by Radclyffe
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Gem set out when the sun finally broke through the clouds for a few precious moments. The weather report suggested they might have scattered clouds with a bit of sun for the rest of the afternoon, and she intended to make the most of it. She wanted to get her cameras situated and temporary blinds set up where she could view and record the various migrants en route through the sanctuary. With her backpack full of equipment and a water bottle tucked into the pocket of her cargo pants, she followed the main trail away from her cabin into the marsh for a quarter of a mile, using her GPS to map her route and mark observation locations. Then she left the trail and headed into the undeveloped areas where tourists had no access, taking care not to disturb the native vegetation that provided not only cover, but food for the birds. The type and plentifulness of the reeds, grasses, and other ground cover constituted two of the prime determinants of which birds nested in which part of the sanctuary. She stopped at intervals and set her infrared-capable video cameras to cover areas she anticipated would be prime nesting spots and attached extended battery packs. Some of the birds would only rest for a day or less, others might remain for several. She would make a twice-daily circuit, downloading the camera readouts and changing batteries.
She didn’t have to make the trip every day, let alone twice a day. She could just as easily monitor the cameras from her cabin’s computer, but she preferred to do it manually. A camera could only see where its lens was pointed, but her human senses could follow the trill of birdsong, catch the flicker of wings on the air, spy a flash of color in a way a still camera never could. And besides that, she was a field researcher. She didn’t want to sit in a warm room in front of a computer monitor. She wanted her boots on the ground, no matter how muddy, and the wind in her hair, and the beauty around her warming her spirit.
In a couple of hours she’d completed her preliminary route, which she’d modify as the flocks arrived, and was only a twenty-minute fast walk from the center. Hopefully some of the other team members had arrived. She could use a little company to divert her attention. Activity seemed to be the only panacea to thoughts of Austin. Some of those thoughts were immensely enjoyable, but beneath the pleasant memories was a tide of sadness threatening to rise. She needed to call Kim too, and she’d been putting it off. Funny, now that she thought of it, that Kim hadn’t called her or even requested when they’d parted that Gem call her when she arrived. She hadn’t thought to wonder what Kim’s schedule was either. How long had they been in that stagnant place, both of them going through the motions because it was easier than admitting they had only the barest of connections any longer? They were friends, but she was closer to Emily, who she only saw in person a couple of times a year. Her night with Austin aside, it was time for her and Kim to move on, and the weeks of separation while she was in the field would be a natural time to make the break. She sighed. So she’d call—as soon as she got back to the cabin.
The visitors’ center’s main area was empty except for a twentysomething brown-haired boy in a pressed plaid shirt and jeans, who looked up eagerly when she walked in.
“Hi,” he said in a high soft tenor, “welcome to the Rock Hill Island sanctuary. Can I help you?”
“Hi.” Gem held out her hand. “I’m Gem Martin. I’m part of the research team.”
Disappointment flickered across his features and then he smiled again. “Oh, hi. I’m Paul.”
The name used to give Gem a start, even recently, but today she had no reaction at all. Paul was long gone and would not steal a moment of her time, now or ever. “I don’t imagine you’re getting much in the way of visitors today.”
“No. It’s deadly quiet.” He brightened again. “But tomorrow’s Friday, so the weekend ought to be busy. If the storm doesn’t keep everyone away.”
“You know birdwatchers. They’ll be here.”
“I hope so. This is one of the biggest weeks of the year for us. The donations really help.”
“Well, stay warm and dry, Paul,” Gem said and went on down the hall to the canteen. To her disappointment, the small dining area was empty. Emily and Joe must still be out in the field somewhere, and the other team members either hadn’t arrived or were getting settled into their cabins. She checked the coffeepot, found it nearly full, sniffed, and decided it was fresh enough to drink. She poured a cup and turned at the sound of footsteps behind her. Maybe Emily or Joe—
She caught her breath, and her heart actually raced in her chest.
