Summer Vows (Arabesque) (6 page)

Jacob shifted her bags under his arms. “He doesn’t belong to
me. I’m watching him for a friend who went on a fishing trip.”

“Is that why you keep him locked up?”

“I only put him in the crate because you’re here.”

“You can’t keep him caged just because I’m here, Jacob. That’s
cruel.”

“After he gets used to your scent you’ll be all right.”

“How long will that take?” she asked.

“It shouldn’t take more than a couple of days.”

“That’s two days too long.”

Jacob’s frown deepened. “What do you want me to do? Open the
cage and when he goes for your throat shoot him?”

Ana felt her temper rising and counted slowly to herself. She
didn’t want to say something that she would later come to regret. “No. I don’t
want you to shoot him.”

“If that’s the case, then please let me handle this situation
my
way. As a matter of fact every decision I’ll
make for as long as you’ll reside here will be to protect you. If you decide to
challenge me, then I’ll call Diego and have him take you to Brazil.”

The seconds ticked as she stared at him. “Why are you
mentioning Brazil?” she asked, whispering.

“That’s where you were headed if I hadn’t offered to let you
stay with me. What’s the matter?” Jacob taunted. “Cat got your tongue?”

Clenching her teeth, seething with anger, Ana stiffened as if
she’d been struck across the face. It had been less than an hour since the jet
had touched down in the Keys and she knew it wasn’t going to be easy sharing a
roof with Jacob. And she had no idea that her family had considered sending her
to stay with her cousin Regina Cole-Spencer.

Ana had been to Salvador da Bahia for Carnivale. Regina and her
husband, pediatric-microbiologist Aaron Spencer, lived on a coffee plantation in
the middle of what looked like a jungle. After partying nonstop for days, she’d
return to their beautiful estate, collapsing in exhaustion until it was time to
return to the States. She didn’t think she would survive living in Bahia for an
extended visit. Although she spoke fluent Spanish, there was a lot of Portuguese
that she did not understand.

“Can you please show me to my room?” She wasn’t going to give
Jacob the satisfaction of acknowledging that he’d won.

“I take it you’re staying and you’re also willing to follow my
orders?”

She lifted her chin and met his eyes with a smile that did not
quite reach hers. “Yes, it does.”

Jacob chuckled under his breath. “I thought you’d see it my
way.” He headed toward the staircase, leaving her to follow. “I fired the maid
and that means you’ll have to make your bed, do your own laundry and pick up
after yourself.”

Ana stared at the bright green leaves on his black-and-yellow
shirt. “I don’t know how to do laundry.”

He stopped on the landing, staring at her in shock. “Who does
your laundry?”

“I send it out. I call concierge and arrange for it to be
picked up.”

Jacob shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was
hearing. “Can you at least clean?”

She gave him a look of unadulterated innocence. “No.”

“I suppose you have a cleaning service?” She nodded. “What do
you know how to do?”

Her expression brightened. “I can cook. Very well,” Ana added
when he gave her a skeptical look. “My parents were both raised with household
help who cleaned and did laundry. However, both know how to cook. My mother’s
skills are exceptional and she taught all her children to cook so they wouldn’t
have to rely on someone to feed them.”

“Okay,” he drawled after a pause. “Let’s make a deal.”

“What kind of deal?” she asked.

“I’ll clean and do laundry while you cook.”

“Who cleans now?”

He smiled. “I do. I don’t like strangers in my home. Come,
Princess. Let’s get you settled. And because it’s the first night at the Jones
motel I’ll do the cooking.”

Ana followed Jacob into a large sun-filled room with white
furniture. The pristine color was offset by pillows, seat cushions and the bed
dressing in tropical colors of peach, orange and kiwi-green. She knew
instinctually that a woman had decorated Jacob’s house, because it claimed a
soft touch and everything was chosen with a discerning eye for the climate and
locale.

“Do I have time to take a shower and change into something
cooler?” She had to get out of the jeans and T-shirt she’d hastily thrown on
when Diego told her she was leaving Boca Raton.

“Sure,” Jacob replied. “The bathroom is the door on the right.
The walk-in closet is to the left. I’ll bring your other bags up and leave them
outside the door.”

“What’s for dinner?” she asked when he turned to leave.

“It’s a surprise,” he answered.

And you’re quite the surprise,
Ana
mused. She didn’t know what to expect when told she would have a U.S. Marshal
protecting her, but she hadn’t expected someone whose moods ran hot and cold as
if flipping a switch. He laughed, frowned, joked and then had become deadly
serious when he talked about shooting the dog.

He’d barked commands like a drill sergeant, expecting her
follow them without question. Well, she would do his bidding and when the time
came for her to return to Boca Raton she would do so without a backward
glance.

