“Nothing good, I’ll wager,” she whispered and pulled Nala close to her side.
Jack laid it out for her. Women were not permitted to ride the rapids, but he’d listed her as L. Shanahan and had not listed her next of kin.
“Rather go missing than have them know I drowned,” she said.
“You should walk,” he said.
“So should you. Be better than trying to pilot the boat alone.”
“I’ll take on another passenger.”
“Their gear will weigh you down and experienced pilots charge $200 per boat. I checked.”
“It’s worth the money not to lose the lot.”
She pictured the boat capsizing and Jack spilling into the river. “If we spend it on a pilot, we’ll have nothing when we get to Dawson. What will you do with all your gear and no claim?”
“We might not make it if we don’t.”
“I can swim. Can you?” She didn’t mention that her swimming experience involved being thrown into the bay and nearly draining it dry before someone pulled her out.
He nodded. “But no one can swim in that.”
Lily looked into Jack’s eyes and saw the worry.
“Jack, I’ll pay for a pilot if you say so. But I’ll not leave you alone on that boat with a stranger.”
“A pilot won’t take a woman. And the wait is four days.”
“Four! It’s too long. We could be halfway to Dawson by then.”
He held her gaze and she knew that they could also be buried at the side of the river in the same amount of time.
Some of the fight went out of her. “What do we do, Jack?”
“I designed the boat to the weight of our equipment, so I can’t take on more gear. I need to find a spotter, but I don’t want to risk your life, Lily.”
“But I’m your partner, Jack. If you’re going, then so am I.”
“Don’t ask me, Lily. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.”
Lily clasped his hand and stepped close. “Then steer us safely through.”
Jack gathered her into his arms and rested his chin upon the top of her head.
“I never imagined I’d grow so attached to you, Lily.”
She smiled at this and drew back. “And I’d be hard-pressed to pick between you and Nala.”
“I don’t snore or shed,” he offered and she laughed again.
The laughter died as she watched him paint the serial number on both sides of the hull. Then she climbed aboard and hid beneath the blankets as he recruited four men to push them off the bank. Once they were beyond the reach of the Mounties, Lily emerged to see the steep gray walls of Miles Canyon rising beside them, constricting the river to one-third its breadth. The water sloshed against the cliffs and spilled back into the white water.
“Beyond the curve lies a whirlpool,” called Jack, his voice losing the battle with the increasing roar of the water.
Lily swallowed hard, but did not regret her decision. They were partners and they’d see it through together.
The canyon seemed to rush at them. Jack leaned on the rudder, sending them first right and then left, weaving through the waves that burst up against the hull, splashing Lily from one side and then the next and then both at once. The boat pitched down, then bobbed up, sending Nala into Lily and taking both their feet out from under them. They rolled about, unable to gain their footing as water poured in over the sides. Above them, the gray menacing cliffs closed in.
Lily dragged herself up as they burst from the limits of the canyon to the rocky bank beyond. Freed from the constriction of solid vertical rock, the water swept out, filling the space. And then she saw it, dead ahead.
“Whirlpool!” she shouted and pointed to the right, looking back to see Jack staring at her, but he did not change course.
He couldn’t see it, nor could he hear her. She motioned madly to the left.
Jack swung the rudder right, sending them careening away, but the boat now leaned dangerously, the load making them top-heavy on the sharp turn. The portside gunwales dipped and water spilled into the boat.
Jack stared in horror, first at the whirlpool, then at his listing boat as ice water poured into the hull. He straightened the rudder, heaving against the force of water and held as the whirlpool skittered them sideways. The boat righted with six inches of water sloshing in the bottom. It would stay afloat, he was certain.
His frantic heartbeat marked the seconds the whirlpool held them and then with a swiftness that seemed impossible they were cast back into calm waters and wide even banks. They had navigated their first rapids, but they had come within a hair’s-breadth of capsizing and his confidence had been shaken badly.
Jack sagged against the stern as Lily clapped and danced her way back to him.
“We did it!”
“Because of you.” He hugged her, closing his eyes to enjoy the feel of her arms about him and her body pressed to his side. Suddenly it wasn’t enough.
He drew her before him, staring down, letting her know what he wanted. But this time she didn’t run so he pulled her in. Her soft curves molded to his hard planes. She was wet as a seal and cold as the northern river. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she lifted her chin, offering her sweet lips to him again.
His mouth slanted over hers, taking her in a sweeping kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, caressing and claiming her.
She clung to his shoulders, her strong fingers digging into his flesh. He wanted to lay her on the deck, strip her bare and make her his.
They thudded into the gunwales. Lily gave a cry of surprise as Jack pressed damp kisses along the cool skin of her neck. Her head fell back and she moaned as he swept her into his arms, his teeth scoring her neck. It was always like this between them, wild and exciting as the rapids.
Some part of Jack’s brain registered a scream and shouting. Lily pushed at his shoulders, but it only made him more determined to hold on.
She turned her head, twisting away.
“Jack. Look!”
