Stars of Fortune(25)
“I haven’t even unpacked.”
“What’s the hurry?” Smiling, Bran rose, offered a hand. “It’s just a walk down the cliff steps.”
She should unpack, organize her tools, but she found herself putting her hand in his. “All right. I want to find some good perspectives to sketch or paint anyway.”
“There, you’ve found your sensible reason for a walk.”
“I think for the rest of you, adventure and risk come naturally.”
“And you think you’re the quiet and settled sort.”
“I am the quiet and settled sort.”
“Not from where I’m standing. You’re the most courageous among us.”
Stunned, she gaped at him as they circled toward the stone wall. “Courageous? Me? Where do you get that?”
“The rest of us? We knew what we were after, and why, and why we came here. But you?” He walked to the pillars and gate, opened it. “You left your home, came all this way, not knowing. And when you saw Riley, you walked right up to her, you risked telling a stranger a story you didn’t understand yourself. That’s courage.”
She looked at him, the dark, compelling eyes, the way the wind blew his hair around his face. And the yearning came back into her, so strong she had to look away.
“I don’t feel brave.”
“You don’t recognize your own bravery. That’s all it is.”
He took her hand again, started down the rough steps.
“They’re really steep.” And high.
“But look where they’ll take us. I like a fine beach, though I often find myself more drawn to the forests and mountains. What are your mountains?”
“The Blue Ridge.”
“Lovely, are they?”
“Yes. Lovely, and peaceful. I can’t think the last time I was at the beach. Anywhere.”
“It can be lovely and peaceful as well. See there, that high point?”
Her stomach jittered as he gestured toward the promontory. “Yes.”
“And the bit of land there, the channel of water between? It’s called Canal d’Amour, that channel, and it’s said if you swim there, from one end to the other, you’ll meet the love of your life. That’s a pretty thought, isn’t it?”
“Do you believe in that? Not the swimming part, but the love of your life part? That someone—anyone—loves for a lifetime?”
“Absolutely.”
“So you’re a romantic.”
“I wouldn’t have thought. My own parents have been married over thirty years, and not just because they have four children and are used to each other. They love and enjoy each other.”
“You have siblings.”
“I do. A brother and two sisters, so my mother’s fond of saying, she balanced it all out well with two of each sort. And that was enough of that.”
“It’s nice, a big family.”
A deaf man could have heard the wistfulness, Bran thought. “It is, yes.”
“Do you get back to see them?”
“I do, of course, and they travel to me from time to time. We’re a noisy bunch—not quiet and peaceful at all—when we’re all together. And here we are, at the bottom.”
She’d barely noticed the rough climb down. “You kept me talking so I wouldn’t panic.”
“You don’t panic so easy.” The last step was a drop. Bran jumped down easily, turned to take Sasha by the waist and lift her down. Then stood, testing both of them, with his hands on her. “Do you, fáidh?”
She knew the taste and feel of his mouth on hers, the way his hands moved on her skin, the angles of his body under her own.
And the need to know all that outside of dreams was far too strong.
“Maybe,” she said, and stepped away.
“There’s something you’re not telling me. I can see it.” He tapped a finger between her eyes. “Why is that?”
“We all have secrets, and when we find the other two, they’ll have them. I guess trust doesn’t run deep enough yet.”
“Hardly a wonder in this short a time. Well then, we’ll take what we have.”
What they had was golden sand and blue water. People, yes, but only a few sunning under the warm spring rays or sitting under the shade of an umbrella. Some children digging with plastic shovels, others wading in the surf.
“I expect the beaches closer to Sidari are more crowded than this, though,” Bran continued. “From what I’ve read, there’ll be plenty who’ll jump from the seawall into the canal, hoping to find their true love. That would make a fine painting, I’d think. The rock, the water, the hopeful who take the leap.”