“The guy out front said I should come back,” Austin said from the doorway. “I hope it’s okay.”
Chapter Fifteen
Gem couldn’t quite believe Austin was real. She’d been thinking about her so much since leaving her in what felt like another world, and yet here she was, somehow right in the middle of hers. She set her coffee cup down. “Stay right there for a minute.”
Austin raised a brow but stood still and silent, a glint in her eyes that dared Gem to do her worst. Gem closed the distance and lightly kissed her on the mouth. “Yup. Warm and breathing.”
Austin laughed; a rush of pleasure and something else, something light and bright and beautiful that after a few seconds she recognized as happiness, rushed through her. “I guess I should ask, is there some particular reason you thought I might not be alive?”
“Honestly, I wasn’t sure I’d see you again, and this is the last place I would’ve imagined you to turn up. So I just wanted to make sure you were actually flesh and blood.”
At the rate her heart was pounding, Austin wasn’t certain she was actually going to remain that way much longer. “Oh, I’m very much alive. But feel free to check anytime you find it necessary.”
“I can see that you’re quite well and functioning normally.” Gem gestured to the coffeepot. “I was about to have some coffee, which I could probably do without, but if you’re interested—”
“None for me,” Austin said. “I’m pretty much running on rocket fuel at this point.”
“Mmm, me too,” Gem said. Too much caffeine must be the source of her sudden case of the trembles. The swirling tides in her midsection couldn’t have anything to do with Austin. Just to prove her point, she leaned a hip against the counter and indulged herself with a long look. Austin wore plain dark pants, an equally plain, serviceable blue work shirt under a light black jacket, and work boots. Just as she thought—Austin looked amazing. She was every bit as good as the memories Gem had been conjuring all morning. Better in person, even. Her dark eyes glittered with attention and energy. Her hair was windblown, carelessly framing her bold face, giving her a piratical air. She was every inch sexy. Gem feigned a calm she didn’t feel. “Now that we’ve established your vital status, what are you doing here?”
“I wanted to get out of the motel,” Austin said, again true but not altogether so, “considering the sun is shining and I’m not sure how long that’s going to last, and…I wanted to see you again. I’ve been thinking about how I was going to manage that since the minute you walked out this morning.”
And thank you, Eloise, for giving me the excuse to be here.
Gem’s breath left her in a rush, along with most of her reasoning faculties. Austin had a way of sweeping her off her metaphorical feet—she was always a little off balance around her. She hadn’t been the object of true interest, real passion, for a decade. Maybe longer than that. By the time she and Paul had married, they were more friends than lovers, having been dating exclusively since they were fifteen. Her attraction to Christie had been obsession, in retrospect, and completely one-sided. She had long ago come to terms with the hard knowledge that Christie’s attraction to her had been nothing more than Christie’s desire for a conduit to Paul. Austin’s interest was unmistakable, and being on the receiving end of that attraction left her light-headed and excited. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“I know I’m probably interrupting your work,” Austin said. “It’s the first day and all, so I just took a chance. Listen, I don’t mean to
keep you, but maybe—”
“No,” Gem said quickly, before Austin had a chance to disappear or she did awaken and find this a dream, “this is actually a great time. The full team isn’t here yet, and I’ve just finished most of what I needed to do today, at least in terms of fieldwork. I can finish up what I need to do online anytime tonight.”
“Okay, then how about the nickel tour?”
Gem laughed. “You really want to take a look at a basic research facility?”
“I’d like to see your digs,” Austin said, “and since I’ve never been to the sanctuary, and it isn’t raining, I wouldn’t mind a walk around.”
“Done. This place won’t take but ten minutes to see and then we can get outside.”
“You sure you don’t mind?”
