“Huh,” I grunted. The idea of Kent Lang, young bachelor and heir to the Lang Company, paying that much attention to Cass . . . I didn’t like it one bit.
And seeing Cass this close after a week made my traitorous heart pound a bit too hard. I slid my hands in my pockets to hide my trembling. “So, uh, if you’re going to a party now, then why’re you walking back toward the boat?”
“I forgot my cape.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s absurd, don’t you think? Why would anyone need a wrap on a night like this?” To prove her point, she dragged her finger over her exposed chest—then jabbed the finger at me. “My glove is soaked through!”
I didn’t respond. I was too preoccupied by her collarbone—by the way moisture beaded across it. . . .
I eased out a tight, churning breath, then I forced my eyes back to her face. Focus. Only friends. Nothin’ more.
“It is positively boiling outside!” Cass went on. “Yet I must waltz around in gowns and slippers and gloves. Oh—and did you know I cannot touch a gentleman or another lady without gloves? Of course I knew the rule existed, but I did not think anyone actually abided by it—not in this weather, leastwise.” She stomped her slippered foot—and it made her body bounce in ways I should not be seeing.
My gaze snapped to a stack of crates behind her. Only friends. Not a damned thing more.
“I keep trying,” she said, “to think of all this as a grand story to tell Ellis when I visit her in the hospital next. At least she’ll love all the fancy dresses and dancing.” Cass stared ruefully down at her skirts. But then her head whipped back up. “I almost forgot the worst part!” she exclaimed. “Why, it makes my temper practically ignite, Danny! No matter how many times I tell the reporters that I am only half of the team—that the apprentice engineer is just as important as the apprentice pilot—they don’t write it down. I keep telling them that you’re my other half, but they don’t seem to care. . . .” She trailed off.
My eyes shot back to her face. She was watching me through lowered lashes. I scratched the back of my neck. “Uh . . . what is it?”
“For my so-called other half, you have been almighty scarce this week.” Her lips pressed into a frown. “Why? Where have you been? I demand you tell me.”
“You demand, do you?” I gave a lazy shrug. “In that case I reckon I had a lot of work.”
“Don’t lie to me, Danny. We’re best friends, and . . .” She swallowed, hugging her arms to her stomach. “And I deserve better than that. You left the ship for a reason tonight, and if it wasn’t to talk to me, then what was?”
“To . . . to talk to you?” Is that why she thought I was here? For some sort of apology?
She leaned toward me, expectant, and I exhaled sharply. She was too near. The shape of her shoulders, the contour of her neck—I couldn’t stay sane with her here.
I scooted back a step. “I’m, uh, goin’ out.”
“Out?” Her mouth fell open, and for a half breath her eyes filled with hurt. With disappointment. But then she drew her shoulders back. “But the race is tomorrow, Danny. No one’s allowed to leave.”
“That so?” I drawled, turning my attention to my shoes.
“Dammit, Danny. Look at me. What if you ruin the race by getting rowdy tonight?”
“That won’t happen, Cass—”
“Then what if you get caught sneaking off? My father will have your hide!”
“That’s the least of my concerns.” I snorted. Captain Cochran was the last person I wanted to think about right then. He was taking away my job . . . and taking away Cassidy. All for something I hadn’t even done.
I doffed my cap. “You have a nice time at your party, Miss Cass, all right? Don’t dance too much.” Then I set off, forcing a jaunty whistle from my lips. But I made it only a few steps before her voice lashed out.
“You may not be concerned, but I am.”
My gut tightened—sharp and hard. I stopped walking.
“I’m concerned,” she repeated behind me. “Please, Danny. Please don’t risk your neck for something stupid.”
“You . . . don’t understand,” I said gruffly, glancing back. My gaze raked over her. Her fingers were clenched into fists, her eyes bright . . . and her breathing too fast.
Hunger burned up from my stomach, through my lungs. Into my throat. I felt like shouting, letting all my rage loose on someone—something. . . .
But it wasn’t rage, I felt—not at Cassidy. This was a brighter, sharper feeling. A need. I was losing everything I’d earned for a kiss that hadn’t even happened.
“I am asking you to stay, Danny. Please.”
I watched the way her mouth moved as she spoke—the way her bottom lip trembled. The way her chest rose and fell with each breath. The way her collarbone gleamed in just the right way to drive a man mad.
I shifted my body toward her. “Is . . . your pa here?”
“No. He left an hour ago.”