Family Man

tremulously up at Luke and started to ease his suit jacket off his shoulders.
    He paid no attention as his expensive coat floated away. The full force of his unwavering gaze was on Katy as she unbuttoned his black shirt.
    When she had his shirt off Katy spread her fingers against his smoothly muscled chest. A sweet, hot longing gripped her. She floated against him, letting her breasts glide over his bare chest.
    “You burn even in water, angel.” Luke drew her against his thighs. Holding her in position, he wrapped her legs around his waist. Then he cupped her buttocks, bent his head, and took one of her nipples between his teeth.
    Katy moaned softly as she felt his fingers slip into her. She held his head between her palms and kissed him with gathering urgency.
    He eased his fingers more deeply into her, stroking gently. Katy cried out, a small sound of feminine excitement that seemed to captivate him.
    “That's it, angel.” Luke kissed her arched throat. “Let me watch you fly.”
    She tried to pull herself back from the brink. “But you're not ready. You've still got your pants on.”
    “It's all right. I'll do my flying later.”
    “But Luke…”
    It was too late. His fingers moved on her again, and then Katy took off. Into a thousand shimmering pieces. Freedom had never been so sweet.
    When it was over she started to slip gently down under the water.
    “Hey, you're not going anywhere.” Luke chuckled as he put his hands around her waist and lifted her back up against his chest. “Now that we've got a few of the preliminaries out of the way, we're going to talk.”
    “If this was a setup, I'm going to strangle you.” Katy glowered at him. “I don't want you getting the idea you can manipulate me with sex.”
    “Cut me some slack, honey. I need every break I can get. Wrestling with an angel is hard work.” Luke started toward the pool steps, floating Katy along beside him.
    “I'm serious, Luke. Sex is no way to solve problems.”
    “Looks to me like it works just fine.”
    Katy was trying to think of a response to that when a harsh gasp from the shadows stopped her. An instant later the conservatory lights came on, blinding her for a few seconds.
    “What on earth is going on down here?” Mrs. Igorson demanded in thundering tones.
    “Hell,” Luke muttered. He moved in front of Katy, blocking the housekeeper's view of her.
    In spite of Katy's embarrassed shock, the sight of the housekeeper's stricken expression had a strange effect. To her horror, Katy had to stifle a giggle.
    “Turn off the lights and go back to bed, Mrs. Igorson,” Luke ordered calmly. “This doesn't concern you.”
    “You should be ashamed of yourselves. Just look at the two of you. You're half undressed, and Katy isn't wearing her swimsuit.”
    “You're very observant, Mrs. Igorson. I suggest you turn off the damned lights and get out of here.” Luke started up the steps.
    Mrs. Igorson shrieked and snapped off the lights. “I can't believe this.”
    “Was there something you wanted, Mrs. Igorson?” Katy asked.
    “Yes. Yes, there is. Your brother's on the phone. He says it's very important.”
    “Matt?” The last of Katy's embarrassment vanished. “What's wrong? Is he all right?”
    “I assume so,” Mrs. Igorson snapped. “He's on the phone, after all, and he sounds fine. He couldn't reach either you or Mr. Gilchrist at your cottages, so he tried here. He asked me to see if you were swimming by any chance. Who would have dreamed that you and Mr. Gilchrist would both be in the pool, and you stark naked?”
    “Mrs. Igorson,” Luke said coldly, “If you have any sense, you will go back to bed right now and forget you ever came down here. In the morning you can pretend the whole thing was a dream.”
    “Maybe I'll do just that.” Mrs. Igorson sniffed. “You can take the call on the extension. I'm leaving.”
    “Good idea,” Luke said. He took Katy's hand and tugged her out of the water as the door slammed shut behind Mrs. Igorson.
    “I hope nothing's wrong.” Katy grabbed a towel off a lounge chair and wrapped it around herself. “There are more towels in that cabinet,” she said over her shoulder to Luke as she snatched up the phone.
    “Matt? Is that you?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Matt, are you all right?”
    “I'm fine. Sort of.”
    “Sort of?” Katy clutched the phone. She watched Luke shed the last of his wet clothes, take a terry-cloth robe out of the cabinet, and belt it around himself. He was