“Not at all.” Gem more than didn’t mind. She looked forward to showing Austin the sanctuary, something she’d never shared with Kim or anyone close to her other than Alex, who stopped by from time to time when Gem was in residence. But the wonders of a coastal marshland were as familiar to Alex as a city street was to most other people. She still appreciated the wonder of it, but there was little Gem could show her that she didn’t already know about. Gem lightly took Austin’s arm and pointed down the hall. “We’ve commandeered a few rooms down this wing where we run some of the basic analyses on samples that might deteriorate in shipping. Our botanist, Joe Edelman, routinely does water samples, bacterial cultures and counts, that kind of thing, looking at the composition of the freshwater pools, algae counts, and quite a few other things that if you were absolutely dying to know, I’m sure Joe could spend hours explaining to you.”
Austin laughed. “I think I get the picture. What about you? What do you do here?”
“This is going to sound exceedingly unsexy, I’m afraid,” Gem said, opening the next door down the hall and revealing a standard laboratory setup—several benches running lengthwise down the center of the room, an isolation hood against one wall, incubators, racks of test tubes, Petri dishes, pipettes, beakers, all the things Austin remembered from biology and chemistry labs in high school and college and never thought she’d have to think about again.
“Gem,” Austin murmured, “everything about you is sexy.”
Gem halted and the lab disappeared from her awareness. She caught Austin’s scent—fresh air, the sea, and a subtle hint of spice. Gem resisted the urge to press her face to Austin’s neck, to breathe her in, to lick her. Lick her? What was happening to her? Whatever it was, she wasn’t in the mood to fight it. It felt too good. “You might want to reserve that line for dinner some night, when I’m not wearing mud-caked boots and shapeless clothes.”
“I don’t see why.” Austin captured Gem’s hand. “You’d be beautiful in anything you were wearing, and at the risk of being crass, I already know how beautiful you are when you’re not wearing anything at all.”
Gem freed her hand and slapped it to Austin’s chest, keeping two feet of distance between them. “Ground rules. You are not to say anything provocative, suggestive, or seductive for the rest of the afternoon.”
Austin’s smile widened. “And why is that?”
“Because I’m trying to maintain some degree of maturity and decorum. And every time you flirt with me, all I can think about is being in bed with you.”
“Would that being-in-bed be past tense, present, or future?”
“All of the above.” Gem was breathing quickly, her palms were slightly damp, and desire churned in her middle. Austin was the sexiest woman she’d ever seen and just being near her scalded her, inside and out. Some ferocious, all-consuming lust had been released the night before and the short leash Gem’d kept it on all morning had snapped. She wanted to kiss Austin again, right here in the lab.
“I can read your thoughts,” Austin said softly.
“You cannot.” Gem closed her hand on the front of Austin’s shirt, tugged her a little closer. “At least, I sincerely hope you can’t.” She kissed Austin for the second time that afternoon, but this time it wasn’t light and it wasn’t fleeting. She nibbled Austin’s lower lip, sucked it lightly between her teeth, tasted her, probed and teased.
Austin groaned and gripped Gem’s hips, drawing her close until they were touching everywhere. She made a sound at the base of her throat, a soft growl, and Gem turned liquid inside. She wound her arms around Austin’s shoulders, angled her mouth to take her deeper, her fingers gliding through Austin’s hair, her breasts pressing hard to Austin’s.
Distantly, she heard a squeak and “Oops. Sorry.”
Gem peered over Austin’s shoulder. Emily stared wide-eyed from the doorway. Gem pulled away but kept her arms on Austin’s shoulders. “Hey, Em.”
Emily slid both hands into her back pockets, faint spots of color high on her cheeks, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement and undisguised interest. “Well, I’d say I’m sorry again, but really, I’m not. You could just carry on—”
Austin laughed and turned in Emily’s direction. “Hi. I’m a friend of Gem’s.”
“Oh, I figured that out,” Emily said lightly, holding out her hand. “Emily Costanzas.”
“Austin Germaine. Nice to meet you.”
Emily gave Gem a pointed look. “You are in so much trouble.”
Gem swept her hand down Austin’s back. “I know, I know.”
Emily backed out into the hall and waved. “Well, I’d love to continue the observation—I mean, conversation, but you know—”
“Bye, Em!” Gem called after her.