Chapter Ten
Jack lifted his gaze and followed the direction she indicated. Another boat bobbed out of the canyon. But this one was in more trouble than they had been. The men on board bailed and shrieked. Lily straightened and Jack released her as they both leaned out to watch the unfolding catastrophe.
“They’re sinking!”
Jack stared at the half-filled skiff. The men now used their hats to bail, but the vessel continued to dip into the water, sinking by agonizing degrees. Jack took out his oar, making for them against the current in the calm water.
He judged the distance and the speed the skiff sank and knew he would not reach them before they lost the lot.
From behind them came a floating barge, complete with piles of gear and a fully erected tent. Somehow that craft had shot the rapids unscathed. Jack realized that such a flat conveyance could not take on water or sink. But it could break apart in rough water and it could split into pieces on rocks. The men on the barge steered for the struggling men.
Jack heard a cry and saw the skiff drop below the surface, taken down by a ton of supplies. The men flailed in the icy water as Jack drew beside them. His vessel was stout and he had no fear of them overturning her as they came aboard.
He offered his hand and dragged both passengers in.
One was crying. “Everything. We’ve lost it all, Cameron.”
The other passenger cradled his head in his hands, so at first Jack did not recognize the man who had helped him launch his boat. His heart ached for them as he turned them toward the shore. The two defeated greenhorns would have to hike to the Mounties’ outpost at the mouth of the rapids and seek help there, for they had not really lost everything. They still had their lives.
Jack deposited the wet and weeping stampeders on the shore by the portage. Lily and Jack exchanged a look and he knew Lily understood. This could just as easily have been them.
She lingered by the men, patting their shoulders and hoveri
ng. Jack noted the Mounties approaching.
“Let’s go, Lily.”
She glanced up and saw the lawmen and quickly climbed aboard, calling Nala in.
He used the long pole and pushed them back into the gentle current.
They were well in the center before she spoke.
“You built us a strong boat.”
“Don’t congratulate us just yet. We still have White Horse Rapids.”
“Yes, but that’s tomorrow’s trouble. We are safe and whole today and on our way to Dawson.”
Jack rested a hand on the gunwales. “I hope she’ll last.”
She came to sit beside him at the rudder, nestling close.
“I’ve watched the building, Jack. Many of those men have no business wielding a hammer much less trying to run rapids. Those two were luckier than most. Because of you, they survived.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You turned back.”
“Anyone would have.”
She sighed and patted his hand as if he were a boy. “No, some would not. It’s still a race, Jack. When I imagined this adventure, I recognized the danger, but I never considered seeing so many men fail. It’s heartbreaking.”
Her teeth chattered and he knew they must get her dry before she got frostbite. He draped the blanket around her and rubbed her shoulders, but she began to shiver, so Jack turned toward shore. He found a nice flat place and was halfway to the landing when he realized the spot was occupied by two men digging.
He and Lily stared as the stampeders heaved a stiff body into a shallow grave. Jack changed the angle of the rudder and with a slow surreal motion, usually reserved for dreams, they drifted by the tableau.
“The river will flood that bank and take them back,” said Lily.
Jack made for deeper water, sending them out into the river’s gentle flow. How could this be the same river they had battled only minutes ago? He just couldn’t get his mind around the change.
“I’ll bring us in at the next likely spot and we’ll have a fire to warm you up.”
“I’ll last ’til sunset.”
He gave her a hard look and used her words against her.
“And leave a toe or two here? I’ll be damned if I’ll let your toes turn black, either.”
She gave him an approving smile and then disappeared around the front of their gear. Jack thought she meant to spot for hazards, but when several minutes passed, and she didn’t appear, he grew worried. He called but received no answer, so he tied the rudder and went forward to check on her.
He rounded the boxes to find her in the bow, her wet clothing stripped off and cast about her. She was naked and crouched, so that he could see her long pale back, narrow waist and lovely pear-shaped bottom. Lily, not yet seeing him, rummaged in her bag, drawing out a white chemise. Jack was so shocked he staggered back against the side with a thud. She turned, giving him a clear view of the full swell of one breast before she clasped the garment to her chest. Her eyes widened and she rose, pressing the chemise tight, but managing only to cover her breasts and sex. She was lovely as a Rubens painting, pink and curvy, with slim arms and tapering legs. Her knees were rosy as her cheeks.
“Who’s steering the boat!” she cried.
Jack tried to answer but succeeded only in stammering.
Lily’s eyes narrowed and she straightened, looking just as indignant as a woman could. She lifted a slim arm and pointed to the stern. “You get back there.”
He retreated, Nala trotting beside him, but the image of Lily, naked, her wet hair curling about her shoulders, stayed fixed in his mind like a beacon. He’d never forget that sight as long as he lived. Her body managed to be earthy and ethereal at the same time as it was sensual and divine. How would he ever look at her again without seeing beneath her clothing?
Jack untied the rudder and kept his eyes on the river while his mind dwelled on her body and all its lush curves and tempting hollows. What lovely contradictions. Slim, yet plump, short yet lithe. The palms of his hands sweated and twitched as he clenched the handle he’d sanded smooth, but not as smooth as her skin.
