Free Cayman Desires by Sabel Simmons Page A

constantly aware of where Raymond was. The time he got up to take Robert to
the restroom, the time he took a stroll with Miguel and stood chatting with
Bette and her boyfriend, Kevin.  Even the times a petite blond woman hung on
his arm, draped around him like a vine.
    At times, she felt his
burning eyes on her, causing tingles to shiver down her body.  Eventually she
realized she could not continue walking circles around them. Miguel was already
shooting questioning glances her way.
    With apprehension, she
guided Trace towards them, all the time aware of Raymond’s unwavering gaze
fixed on her.  As they neared their table, she glanced towards him and her
steps faltered.  His gaze was hot, literally sweltering with fire, the eye
patch removed long ago.  An unspoken promise gleamed in them.
    Her breath caught in
her throat and she swallowed.  When Trace glanced down at her, she realized
that she clutched his elbow in her anxiety of the inevitable meeting with him
beside her.
    His gaze followed hers
and he sensed the sexual tension emanating between the two of them.   He
frowned, he knew who Raymond was, have met him a few years ago in Manchester
and have great respect for the man he was. What was the connection between
them?  Was he the reason Clarissa would not love another?
    “Trace, how delightful
to see you again!  I am so glad you are here to look after our girl!”   Miguel
pumped Trace’s hand vigorously and thumbed him on the back.
    Raymond’s mouth
tightened beholding Miguel’s actions and glared at Trace.  He took his hand
briefly in a hard grip and merely gritted through clenched teeth, “Michaels”.
    They stood chatting for
a while about the festival and Miguel encouraged Trace to talk about his
Agency, which he did with enthusiasm.  Trace was very passionate about what he
did and enjoyed every minute of it.
    Robby’s hand crept into
hers and he tugged at her hand.  “Rissa, you look very nice.”   She laughed
down at him.
    “Thank you, sailor
man!”   At her words, he proudly swirled around, showing off his white and blue
sailor suit with a red bandana around his head.  He looked like a small replica
of a modern sailor.
    To escape the
relentless scowl of the man standing opposite her, she quietly excused herself,
indicating that she was going to show Robby around.  He happily hopped next to
her, chatting incessantly.
    Raymond found them a
half hour later where they sat on the lawn, each with a laden plate of food in
front of them.  Robby still chatted away excitedly about Blackbeard ever since
she told him the legendary tale.  His eyes brightened when it lit on his dad.
    “Dad!  Come sit with
us.   Rissa said you are a modern day Blackbeard!”
    His eyebrows lifted.   
“I am?  Now why is that, Miss Langston?”
    Clarissa glanced up at
him, but before she could respond, Robby piped up:  “Cause you are always
glaring at her and you are dressed like him!”
    He speared a glance at
her.  “I am, am I? Mayhap I’ll show your Rissa later on exactly how Blackbeard
would treat a wench like her!”
    She blushed as his hot
gaze trailed over her face and came to rest on her full breasts straining
against the silk blouse.  Retha’s arrival offered Clarissa respite from
sparring with him.  Retha grabbed Robby by the hand.
    “Come on imp, the
street parade is about to start.”
    “Jaai!   Rissa told me
about all the different boats people build and the dancing and singing in the
street!   Are you coming too, Daddy?”
    He grasped his fathers’
hand and pulled him along.   Clarissa let out a brief sigh of relief, but even
before its birth, Raymond seized her hand and pulled her along.
    “We can’t leave you
behind to miss out on all the fun, now can we?”
    She tried to pull her
hand out of his, but his grip only tightened and she had no other choice but to
follow them down to the main street where the parade was about to begin.
    People all around them
laughed and