“How do you know if I don’t have food allergies?”

“Diego told me you didn’t have any. I know everything about
you, Ana Juanita Cole, so let’s try and cooperate with each other, and I’ll try
and make your stay a pleasant one because that’s what I promised your cousin.
I’ll see you later.”

Ana stared at the spot where Jacob had been after he’d left the
bedroom, softly closing the door behind him. She smiled. He’d said cooperate and
she would, because she would make certain to limit their direct contact to
meals. Not only had she packed enough clothes to last a month. She had also
packed a number of books from her to-be-read list. When Jason had given her a
tablet for Christmas he’d downloaded it with all of her favorite titles, and she
was figuratively in hog heaven. However, she only used the electronic device
when on vacation. Reclining on the beach under an umbrella, reading and sipping
a potent concoction had become her guilty pleasure.

Living with Jacob until the person who’d attempted to kill her
was apprehended was not what she deemed a vacation. Instead of bringing the
tablet, Ana had decided holding a book would send a signal to Jacob that she
didn’t want to be bothered or disturbed.

What she didn’t want to believe was that her life was now on
hold because some maniac had taken out a hit on her. She’d stopped at the
hospital to see Tyler, and Ana couldn’t believe that he could joke that the
Coles were tough men and it would take more than a high-powered bullet to take
them out. He’d laughed when she’d wanted to cry.

In two weeks she was to go on vacation with several of her
college friends. They’d arranged to charter a sloop, using it as their hotel,
and sail down to Puerto Rico for ten days of complete hedonism. However, they
would have to go without her while she was on what amounted to house arrest in
the Florida Keys.

Chapter 3

J
acob carried the last two bags up the staircase, leaving them outside the door as promised. He hadn’t lied to Ana when he said he knew about her. Diego had given him particulars on her, while confirming assertions that she was more than formidable as the head of the record company. Many of the clients preferred dealing with Jason because of his low-key, relaxed demeanor, whereas Ana’s in-your-face approach was a lot more intimidating. His friend had also confided that he’d asked Ana to come to work for the family-owned import/export, real estate conglomerate, but she’d declined, saying she preferred the ongoing excitement and changes within the music industry.

And Jacob wasn’t fooled by her willingness to follow his demands. Ana was used to giving orders, not taking them, and that meant he couldn’t afford to let down his guard when interacting with her. Fortunately there was enough room in the two-story house where they wouldn’t have to bump into each other at every turn. Ana would have the run of the entire second floor because he planned to sleep in the alcove off the family room at the rear of the house. The small but cozy space also contained a half bath that was just a little more than a water closet. There was just enough space for a shower and commode. Once Jacob had decided to utilize the alcove, he’d purchased a queen-size storage bed with drawer space for linens and several changes of clothes.

He wasn’t too concerned about break-ins because the property was monitored by surveillance cameras. And like Ana, he hoped the shooter would be caught sooner rather than later. The longer the perpetrator was on the loose the lower the odds of capturing him.

Returning to the kitchen, Jacob stored his holstered handgun in a drawer under the island countertop, then opened the refrigerator and removed a labeled package of fish filets he’d taken out of the freezer before leaving for the airport. After he’d closed up his Miami apartment he’d driven to a local supermarket to buy enough food to stock the pantry and refrigerator for at least two weeks. He’d planned to alternate cooking for himself and dining in some of his favorite restaurants in the Keys. That was before he’d gotten the call from Diego.

Jacob still had to decide how much he wanted to expose Ana to the public because he wanted her to keep a low profile. Confining her to the house was certain to push both of them over the edge. And if they did go out, then a hat and sunglasses for her would be the norm rather than the exception.

A smile parted his lips when he recalled her saying she’d planned to run away from home to live in Key West. He didn’t live in Key West, but it was close enough for him to drive her there to show her some of the historic cottages and restored century-old Conch houses. With the influx of tourists mingling with the locals they were certain to blend in enough to enjoy the nightlife.

Over the next forty minutes he busied himself uncovering the deck furniture, hosing down the deck, and then opened several umbrellas, positioning one near the table and the other two behind cushioned recliners. Jacob tried, but he was unsuccessful in erasing the image of Ana’s eyes whenever she gave him a direct stare. There was something about her eyes that reflected a boldness and wisdom that made him believe she was much older than thirty-three. Perhaps, he mused, it was the role she’d taken on as CEO of a very successful recording label. If she had been any woman other than David Cole’s daughter she never would’ve been able to achieve the business success Ana had accomplished since she’d assumed control of Serenity Records. Jacob smiled. Her father had taught her well. He checked on the large dog in the crate that lifted his head from between his paws with his approach.

