The Unseen by Sabrina Devonshire Page A

year.”
    “Swimming adventure?”
    “The trips mostly attract triathletes who like to swim long distances in exotic places. But the water near Tahiti and Vanuatu is crystal clear—it’s like the underwater version of the desert—you can just see for miles down there.”
    Bunny laughed. “I’d rather view marine life from behind the glass wall of an aquarium, thank you very much.”
    Winston chuckled. “So you don’t like swimming and hiking through jungles. What do you like to do?”
    “Before I met Jason, I played the piano, painted, and designed jewelry.”
    Winston nodded and then turned toward her with a smile. “I play the piano, too. As a matter of fact, I have a keyboard at my house. You’re welcome to play, if you like.”
    The more she got to know Winston, the more she liked him. She didn’t have to act fake around him. She could just relax and be the Bunny she once was. “I would like that very much. It’s been too long since I’ve played.”
    “Why did you let that bastard stop you from what you enjoy most?”
    Winston’s protective comment pleasantly warmed her insides. The man seemed to always know the right thing to say. What if it’s a façade, like Jason? She discarded the unpleasant thought. “He told me off the bat my piano wouldn’t fit in his house, so I told him I’d sold it even though I stored it with some other furniture I wanted to keep.”
    Winston gripped the steering wheel so tightly, his knuckles whitened. “The controlling bastard.”
    “Yeah, he never gave me an ounce of freedom. And it only got worse. He threw away all my jewelry making stuff away one day while I was at work. He said it served me right for getting home ten minutes late the previous night. When I protested, he swung a chair at me, breaking three of my ribs. As badly as I wanted the stuff back, somehow even my favorite hobby didn’t seem worth dying for.”
    Winston’s voice grew louder and his brows folded inward. “That guy sounds like such a jerk. I’d like to fly all the way to the States to tell him so, too. Although I’d be throwing more punches than talking.”
    Bunny smiled. “He’s not worth the wasted effort.”
    “You’re absolutely right. Just promise you’ll never go back to him.”
    “That’s a promise I can definitely keep.”
    “That’s good to hear.” He reached over and patted her hand. “What kind of jewelry did you make?”
    “Mostly silver jewelry with different varieties of quartz. I bought the stones, had them shaped and polished the way I wanted and often did the metal working myself.”
    “You sound like a very talented woman. Too bad I don’t have any material at the house you could work with. If this situation settles down, perhaps we could drive into town later to buy some.”
    The man was so considerate—he was treating her like a houseguest he’d expected for weeks. “Maybe we could get silver to go with these stones I swiped from the smugglers’ stash. Look here.” Bunny plucked one of the sapphires from the depths of her purse.
    Winston’s wide grin illuminated his whole face, making him look more boyish than ever. “Bullets are flying our way and you snatch up that sack you call a purse that weighs more than you. We could have run a tad faster without it.”
    “Yeah, but a high maintenance girl like me doesn’t go anywhere without her purse. It was bad enough I had to leave without underwear.”
    “Hmm.” Winston’s gaze wandered toward her nipples, which hardened into erect beads and pressed against her cotton dress under his sustained examination. His face flushed and then he blinked and glanced in the rear view mirror.
    The gorgeous man’s reaction sent shockwaves of excitement through Bunny’s body. She wanted to entangle her fingers in his curly blond locks.
    “Don’t look so shocked. Kent said we shouldn’t wear underwear here or we might get skin fungus.”
    Winston’s face darkened another shade. “Yes, that sounds about right.