unease that went along with it, were beginning to nibble away at Ellie’s natural good nature. Dammit, she wasn’t accustomed to feeling shaky and self-conscious with people- especially men. She’d always liked men, as friends. She’d never been in love and was sensible enough to realize it, refusing to mistake the giddy crushes of adolescence or the mildly exciting attractions she’d experienced since for anything other than what they were. Maybe she could be so sure of herself because she knew what the real thing-real love-looked like. She’d grown up with it, witnessed it every day in her own parents. She was sure she’d recognize it when and if it ever came her way, and she wasn’t about to settle for anything less. Meanwhile, the way she saw it, men either liked her or they didn’t; it was out of her hands and therefore-possibly because most people did like her-she never concerned herself about it.

She didn’t think she’d ever been in the position before of wanting someone to like her, and being completely clueless as to whether or not they did.

“Excuse me,” she said, covering testiness with exaggerated courtesy, “I don’t mean to pry…but is it all right if I ask you a question? About Inky, I mean?”

McCall’s lips curved wryly in acknowledgment of the sarcasm, but he nodded solemnly and said, “Sure-go ahead.”

“Where-and how-on earth did you get her? She didn’t just wander in out of the garden, like the raccoon?”

“Nope-I bought her.”

Surprise-or the fact that he’d finally moved away from her-gave Ellie the courage to risk a glance at him. Again, he’d managed to catch her completely off guard. Surely, he had to be the last man she’d have thought would buy an exotic pet. But damned if she’d ask. Not if it killed her.

So, while Inky smacked and munched her way through a third grape, she silently watched him rummage through the drawers of a small rattan desk until, with a little grunt of triumph, he came up with a rumpled and badly folded road map. She pretended to give her full attention to the kinkajou when he brought the map back to the table and slapped it down in front of her.

“Some street kids had her,” he said as he took his own chair. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, but instead of lighting one, glanced at Ellie, then laid them on the table. Tapped the pack once, gave it a little push, then spoke to it, frowning. “She was just a baby. I figured she wasn’t going to have much of a chance where she was, so I…bought her. I was going to, you know…wait until she got bigger, then turn her loose.” He paused to clear his throat, squirming in his chair. “But then…well, hell, it didn’t seem like she’d have much chance in the wild, either, since she was so young when I got her. So,” he said gloomily, “it looks like I’m stuck with her.”

“What happened to ‘live and let live’?” Ellie asked softly, addressing the kinkajou. The shakiness was back- though that may have been due to the fact that Inky, having finally had her fill of grapes, was currently exploring the nape of Ellie’s neck.

McCall gave a little snort. “I occasionally have lapses,” he said darkly. “Fits of temporary insanity.”

“Is that what it was?” Ellie’s voice was hushed with suppressed shivers; the kinkajou was snuffling along the topmost bumps of her spine. Oh, and she hoped McCall wasn’t noticing the way her nipples were sticking out, hard as buttons under the soft knit of her shirt. She didn’t dare look at him to see. “Stopping that boy from stealing my purse. Temporary insanity?”

“Hell, I don’t know.” And his voice was like someone shoveling gravel. “What was I supposed to do-let him get away with it? I was there. It just happened.”

Happenstance. “And last night…Jose’s Cantina?”

“Coincidence,” growled McCall. “All I wanted was my usual shot of tequila. Walked into the bar and there you were. Wearing this big sign: Stupid Tourist-Please Mug Me.”

Ellie felt the heat throbbing in her cheeks-odd, because the shivers were still cascading down her back, and her nipples were beaded so hard and tight they hurt. In a voice rigidly controlled and barely audible, she said, “And today? You said you followed me. Couldn’t have been coincidence. Must have been-”

“Insanity-definitely.”

“You didn’t have to help me.” Bracing herself, she shot him a look. “You could have walked away, there on the pier. Why didn’t you?”

In the waiting, ringing silence, Inky crept in under Ellie’s ear and paused there, staring at McCall with eyes wide, nose quivering, for all the world, Ellie, thought, as if she, too, was waiting for his answer. McCall’s eyes dropped to the kinkajou, then lifted slowly back to Ellie’s, and the corners of his mouth curved in a sardonic little smile. He didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. His eyes and the smile said it plainly enough.

Just like the kinkajou, Ellie thought. He doesn’t think I’d have much of a chance out there in the wild…on my own.

“Let’s have a look at that envelope,” McCall said abruptly, reaching again for his cigarettes. “See if we can figure out where it is we’re supposed to be going. Then I’ll take you back to the ship so you can get your things.”

Chapter 6

“Hi, Mom, it’s me.”

“Ellie!” Lucy sat bolt upright under her afghan, gesturing frantically at Mike, who had already hit Save on his computer and was making his way over to join her on the couch. She shifted her feet around to make room for him beside her. “Honey, I’m so glad you called.” Your dad and I have been worried about you. But of course she didn’t say that; she knew Ellie didn’t like to be fussed over. Consequently Lucy made sure her tone was casual when she added, “We’ve been wondering about that…thing you mentioned you had to do. How’d that come out?”

“Well, that’s mostly why I’m calling. I think it’s going to work out fine, Mom, so you and Dad don’t have to worry, okay?” There was a pause, which Lucy wisely didn’t interrupt. Then a small, decisive breath. “The problem was, my partner on this…project I’m working on, he’d gotten sick, and it looked like I was going to have to finish it up by myself. But as it turns out, I’ve found somebody to help me out. So I won’t be going it alone after all.”

“Well,” said Lucy, “that’s nice.” She waited, watching her husband’s eyes, then cautiously ventured, “This new partner-is it someone you know?” Darn, but it was hard, being the mother of independent grown-up children. Hard to know which questions she was allowed to ask and which ones would be considered prying. Hard to know how much concern she was allowed to show without being a buttinsky. She looked at Mike for support once more before adding bravely, “Someone you can trust?”

There was another pause, and then an oddly thoughtful, “Yes, Mom, I believe I can.”

But, thought Lucy, she didn’t answer the first question.

“Anyway, Mom, Dad, I just wanted to let you know I’m going to be leaving the ship, so I probably won’t be able