Her Passionate Pirate. Neesa Hart
without a challenge. “Not quite, but I can assure you that my PR people will take the headache out of this.”
Cora shook her head. “Not if Henry Willers has anything to do with it. The man never saw a camera he didn’t like.”
Becky agreed. “He turns everything into a circus.”
“The secret,” Rafael said, “is to make sure you control the press, instead of the other way around. There will be attention. There’s no way to avoid it.”
“Lovely,” Cora muttered.
“But we’ll direct it, instead of letting it direct us.” He paused. “I already told Willers that after tomorrow he’d better stay the hell out of my business, or I’d make sure he regretted it.”
Cora pulled off her glasses to rub her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. “God, this is giving me a headache.”
But she wasn’t arguing, he noted, and decided to press his advantage. “I’ve been looking for the truth about del Flores since I was seventeen years old.” At her skeptical look, he nodded. “It’s true. I left home because my brother, Zack, and I weren’t getting along. I came down here to work my way through college and discovered the del Flores story. I’ve been hooked ever since.” He leveled his gaze at her. “And if you think about it, I can actually help make all this easier on you. Because of my connections, I can raise the money you need, but because of my family, I can help you with something else.”
“What now? You know the cure for the common cold?”
He laughed. Lord, the woman fascinated him. He found himself increasingly preoccupied with the idea of how all that mental acuity would affect him during sex. Would she approach lovemaking with the same intellectual intensity, or could he coax her to flagrant passion? Or both, he thought, the idea definitely tantalizing. “Nothing that dramatic,” he finally assured her. “But I did some checking today—” he held up a hand to forestall her interruption “—and your nieces are running you into the ground.”
“They are not.” She looked indignant. “They’re just a little…active.”
“Cora, they’re hellions,” Becky said.
Cora gave her a reproving look. “That’s ridiculous.”
“You’ve gone through three baby-sitters this week alone,” Becky countered.
Cora squirmed. “They’re having…It’s been a difficult adjustment.” She looked at Rafael. “My sister is notoriously self-absorbed. They felt as if they got dumped here when she went…when she left. I’d be expecting too much if I thought they wouldn’t act out some of that frustration.”
He nodded. “And it doesn’t help any that you’ve got your course load to handle, the pressure of a major research project looming over your head and the responsibility for the entertainment, care and feeding of three kids. I’m not criticizing you—just sympathizing.”
“If you think harassing me about my nieces is going to win you any points—”
“I’m not harassing you. I’m here to offer you a solution.”
Becky raised an eyebrow. “Boarding school?” she quipped.
Cora frowned at her. Rafael shook his head. “I’m just going to make you an offer you can’t refuse.”
“I doubt it,” Cora retorted.
He ignored her. “You give me access to the house for the next two months, and I’ll solve your child-care problem. Two adults and three kids are much better odds than the ones you’re playing now.”
“You’re going to baby-sit? Are you insane?”
“I wouldn’t call it baby-sitting,” he said. “More like riot control.”
“It would never work.”
“Sure it would. I’d move in with you and—”
Cora gasped. “Move in?”
“You want to live here?” Becky said.
He nodded. “This is where Abigail lived, where she wrote.” He gave Cora a piercing look. “Where she made love with del Flores. I can learn from the atmosphere if I move in.”
“Move in, as in your clothes in my closet, your toothbrush in my bathroom?”
The mere thought made his blood pump faster. All he had to do was picture what Cora would look like in the morning—rumpled, warm, addictively soft—to feel himself getting aroused. He could see them stretched languorously amid tangled sheets and scattered pillows, exhausted and sated from an arduous night of sizzling, mind-blowing sex. And it would be with her, he knew. It most definitely would be.
He realized that Cora was watching him, saw the heightened color in her face, the awareness in her eyes, and knew she was thinking along similar lines. She didn’t want to, but couldn’t stop herself. A satisfied smile touched his lips. “I hadn’t planned,” he said softly, “on sharing a bathroom.”
The insinuation that he had definitely planned on sharing other things—like a bedroom—wasn’t lost on her. Her color deepened, but she sat perfectly still.
Becky, sweetly oblivious to the undercurrent, was nodding, thoughtful. “You know, Cora. There is the room on the top floor.” She looked at Rafael. “It has a separate entrance,” she explained.
He knew that already. Cora usually rented the room to a student during the regular term. One of the secretaries in the college administration office had revealed that to him. “Does it?” he asked casually.
“Yes,” Becky assured him. “You’d have some privacy that way.”
Privacy wasn’t what he’d planned, but he and Cora could argue about it later. “I’m sure I would.” He kept his tone bland.
Becky turned to Cora. “You haven’t rented it for the summer, have you?”
Cora frowned. “Becky—”
“It could work,” Becky insisted. “You do need help.”
Rafael added, “You’d have more time for research.”
Becky had warmed to the idea. “Think about it, Cora. If you didn’t have to constantly worry about coordinating schedules and transportation, you could work all day.”
“How much time do you lose by not being able to run off to the library for an hour or two because you have to worry about what you’re going to do with the girls?” Rafael asked.
“I’ve worked it out,” Cora said tightly.
“And how many times have you been totally immersed in Abigail’s writing and had to stop to resolve a sibling crisis?” he went on.
“That’s not—”
“There are three of them and one of you.” He pressed his hands to his thighs and leaned forward to drive home his point. “You need help. And I can give it to you.”
“By living with me?”
“I don’t have to.” He watched her closely. “I could live in town and come by during the days, but it suits my purposes better to be here, and it helps you more if I am. We both win.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“I do,” Becky said.
“It’s an excellent idea,” Rafael insisted. “I could be there during the day while you’re tied up in classes. And face it, you’ve got to do something with the girls before they drive you crazy.”
“Something like turn them over to you? What could you possibly know about three little girls?”
“I’m the second oldest of thirteen children. I have nine sisters—all younger.