of you as anything other than a brother.”
“Not even the time we went skinny-dipping in Lake Wanyama?” he teased.
“Especially the time we went skinny-dipping in Lake Wanyama, skinny being the operative word. You were a pole bean.”
“I was fifteen! I have matured a bit,” he protested.
“You have. You are as fine a specimen of manhood as I have ever seen,” she admitted. “But the one time you kissed me it was like being kissed by my dog. In fact, I’d rather be kissed by the dog. His hair is shorter.”
“Tusker has already had a go at me. But I’m not cutting it,” he warned. “It’s too much trouble to keep it short when I’m in the bush. You may have noticed the lack of barbers.”
Jude snorted. “I think it’s more likely that you enjoy looking like a pirate.” She touched a finger to the slender gold hoop threaded through his earlobe. “That’s new.”
He shrugged. “Too much gin one night and Gideon thought he would make a man of me. He told me he hadn’t so much as flinched during his circumcision and he wanted to see if white men were as tough as Masai.”
“And are you?”
“I bled like a pig, but I didn’t move,” he told her with an unmistakable air of satisfaction.
“And what about the rest of it?” she asked, flicking a significant glance at his trousers.
“Off limits,” he said firmly. “To you and anybody with a knife.”
Jude’s laughter, full and genuine this time, rolled out over the savannah.
* * *
Helen Farraday, head of the Colony Club social committee, looked over her list and sucked the end of her pen. It was not a coincidence that she was keeping half an eye on Ryder White as she did so.
“Helen? I’ve finished the place cards.” Jude came up behind her, eyes bright with malice as she startled Helen.
“Oh! How nice of you, dear. And what original penmanship. I’ve never seen anything like it,” she said, scrutinizing the cards. “I suppose people can just sit where they like. They always end up doing that at these affairs. I must tell you, Jude, I’m so very happy your Aunt Sybil suggested you and Ryder join us this year. I can’t think of the last time we saw either of you at the club.”
“There’s been a war on,” Jude said helpfully.
A rosy flush touched Helen’s cheeks. “Well, of course. We all did our part, I hope. I myself volunteered three afternoons a week at the hospital here in Nairobi. And Rex and I had several of the young officers to our farm to convalesce.”
“Really?” Jude tried to lift a brow as she’d seen other, more sophisticated types do. But sophistication was not in her repertoire. “I can’t imagine what you would think to do with a houseful of bored young soldiers.”
Helen’s mouth went slack, but before she could reply, Ryder appeared, holding masses of evergreen garlands in his arms. “I’ve finished the banisters and there’s just enough left to hang over the mirror above the bar. Does that suit you, Helen?”
She shifted her hips, smoothing her dress over them as she turned to him. “It suits me marvelously ,” she breathed.
“Fine.” The syllable was clipped but it did not deter Helen. She watched as he moved to the bar, put one hand lightly on the long polished surface, and vaulted behind it.
“He is quite an athletic animal, isn’t he?” Helen observed.
Jude sighed. “Oh, for God’s sake, Helen, he’s staying at the Norfolk. Room 414. Just have yourself sent up with a bottle of champagne. He’s not terribly particular.”
Helen arched her brow, perfecting the gesture Jude had missed. “I can’t imagine where you get such ideas, Jude. I was merely admiring Ryder’s abilities, as one might admire the long lines of a giraffe’s neck or the grace of a cheetah. It is purely an aesthetic reaction.”
“Yes, well, your aesthetic reaction was very nearly drooling on my shoes.”
Helen sniffed and turned on her heel. Just then she caught sight of Ryder, straddling the top of
“Not even the time we went skinny-dipping in Lake Wanyama?” he teased.
“Especially the time we went skinny-dipping in Lake Wanyama, skinny being the operative word. You were a pole bean.”
“I was fifteen! I have matured a bit,” he protested.
“You have. You are as fine a specimen of manhood as I have ever seen,” she admitted. “But the one time you kissed me it was like being kissed by my dog. In fact, I’d rather be kissed by the dog. His hair is shorter.”
“Tusker has already had a go at me. But I’m not cutting it,” he warned. “It’s too much trouble to keep it short when I’m in the bush. You may have noticed the lack of barbers.”
Jude snorted. “I think it’s more likely that you enjoy looking like a pirate.” She touched a finger to the slender gold hoop threaded through his earlobe. “That’s new.”
He shrugged. “Too much gin one night and Gideon thought he would make a man of me. He told me he hadn’t so much as flinched during his circumcision and he wanted to see if white men were as tough as Masai.”
“And are you?”
“I bled like a pig, but I didn’t move,” he told her with an unmistakable air of satisfaction.
“And what about the rest of it?” she asked, flicking a significant glance at his trousers.
“Off limits,” he said firmly. “To you and anybody with a knife.”
Jude’s laughter, full and genuine this time, rolled out over the savannah.
* * *
Helen Farraday, head of the Colony Club social committee, looked over her list and sucked the end of her pen. It was not a coincidence that she was keeping half an eye on Ryder White as she did so.
“Helen? I’ve finished the place cards.” Jude came up behind her, eyes bright with malice as she startled Helen.
“Oh! How nice of you, dear. And what original penmanship. I’ve never seen anything like it,” she said, scrutinizing the cards. “I suppose people can just sit where they like. They always end up doing that at these affairs. I must tell you, Jude, I’m so very happy your Aunt Sybil suggested you and Ryder join us this year. I can’t think of the last time we saw either of you at the club.”
“There’s been a war on,” Jude said helpfully.
A rosy flush touched Helen’s cheeks. “Well, of course. We all did our part, I hope. I myself volunteered three afternoons a week at the hospital here in Nairobi. And Rex and I had several of the young officers to our farm to convalesce.”
“Really?” Jude tried to lift a brow as she’d seen other, more sophisticated types do. But sophistication was not in her repertoire. “I can’t imagine what you would think to do with a houseful of bored young soldiers.”
Helen’s mouth went slack, but before she could reply, Ryder appeared, holding masses of evergreen garlands in his arms. “I’ve finished the banisters and there’s just enough left to hang over the mirror above the bar. Does that suit you, Helen?”
She shifted her hips, smoothing her dress over them as she turned to him. “It suits me marvelously ,” she breathed.
“Fine.” The syllable was clipped but it did not deter Helen. She watched as he moved to the bar, put one hand lightly on the long polished surface, and vaulted behind it.
“He is quite an athletic animal, isn’t he?” Helen observed.
Jude sighed. “Oh, for God’s sake, Helen, he’s staying at the Norfolk. Room 414. Just have yourself sent up with a bottle of champagne. He’s not terribly particular.”
Helen arched her brow, perfecting the gesture Jude had missed. “I can’t imagine where you get such ideas, Jude. I was merely admiring Ryder’s abilities, as one might admire the long lines of a giraffe’s neck or the grace of a cheetah. It is purely an aesthetic reaction.”
“Yes, well, your aesthetic reaction was very nearly drooling on my shoes.”
Helen sniffed and turned on her heel. Just then she caught sight of Ryder, straddling the top of
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