Bending slightly, he said, “Don’t worry, boy. I hope to have you out of there sometime tomorrow.”

Jacob had removed the fish from the packaging and had placed them in a bowl of cold water when the soft chiming of the telephone garnered his attention. He punched the speaker feature on the wall phone before the third ring.

“Hello.”

“Jacob. It’s your mother.”

“How are you, Mrs. Deavers?”

There was a slight pause before Gloria Deavers’s soft voice came through the speaker. “Why are you so formal?”

Resting a hip against the countertop, Jacob crossed his arms over his chest and stared up at the skylight in the kitchen. “You are Mrs. Deavers, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been married to Henry for almost fifteen years, and yet you still haven’t let me forget it.”

“Mom, I know you didn’t call me to talk about
your
husband.”

“You’re right. I called because when I contacted your office they told me you were on vacation leave. Are you all right?”

The lines of tension in Jacob’s face softened. “I’m fine. It was mandated that if I didn’t take at least half of my accrued vacation, then I would lose it.”

“How much time is that?”

“Eight weeks.”

There was another pause from Gloria. “When was the last time you took a vacation?”

Jacob shook his head although his mother couldn’t see him. “I can’t remember. It has to be more than five or six years.” He’d accrued not only vacation leave, but also compensatory time.

“Maybe I’ll take a few days off and come down to see you.”

Now it was Jacob’s turn to find himself at a loss for words. “When do you want to come?”

“It probably won’t be until mid-July. That is if you don’t have anything planned for that time,” Gloria said quickly.

He quickly calculated. It was now the second week in June and he’d hoped it wouldn’t take six weeks to catch the man who’d attempted to kill Ana. “That sounds good, Mom. However, if my plans change, then I’ll call you.”

“I know you don’t like me asking, but I’m going to do it anyway. Are you seeing anyone?”

“No, Mom.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t have the time. At least not right now,” he added truthfully. Even if he wanted to he couldn’t see anyone—not with Ana living with him.

“When are you going to have time, son? Thirty is in the rearview mirror and you’re fast approaching forty and you’re still single. I would like to have a couple of grandkids before I die.”

Exhaling an audible sigh, Jacob closed his eyes. Every time he had a conversation with his mother invariably the topic of his single status would come up. He wanted to tell her he had yet to celebrate his thirty-sixth birthday, but then she would come back with “I happen to know the year, day and hour you were born.”

“You’ll be the first to know when I find the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

“Jacob?”

“What is it, Mom?”

“Nelson was picked up by the police yesterday.”

“Picked up or arrested?”

“He was arrested.”

“What did he do this time?” His stepbrother couldn’t stay out of trouble if someone paid him a million dollars.

“They claim he and some other boys stole a car and then robbed a convenience store. A cashier was shot—”

“Stop right there, Mom,” Jacob interrupted. “I’m not getting involved with this. Nelson Deavers is trouble and the sooner you and Henry accept that fact the better you’ll sleep at night. The last time I intervened and got the police to drop the charges Nelson promised me he wouldn’t get into trouble again. Stealing cars and shooting people are not misdemeanors and that means he’s going to prison. Tell Henry I’m sorry, but his boy is on his own.” He saw movement out the side of his eye and picked up the telephone receiver when Ana walked into the kitchen. “Mom, can I call you back later?”

“Of course you can. Please don’t forget to call me.”

His eyes met those of the petite woman in a tank top, shorts and flip-flops before glancing at the swell of breasts in the revealing top. Jacob didn’t want to believe that an oversize T-shirt and jeans had concealed a lush, tiny, curvy, compact body. Even Ana’s legs and feet were perfect.

“I won’t.” Jacob hung up, unaware that he’d been staring.

Ana’s hand went to her head as she attempted to fluff up the short, wet hair clinging to her scalp. “I’m sorry to intrude.”

“It’s all right. I was going to hang up anyway.” Even if Ana hadn’t come into the kitchen Jacob had planned to end the conversation he had with his mother. It hurt Jacob that she only called when she needed his help with her stepsons. “Did you need something?”

She nodded. “I don’t have enough hangers.”

He forced himself not to look at the outfit that showed a little too much skin while hoping Ana wasn’t going to make it a habit of prancing around in next to nothing because it was going to make it hard for him to remember why she was living with him.

“How many do you need?”

“I’m not certain, but it has to be at least another twenty.”

“What?”

A slight smile touched the corners of Ana’s mouth when she saw his shocked expression. “I’ll take ten, but that would mean doubling up some of my things.”

“I have a few. But if you need more then you’ll have to wait until tomorrow when I go out.”