Lily appeared in his sight shortly thereafter, fully dressed, with a blanket shawl. Her wet clothing was either stowed or hanging aft.
“Don’t look at me like that, Jack. I’m not some morsel to be devoured.”
He tore his gaze from her, casting it down river and somehow he held it there for several more miles, as Lily hoisted the sails. He did want to devour her—every luscious mouthful.
Jack recognized Squaw Rapids from the white water, but decided that he had better have full light to run them. That would mean they’d take the first tomorrow as a warm-up to the more treacherous White Horse Rapids.
He gazed up at the clear sky, knowing the lack of clouds would bring a cold night. Would she nestle against him again and would he be able to resist her? He knew the temptation would be worse, now that he knew exactly what lay beneath her clothing. He dreaded and anticipated the night in equal measures.
Lily waited until they grounded to slip from the bow and then tied a line about the sturdy trunk of a pine. She secured a second line before joining him. He could tell from the tension in her body that she was struggling as well.
“Are you planning to stare at me all the way to Dawson?” she asked.
He decided to grab the bull by the horns. “Hard not to.”
“Well, who asked you to come sneaking around like a peeping Tom?”
“I called. You didn’t answer. I was worried.”
“A gentleman would have averted his eyes.”
“I doubt that.”
Lily shoulders sank a little as her pretence of indignation slipped. “You’ll not convince me you never saw a woman in the buff before, Jack.”
“Never saw one like you, Lil.”
She straightened and faced him. Her eyes were wide and glittering. The expression reminded him of grief, but that made no sense. She must still be angry and that was well and good. As long as she was spitting nails, she’d keep her distance and he’d have a fair chance of not following the impulse that was filling his mind even now. But then he recalled their kisses and how she had melted against him. At Lake Bennett she’d asked him not to shame her and he’d tried to do as she asked.
“I’ve ruined it, haven’t I?”
He didn’t pretend not to understand her. For it was true. Everything felt different now.
“I can’t think of you as just a partner, Lily. Not for a long time now.”
“But I’m still your partner.”
Jack shook his head. “I want more.”
She stared at him with wide troubled eyes.
“You sleep in the boat,” he said. “I’ll bed down on the bank.”
He bailed the boat and then gathered a pile of wood three times what they’d need just to keep away from her as she set out the cooking pan, beans and bacon, just so he could work off some of the steam that now seemed to flow through his veins instead of blood. He was aflame with need and stuck here in the wilderness with a woman who tempted him to distraction, but whom he respected too much to seduce.
He stomped a branch and it splintered, flying in two directions.
He retrieved one and threw it with all his might. It contacted the trunk of a pine and fell to earth, none the worse for his fit of temper. When he finally deemed it safe for him to approach her, he stomped back to camp and dumped the gathered sticks with the rest.
Lily eyed the mountain of fuel and then studied him, but wisely said nothing. Instead, she offered him a full plate of supper. Jack took it and sat apart, staring at the water.
When he finished she took the plate and washed it with the rest. He watched her arm move in a rhythmic sweep and noted the gentle sway of her hips as she leaned over the water. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to look away as she set everything back to rights. Then she hesitated, standing beside the fire between the boat and where he sat surly as a bear with an infected claw.
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br /> “I’m sorry, Jack.” Lily didn’t move from where she stood, just out of reach, yet near enough that he could smell her fragrant skin. He wanted to roll in that scent until it covered him.
“Go to bed, Lily.” Please go to bed or I’ll not be responsible. He’d never felt the blood-lust so strongly, not even when he was a green lad or when he’d thought himself in love with Nancy. Lily was different, her pull powerful as the moon changing the tides. His instincts told him that bedding her wouldn’t solve his dilemma, for he wanted more from her than a tumble. He tried to imagine a life with her—Lily in New York at a dinner party with the Sniders and winced. They wouldn’t accept her and he doubted she would accept them.
It wouldn’t work, no matter what he wanted. No matter how he pitched it in his mind, he knew that she wouldn’t fit in his world, which meant he needed to get her to Dawson and then say goodbye.
Lily stared at him, his arms bunched as he clasped his hands like a man striving to keep from taking what he wanted. The thought of him holding her filled Lily with a simmering desire. She stared at his hands, imagining them cupping her breasts, kneading and stroking. Her body trembled as a sheen of moisture covered her skin. The breeze blew and the temperature dropped with the sun, but she did not feel the cold, for she was warm in the heat of her wanting.
It had been easier back at Lake Bennett, surrounded by thousands of men. The close quarters and complete lack of privacy acted to keep them apart. Jack had his work and she had hers. Now nothing separated them but her certainty that she could have Jack for a day, a week or a season, but never for a lifetime. But she feared that knowing this was not going to stop her from doing something that she would regret. She understood that he would leave her for some fancy white-gloved, New York debutante who had elegant speech and who could run his home in a way that would bring him comfort and pride. Lily’s stomach pitched as she imagined the welcome he’d receive if he were foolish enough to bring her home from the Yukon.
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