Her Passionate Pirate

“Becky was changing the cartridge,” Molly supplied.

Liza, whose face probably looked angelic when it wasn’t covered in black ink, nodded adamantly. “I tried to catch it when it fell.”

Rafael had to suppress a laugh. Standard operating procedure, he supposed. They’d blame it on the baby. She was less likely to get eaten. If Liza survived, then they knew they were in the clear.

Cora’s gaze swung to Jerry once more. “Did you see what happened?”

“No. I heard the noise.”

“Is there any damage other than the mess?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Fine.” She glared at Kaitlin. “Take your sisters and go find Becky. Help her clean up all the ink.”

“It wasn’t our fault,” Kaitlin argued.

“We’ll talk about it later, Kaitlin.”

“But—”

“Now,” Cora said.

Kaitlin paused, her expression belligerent. She studied Cora’s face for long seconds, then finally relented. “Fine.” She wrapped Melody’s leash around her hand. “Are you mad ’cause Leslie quit? Because she wasn’t very good. I didn’t like her.”

“Me, neither,” Molly said.

“Me, neither,” Liza added.

Cora sighed. “I don’t know if I’m mad or not. It depends on why she quit. Probably.”

Rafael winced. Indecision. Never show children indecision. She’d just lost another major battle on the playing field of child discipline.

The three girls filed out of the room with Melody in tow. Cora pressed three fingers to her forehead in frustration. “Sorry, Jerry,” she muttered.

“You’ve got to do something about them, Cora. They’re out of control.”

“It was an accident.”

“Just like the water cooler last week?” When Cora didn’t respond, Jerry met Rafael’s gaze across the small room. “I didn’t know you’d arrived,” he said.

Rafael frowned. Trust Jerry to make it sound as if he’d conspired against Cora. “I just got here.”

“Really?” The other man leaned casually against the door frame. “I’m surprised you didn’t come by my office.”

“I had other things on my mind.”

Jerry’s gaze shifted to Cora. “So I see. Cora, I see you’ve met Dr. Adriano. I won’t bother with introductions.”

Cora slowly lowered herself back into her chair. “No, Jerry, you needn’t bother.” Her voice held all the warmth of the Arctic Ocean.

Rafael sensed the wisdom of a strategic withdrawal. He’d given Cora something to think about. Later he’d press his point. He pushed himself off her desk, then extended his hand to Jerry. “It’s good to see you again, Jerry. Dr. Prescott and I were just finishing.”

“Oh?” Jerry’s hand was clammy. He gave Rafael a quick handshake, but didn’t take his eyes off Cora. “Any decisions?”

“No,” Cora said, and did not elaborate.

Rafael followed her lead. “We have a lot to talk about. I didn’t expect an answer today.”

“Cora—” strained patience laced Jerry’s voice “—I’m sure you realize that Dr. Adriano could be an important asset to Rawlings.”

“I don’t live in a cave, Jerry.”

“I realize that. But I was afraid you’d be stubborn about this. Since the diaries—”

“My tenure contract with the college,” she said through gritted teeth, “gives me the right to decide the parameters of my research of any historical documents I choose to pursue.”

Jerry slid his hands into his vest pockets. “Adriano’s in a position to bring us a lot of good publicity. I don’t think Willers would be very impressed if you refused to give Adriano a fair chance to state his case.”

Bastard, Rafael thought. Jerry had played his ace. Henry Willers, president of the college, was a notorious media hound. Rafael had deliberately kept his correspondence with Cora confidential, knowing that Willers would pressure her to accede. He wanted her cooperation, but not grudgingly. Cora’s hands gripped the edge of her desk. “Jerry—”

“Just something to think about,” Jerry said amiably.

Cora held Jerry’s gaze with barely concealed hostility. “I’ll bear that in mind.”

“If you want my opinion, with your tenure hearing coming up, this is the kind of thing you should pay attention to.”

Rafael had to look away to hide his disgust. He couldn’t wait until he got the man alone. What Jerry needed, evidently, was a lesson in academic humility. He could see the anger in Cora’s eyes when she addressed Jerry. “Duly noted.”

Rafael stood, determined to fend off a full-blown confrontation. “I appreciate your time,” he told Cora. “We can finish later?”

She finally tore her gaze from Jerry. “Fine. Now if the two of you will excuse me, I’d like to check on my nieces.” She breezed past them and let the door of her office slam behind her.

Chapter Two

It’s her fire I find irresistible. After so many nights with naught but the cold sea for company, I find such rapturous warmth in her arms. She may consume me, but what a blissful demise!

Juan Rodriguez del Flores

Captain’s Log, 9 December 1860

Jerry Heath, Rafael decided, was an idiot.

The man had deliberately allowed him to believe that Cora Prescott was some prudish college professor he could simply bowl over with a good dose of charm. Rafael had suspected from Jerry’s poorly veiled hostility that he found Cora threatening. Now that he’d met her, he knew exactly why. Cora was twice the researcher and a hundred times the person Jerry Heath would ever be.

“Well,” Jerry said, seating himself in Cora’s recently vacated chair, “what do you think now that you’ve met the inimitable Cora Prescott?”

Good question, Rafael thought as he quickly reconciled his impressions of her with his previous expectations. There was a wealth of treasure to find beneath her facade, of that he was sure. But something—or someone—had put that distrustful, slightly wounded look in her eyes. For a man who’d spent a lifetime carefully unearthing priceless antiquities, the challenge of discovering Cora’s secret was irresistible. He glared at Jerry. “You set me up, Jerry.”