Jinxed!

the water brisk. Very, very brisk.

After a token few seconds of symbolic cold showering, she adjusted the spray to get hotter. At the same time, she couldn’t help but wish that last night’s falling out had never happened, that he would just join her, fitting his body to the back of hers, his penis prodding her between the thighs. As he grew harder, she’d grow wetter, spreading open for him until he thrust inside, tearing her apart and making her forget about…

Ack!

The water had gone cold, so she shut it off. Thanks, curse, she thought. Can’t you even allow me to fantasize properly?

Confusion made the rest of her routine clumsy. Her stomach clenched as she replayed the confrontation over and over. Boy, she’d been a real winner, picking a fight with Wes to keep her own heart safe. Smart, real smart. Just remembering the disappointment on his face when she’d pretty much told him that he couldn’t be taken seriously devastated her-and puzzled her.

Dammit. She didn’t want him to be more than a fling. Why couldn’t he have just stayed that way?

Last night, after returning to the room, she’d punished herself mentally while waiting for him: hours of cussing at herself and wondering how she could repair the damage, if at all. Finally, eyes burning, she’d fallen into deep, blessed oblivion, touching his pillow and realizing on the cusp of unconsciousness that she wished it were Wes instead.

As she combed out her hair, she carried on with her self-chiding. If Wes had found another way to amuse himself last night-God, what if he had?-she…Well, she wouldn’t blame him. Right? Definitely not. In fact, if she were him, she would’ve lost patience with this whole sexless cruise a long time ago. But he’d stuck it out, much to her surprise. Until last night, that is.

Did he really feel something for her?

You’re not ready for that, Erin, said her protective ’fraidy cat within.

Yet, when she came out of the bathroom to find Wes lying on his stomach with a pillow over his head, her heart wrenched with reminders of how good he’d been to her, how patient, how affectionate.

If I take this chance with you, will I end up right back where I was after William? she asked Wes silently while watching the rise and fall of each breath he took. Except will I come out too bitter to recover this time? Or should I go with what my deepest hopes are telling me? Should I trust you?

Erin must’ve stood there for a long time just looking at him, the sunlight slanting over his bare back like a clock hand stretching from one hour to another.

Ultimately, she gathered her guts, then scribbled a note telling him she’d be at the Lido restaurant with her usual morning coffee.

But what if he was too ticked off to meet her?

Yessss, ’fraidy cat said. Then you’re safe.

She left the cabin, steeling herself for his decision either way.

WHEN WES FOUND THE NOTE, he quickly got ready, images of that pilot at the bar still haunting him. To make things even more nerve-racking, he had a million questions, too.

Why did Erin want to meet with him away from the cabin? To smooth things over without the diversion of sex distracting them, or to break things off, period?

If Wes had any say in the matter-and he damned well did-all the curses and barriers to being with her would end right now.

He took the stairs to the appointed Lido restaurant and, there, on the nearly deserted deck, he found Erin, dressed in white jeans and a sweatshirt with the Yes, Sweetie candy shop logo on it. With the ship anchored far away from shore, the ocean’s breeze tousled her short blond hair.

Fluid ecstasy shot through his veins, pumping him with an emotion he’d never given a name to before. But, now, he thought he knew what it was-or what it could be, if he were only given a chance to make it solid.

He walked to the table, sat down, hoping she was feeling the same thing at seeing him first thing in the morning.

When they locked gazes, something exploded in the space between: a loaded shift of awareness that made her gray eyes go silver. A magnificent smile lit over her lips, and she perked up in her chair.

But then her smile turned shy, as if she remembered all the awkward anguish from last night. “I got out of bed around six. I thought you might want to sleep in, so I came up here to wait.”

Wrong. She’d run away from him. Or maybe that goddamned curse had struck again, and somehow forced her to leave the cabin before they might have made love. Who the hell knew.

He blinked. Had he just referred to “making love”? Wes hadn’t ever really thought of it that way before. “Screw,” “boink,” “get nasty”-he’d referred to sex every which way but this.

“I didn’t need to sleep in. It’s not like I did anything to exert myself,” he said, hoping she understood what he was hinting at: that he hadn’t fooled around on her last night, even though many scantily clad opportunities had been running around that casino.

Relief seemed to blanket her, and she chanced a wider smile. “So…” She put down her coffee cup. “It’s Fun Day at Sea. You up for some miniature golf? Some drinks by the pool while we listen to the reggae band?”

She paused there, pursing her lips. Neither of them should even dare mention sex right now, but it still flapped in the air like a torn, hardly forgotten banner.

“Or maybe,” Erin added, “we just need to talk.”

Nerves screeching-this was it, everything he’d been waiting for-he leaned forward. “I’m sorry you thought that all I had in mind was a weekend-long bangathon. Maybe I can’t help coming off like a wolf. Don’t get me wrong-I was hoping we would get around to it…” He sighed. “But that’s not entirely why I asked you to come.”

“Actually, Wes, I think asking me to come is what all my issues are about.” She traced the edge of the table, but then lifted her head, as if forcing herself to face whatever was going on in that head of hers. “This curse thing has really thrown a wrench in all the fun I was ready to have with you. Believe me, I was planning to spend a lot of time in that bed, but-” She motioned around with her hands, yet that didn’t conjure up an explanation.

He wished he could help her figure out her own mind. Hell, if he could somehow erase all the discomfort she was obviously feeling right now, he would. He’d take it all on himself.

Her lips parted as she seemed to read that on his face. “Wes…” She trailed off.

“Why don’t you just tell me what’s happening?”

Erin hesitated, knowing she had to come clean. But the bald truth would change everything. It would officially turn a good-time affair into the real deal, and from that point on, it’d go downhill. It’d bring all that helplessness and anger back because she didn’t know how else to handle the sort of rejection William had introduced into her life.

But…what if that didn’t happen?

You’ve already found ‘the one.’

Once again, she glanced at Wes. He was watching her with barely contained…what? What was it?

And why wasn’t it scaring her more now that she was confronting it head-on?

Bolstered, she knew what she had to do: take control of this curse. Stop being life’s little pawn. Make a decision and move out of the limbo fear had stuck her in.

“I’m so sorry for what happened,” she said, choked. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t even mean what I insinuated about your being no more than a player. See, I’ve had sex with one man in my life, and it’s always meant…well, the skies opening, the seas parting. I thought I’d be able to adjust my philosophy with a guy of your- let’s face it-reputation, but then emotions entered the equation, and they were never supposed to. Not with someone like the person I thought you were.” She stopped.

Wes gripped the arms of his chair. “Go on.”

Here it went, here it-

“That prediction? The fortune-teller?” Go, go, go… “You were right. It was about more than just business or lifelines.”

He waited, but she was so nervous that she stood, fretful.

He got out of his seat, too, somehow understanding her need to move around while doing this.