Deep Fathom
“Besides, I just had Thai food,” Miyuki said louder. “But I know how many months it’s been for you.”
The double meaning was not lost on Karen. Her blush darkened. She glared at her friend as Jack called from the doorway, “Is there anything you’d like us to bring back for you, Miyuki?”
“Oh, I’m fine. I’m not the hungry one here, but you’d better get something into Karen right away.”
“Will do!” Then he was out the door.
Karen playfully swatted at Miyuki. “You are so wicked.”
“And you are so smitten. Go on. Make a move. I already checked him out. No ring, not even a girlfriend. And I think he sort of likes you, too.”
“He does not. He never even looked twice at me.”
Miyuki rolled her eyes. “Not when you would notice. It was like watching two teenagers, both of you sizing each up when the other’s back was turned.”
“He was not checking me out.”
Miyuki shrugged and turned back to her computer.
Karen touched her shoulder. “Was he really?”
“Like a lovesick puppy. Now go on. Give that puppy’s belly a rub and leave me alone for a few hours.”
“We’re only going to dinner.”
“Uh-huh.”
“We’re both professionals, colleagues in this matter.”
“Uh-huh.”
“He’s only going to be here for a couple more days.”
“Uh-huh.”
Karen grew frustrated and stormed away. “It’s only dinner!” she called back to Miyuki.
As she exited, Miyuki’s answer followed her. “Uh-huh.”
10:02 P.M., Ryukyu University, Okinawa Prefecture, Japan
As they walked back from the Lucky Thai Restaurant, Jack bellowed out a laugh that had the smaller Japanese pedestrians glancing in his direction. Embarrassed, he leaned closer to Karen. “You’ve got to be kidding! You told the president of the British Anthropology Society to pull his head out of his ass?”
Karen shrugged. “He ticked me off. Him and his stick-in-the-mud ideas. What does he know about the South Pacific? My great-grandfather had traveled South Pacific islands for decades before that man was in diapers. What right did that pompous ass have in claiming my ancestor was a crackpot?”
“Oh, and I’ll bet your response set him straight. He must think your entire family is nuts. No wonder you had to come all the way to Japan to teach.”
Karen glared up at him, but Jack could tell her anger was feigned. “I wasn’t exactly expelled from Canada’s shores. I chose to come here for my own research. Colonel Churchward, my mother’s grandfather, may have jumped to some ridiculous conclusions about a lost continent in the middle of the Pacific, but I came out here to prove that much of the accepted historical dogma of this region is wrong. And with what we both have been uncovering here, I’m beginning to think my ancestor’s claims may not have been so off base.”
“A lost continent?” he scoffed.
“C’mon, Jack, think about it. Off the coast of Chatan an ancient city rises from the sea. And if Gabriel’s translation of the star chamber’s calendar is correct, it dates the construction around twelve thousand years ago. During that era, the seas were about three hundred feet lower than they are now. Who knows how many other landmasses and cities might be hidden in these waters? And what of your own pillar? Are you saying this lost race could dive to the ocean bottom and carve letters on a crystal pyramid?”
“I don’t know what I’m saying. But after all you’ve shown me today, I’m learning to see things with a more open mind.”
Karen nodded, as if satisfied. “You really should see the ancient city and pyramids. That would help convince you.”
“To be honest, I wouldn’t mind a trip out there.”
“If we have time, I’ll take you. It’s only a couple hours by boat.”
“I…I’d like that. It’s a date.”
A long awkward moment arose between them. They continued in silence through the university’s grounds. The scent of lavender and hibiscus colored the garden paths, but all Jack could smell was Karen’s jasmine perfume. What was so captivating about this woman? Back on the Deep Fathom, Lisa had twice the physical attributes. Still, there was something exciting about Karen’s passion and boldness.
During dinner, Jack discovered Karen was also her own woman. Her wit was as sharp as a knife blade, while her eyes shone with constant mischief. Her crooked smile both mocked and enchanted. Over dessert he had stopped seeing Jennifer and saw only Karen…and he wasn’t disappointed.
“We’re almost to the computer building,” Karen said quietly, breaking the silence.
Was there a trace of regret in her voice? Jack knew he felt it in his own heart. He longed to spend more than a few snatched hours with her in private. He found his steps inadvertently slowing.
She matched his pace. At the bottom of the stairs to the building, she stopped and turned to him. “Thanks for dinner. I had a nice time.”
“It’s the least I could do for your putting me up for the night.”
They stood too close together, but neither moved.
“We should see if Miyuki has discovered anything new,” Karen said, half raising an arm to point toward the building. She climbed the first step.
Her face was now even with his. Their eyes met and held each other for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Jack leaned closer to her. It was foolish, inappropriate, juvenile…but he could not stop. He was not sure if she shared any of his feelings, so he moved slowly. If she pulled away, he would have his answer.
But she maintained his gaze. Only her lids lowered imperceptibly.
He began to reach his arms around her when a voice barked from the doorway. The pair were speared by a flashlight’s beam.
Karen coughed in surprise and backed up a step, retreating.
The man called out to them in Japanese.
Half turning into the flashlight’s glare, Karen answered in the same language.
As the light was turned aside, Jack saw it was one of the security men from the building. “What did he want?” he asked as the guard swung away.
Karen turned to him. “Miyuki warned him to watch out for us. She has news.” Karen led the way up the steps. Her voice grew excited, drowning away the passion from a moment ago. “Let’s go!”
Jack followed, both disappointed and relieved. It was ridiculous to start anything with this woman, especially since he was leaving in two days. Not that he had any rule against one-night stands. Though his heart was guarded, he had physical needs like any other man, and seldom had problems finding a willing partner during port calls. But in this case he knew any brief dalliance with Karen would hardly satisfy him. In fact, it would make matters worse.