Ana lifted her shoulders. “I suppose I’ll have to wait to hang up what’s leftover.”

“Why did you bring so many clothes?”

She took several steps, bringing them closer. “I didn’t know whether you’d have a washing machine—”

“It wouldn’t have mattered if I did or didn’t, because you claim you don’t know how to use it.” Jacob saw a wave of color darken her face. “If you want I can show you how to use the washer and dryer.” When Ana stared at him, he thought of the saying that if looks could kill then he definitely would’ve stopped breathing. “Suit yourself,” he mumbled under his breath, “if you don’t want to grow up.”

“I’m definitely grown, Jacob. I can’t get any more grown, just older,” she retorted.

“Grown women I know do laundry, shop for groceries, cook and clean up after themselves.”

Ana didn’t intend to get into a verbal confrontation with Jacob over a lifestyle that had served her well with a minimum of angst. She knew who and what she was—privileged—and she wasn’t about to apologize to anyone about it, and especially not to him.

“Can you please tell me or show me where the hangers are?”

“You’ll find more in the bedroom across from the bathroom.”

Ana flashed a dimpled smile. “Thanks.” Spinning on her toes, she turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Jacob felt as if he’d been punched hard in the solar plexus when he gaped numbly at the firm roundness of her bottom in the revealing shorts. There was hardly enough fabric to conceal her buttocks.

“Ana.”

She stopped but didn’t turn around. “Yes?”

He opened his mouth, but the words wouldn’t come out. Jacob wanted to tell his houseguest that what she considered something cooler was downright indecent. And it wasn’t that he was a prude—far from it—but seeing her dress like that made him aware of how long it’d been since he’d slept with a woman.

“Would you be opposed to dining outdoors?” he said instead.

Ana peered at him over her shoulder, smiling. “Of course not, Jacob. In fact I was going to suggest it. As soon as I finish hanging up my clothes I’ll be down to help you put dinner together.”

“Make certain you put on sunscreen before we go outside. You’ve exposed a lot of skin,” he explained when she gave him a questioning look, “and the UV index is quite high today.”

A frown marred her smooth forehead. “I didn’t bring any. Do you happen to have some?”

Jacob’s smile was triumphant. “No, I don’t.” It faded as quickly as it’d appeared. “Did you bring a cover-up with you?”

Ana chewed her lip. “No. In fact I didn’t bring a swimsuit. But you may be able to help me out.”

“How’s that?” Jacob asked.

“If you’re willing to give up your rather garish shirt it could double as a cover-up.”

He glanced down at his shirt. “My shirt may be a little colorful, but it’s hardly garish.”

Ana bit back a smile. “Surely you jest. It’s loud and gaudy.”

His eyebrows lifted a fraction. “It’s garish, gaudy and loud, yet you want to wear it?”

She extended her hand. “I’ll take it now if you don’t mind.”

“You want me to take it off now?”

“Why not? It’s only going to take me a few minutes to hang up the rest of my clothes before I come back and set the table. You do use the table on the deck, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” Jacob countered. “I’m not into lap trays.” Ana reached out to unbutton his shirt, but he caught her wrist, holding it in a firm but gentle grip. “I’ll give you another shirt and I’ll make certain it’s somewhat less loud.”

Coward!
Jacob silently berated himself. Why couldn’t he just tell her that seeing her dressed that way made him uncomfortable? In fact he was quite turned on by her curves. First the call from his mother had disturbed him, and now it was seeing a woman with whom he would spend days or perhaps even weeks with who thought nothing of dressing provocatively that had him on edge.

“I’m not going to strip for you, Ana. Go upstairs and hang up your clothes. And when you come down I’ll have something for you to put on.”

Ana wrested her wrist from his loose grip with a minimum of effort. “Don’t ever do that again.”

Jacob’s expression became a mask of stone. “Do what?”

Going on tiptoe, she thrust her face close enough for him to feel her moist breath on his jaw. “Talk to me as if I were either a child or an idiot.”

Seeing her close-up, inhaling the subtle scent of her perfume made him aware of things that he hadn’t noticed before. Her eyes weren’t dark, but a clear brown with glints of gold. The color amber came to mind. She was short, much shorter than she appeared because of her slimness, and her damp hair was coal-black, the perfect contrast to her olive complexion. Not only was she beautiful, she was exotic.

It was Jacob’s turn to swallow the acerbic words poised on the tip of his tongue. Diego had cautioned him that Ana was going to be defiant and challenging. She’d chosen a career dominated by men and she’d somehow learned to navigate the testosterone-filled waters with relative ease. That is until now. She’d run into a juggernaut when dealing with Basil Irvine, because apparently the man had not taken kindly to a woman besting him.