Secret Desire. Gwynne Forster

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      He took her hand and relaxed when she let him hold it, but he didn’t consider that cause for overconfidence. This wasn’t a woman who allowed her libido to dictate the terms of her life; she was as capable as he of turning her back on something she wanted. With gentle pressure, he squeezed her fingers until she looked into his eyes and smiled, and he thought he’d die from the furious pounding of his runaway heart. Her unsuccessful attempt to shift her gaze from his fueled his need, and when she parted her lips and her breathing accelerated, frissons of heat shot through him. She must have seen the signs of his rising passion, for she dropped his hand, rushed to Randy, and put an arm around the boy’s shoulders.

      “Look, Captain Luke, a submarine’s coming up out of the water.”

      He joined them at the railing as the huge, gray vessel broke through the water. Again, Randy took his hand, and he wondered at the child’s impulse. Kate wouldn’t look at him, and the scene gave him an uneasy feeling, a portent of things to come. The Carrie B eased back to shore, but Randy didn’t want to get off.

      “You must learn to obey your mother and stop giving her a hard time,” Luke told him. “She’s trying to take care of you, so you cooperate with her.”

      Randy whirled around and glared at him. “My daddy never talked to me like that. I don’t like for you to tell me what to do.”

      “Mind your manners, Randy,” Kate said.

      If she wants to raise that boy to be a respectable man, Luke thought, she wouldn’t do it that way.

      He looked at Kate. “I’d wanted us to spend the day together. But I’m not taking another ride on this boat, and I don’t allow children to sass me with impunity, so I’ll see you another time.”

      “We’re getting off this boat now,” she said through clenched teeth, “and Randy is going to apologize to you.”

      “Aw, Mom.”

      “This minute, Randy, or my hand is going to your behind.”

      “I’m s-sorry, Captain Luke.”

      He could hardly believe it when Randy’s hand grasped his again. “Apology accepted, Randy.” He’d like to know Randy’s method of controlling his father, because if that was what he’d done. Well, it wouldn’t work with him.