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towards him. “I don’t think I can get used to that!”
    “What, dear?”
    “Hugging my dad.”
    He laughed. “Just think how unusual
it is for me to suddenly have a daughter! In five marriages I managed to avoid
becoming a father then overnight … here you are!”
    “Are you sorry? I’d understand
completely.”
    “Oh no, I’m thrilled! I thought I
made you believe that last night!”
    “I guess it’s still a bit like a
dream.”
    “I hope to make it very real for you
today. My lawyer is in town. He wants to meet with you, to start the legal
process of claiming you as my child.”
    “Oh, so soon? Shouldn’t we wait until
Mom gets here? I haven’t even called her yet. I honestly don’t know what I
could say that would bring her down here.”
    “You’ll think of something. Come on,
let’s meet James at The Players’ Club.”
    “Oh but I had an errand to run. Could
I meet you there in a few minutes?”
    “Sure. We’ll have a morning cocktail
and discuss business while we wait. You go on ahead.”
    She nodded and took off for the shop.
Inside, the usual beer guzzling crowd stood about laughing and joking. They all
pointed their gazes at Tess as she entered, gave her a creepy crawly feeling as
their glazed eyes caressed her figure.
    A burly fellow with a blond Afro
stepped up, grinning. “Can I help you, Miss?”
    “I’m looking for a man.”
    “Well, there’s several here, sweetie,
take your pick!”
    The men laughed; Tess lowered her
head. My God, why did she phrase it like that?
    “I meant I was looking for a friend
of mine.”
    “What’s his name?”
    “I don’t know.”
    Again, the laughter.
    “Oh, never mind!” she huffed and
walked out. Then she changed her mind and returned.
    “Back for more, eh?” the man smiled.
    “I just need an answer, please? I met
a man on the beach yesterday. He has black hair and blue-green eyes, and rides
a black motorcycle. I know he frequents this place. I saw him here at
lunchtime. I need to find him. Can you help me?”
    “You’d be talking of Angel.”
    “Angel?”
    “That’d be what we call him.”
    “Is he here?”
    “No, haven’t seen him today. He’s
probably out on his skiff.”
    “His what?”
    “His skiff, girl, ain’t you never
heard of that? It’s a boat. He takes it out beyond Cayman Brac to fish.”
    “Oh, I see. Well, how would I get
there?’
    “Hire yourself a boat.”
    “Where would I do that?”
    “You are a tourist! Look about the
shore, you’ll find somebody to take you, if you’ve got the dough!”
    “Thanks, really, I mean it.”
    “If you mean it, give us a tip.”
    “Sure.” She pulled a twenty out of
her purse and handed it to him.
    “Well, I was hoping for a kiss but
this’ll have to do. Get on with you!”
    He nodded her towards the door, tried
to smack her behind as she left but she dodged his hand like a bullet.
    “Some friends you keep, Mr. Angel!”
she grunted as she hurried to The Players’ Club.
    The afternoon flew away as Tess was
bogged down in legalese. Patrick’s lawyer, an attractive eagle-eyed,
no-nonsense-tolerated sort of fellow named James Fielding, had had experts
working all night and morning to prove she was who she said she was. And that
Carol Jenkins was indeed Margaret Milan. Now that he was satisfied he made her
sign document after document. Her hand was tired, her nerves were frayed and
she was desperate to be done. Somehow she knew Angel wouldn’t be there if she
ever had the chance to go out to Cayman Brac on a boat. Once again, she’d
missed her chance.
    She didn’t want to think about how
easy it would be for him to find her - if he had the notion which apparently he
hadn’t. Was she being a fool? Probably. But God she wanted to be near him, to
feel her fantasies come true in his arms. No one had ever brought out this kind
of desperation in her; this must-have-or-die exasperation. Her lips were hungry
for his kisses, her breasts aching to be touched by his wonderfully