Laughter followed as Emily disappeared.
“Sorry about that,” Austin said.
“Really?”
Austin grinned. “No, not really. I’m sorry we were interrupted, though.”
“Ah, probably just as well.”
“It’s not a problem, is it?”
“What, Emily? No. We’re all adults, after all.”
Austin’s dark eyes trapped hers. “She’s not a special friend?”
“You mean girlfriend?”
“Yeah, that’s what I mean.”
“No, Emily’s a good friend, a colleague. But not an intimate friend.” Gem hesitated. “We didn’t talk about any of that last night. It didn’t seem that there was any reason to.”
“We both agreed what last night was,” Austin said. “Last night was a thing unto itself.”
“And today?”
Austin cupped her face, kissed her gently. “Today is a new day.”
“Then perhaps we should take that walk.”
“We should. Okay. But first, you were going to tell me what you do in this place.”
“Part of what I do is study the possible transmission of pathogens from wild to domestic birds.”
“Right, like bird flu.”
“Yes. So when I come across a sick or, occasionally, dying bird, I’ll do the necropsy in here and culture various organs, isolate blood specimens, and sample other biological tissues for organisms.”
“Like a mini morgue.”
“Yes.”
“That’s fascinating.”
“Sometimes it’s the most routine things that lead us to a breakthrough.” Gem rarely discussed the specifics of her work, and almost never that part of it. Most people, Kim being one of them, did not like to hear about the less picturesque side of things. Austin’s interest, however, was clearly genuine, and Gem warmed to the praise. “I enjoy the methodical routine of it all.”
“So the sanctuary is really your laboratory—not just this room, but all of it.”
“Yes, in a way. Would you like to see it?”
Austin grabbed Gem’s hand. “Very much.”
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Austin almost hadn’t come, but Eloise’s mandate had given her the excuse to see Gem again, and she wanted to. She’d wanted to see her as soon as she’d disappeared that morning. If she’d been able to banish the storm and cancel her job and abandon her responsibilities, she would’ve spent the day in bed with Gem, naked and absorbed in her
. Exploring, savoring, reveling in the pure pleasure of being with her. Walking beside her down a narrow trail through knee-high marsh grass and evergreens dripping rainwater in tiny droplets fractured by sunlight into millions of miniscule rainbows was almost as satisfying as those moments she’d spent entwined with her. Gem’s enthusiasm, her clear love of nature and her work, suffused her with an ethereal beauty Austin itched to draw. She despaired at being able to capture the passion and energy in her eyes, but she ached to try. They spent an hour wandering through the marsh, with Gem pointing out where she’d set up cameras and planned to watch the birds as they arrived. They finally emerged on the far end of the island and walked back along the shore. Once or twice they passed sandy patches isolated with yellow caution tape.
“Nesting areas?” Austin asked.
“Yes, but not for the birds. Turtles.” Gem pointed to the screens covering sections of the beach. “Emily’s been busy already, setting screens to protect the buried clutches from predators. Once the babies emerge, most of them under unprotected conditions will never make it to the sea. They’ll be eaten by birds or crabs. Sometimes out of a clutch of a hundred and fifty eggs, not a single baby makes it to the sea.”
“No wonder they’re endangered.” Austin gazed out over the ocean. Right now, the rig was invisible, fifty miles out, but she could see it as clearly as if it floated just offshore. The sea was clear and calm with low waves breaking intimately against the beach and running in frothy rivulets back to the water’s edge. Despite the placid surf, the signs of yesterday’s storm were everywhere, with deep gullies cut into the sandy beach leaving nothing but chains of rocks in furrowed trenches. “It looks like this stretch took quite a beating.”
Gem pushed strands of hair away from her face as the wind picked up. The sky darkened and a bank of clouds drifted across the sun. “Yes, all along the coastline, really. If we get another round like yesterday, we’re going to lose a lot of this beach.”
