Mysterious Mountain Man. Annette Broadrick

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      “Yeah. It’s peaceful. I’ve always enjoyed the mountains.”

      “Would you show me where you live?”

      His grin was unexpected. He so rarely smiled...and she’d never heard him laugh in all the years she’d known him. She blinked in surprise at the change his smile made. He was much more approachable. And devastatingly attractive.

      “I’m afraid you wouldn’t get far in that outfit.”

      He hadn’t said no. “I brought other clothes with me,” she offered. “When Woody told me you lived in an isolated mountain area, I came prepared to look for you, no matter where you were.”

      He hadn’t expected that, she could tell. She hurried on before he could speak. “If you’ll give me time to change my clothes, I’d very much like to see where you live. I also brought several reports that I’d like you to read. They can show you much better than anything I can say exactly what’s been happening to the company these past months.” She looked away for a moment before returning her gaze to him once more. “I would also like to have a chance to change your mind about coming back to work at CPI.”

      “You think spending the night with me is going to convince me?”

      She could feel her cheeks warm with color. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. You know me better than that, Jake.”

      “What makes you say that? I don’t know you at all, ‘Becca.” He didn’t need to add that he had no intention of remedying the situation. It was in his tone of voice.

      “Let me show you the reports before you turn me down, Jake. If nothing else, give me your thoughts on what could be done to protect us from what’s occurring in the plant. I freely admit that I don’t know where to turn or what else to do. Looking for you is my last, desperate attempt to hang on to the company.”

      He scratched his chin thoughtfully. Her offer to go home with him intrigued him, damned if it didn’t. It was totally out of character for the woman he thought she was. But then, he’d been correct in saying he didn’t know her.

      Brock Adams was dead and his company was up for grabs. Jake could just see what his sudden reappearance might do to a few people he recalled who spent their working days jockeying for more powerful positions in the company. The thought made him smile slightly.

      Her gaze never left his face. When he realized how hopefully she was watching him, he said, “There’s a rest room through those doors—” he nodded his head toward an opening in the back wall “—where you can change clothes. Hope you brought some hiking boots.”

      She needed no more urging. With quick strides she hurried to the door and out to the parking lot. He watched as she disappeared from view, then shook his head. He must be more lonesome than he thought to even consider the idea of taking Rebecca Adams up to his mountain retreat.

      No one had ever been there before. He’d deliberately chosen a small meadow area that could be reached only through a narrow hidden canyon. Why, after all these years, was he willing to share it with another person?

      And why her?

      Once Rebecca returned from the car carrying a small bag, Jake pulled out his wallet and walked over to where Betty worked behind the counter. They both watched Rebecca go into the rest room before Betty looked back at Jake.

      “Nice-looking woman.”

      Jake placed a couple of bills on the counter. “I suppose.”

      “Put that back in your wallet. You know your money’s no good here.”

      “I thought we’d managed to get past that nonsense. Does that mean I’ve gotta keep stashing money around the place for you to find once you close? You know good and well I’m not going to let you feed me for nothing.”

      Betty sighed. “You’re so blamed stubborn, you make a mule seem downright cooperative.”

      He pulled on his coat and slipped his sunglasses over his eyes. “But you love me, anyway, and you know it.”

      “Never said I didn’t. So what’s this lady doing here, did she say?”

      “Guess she must have missed me,” he replied, grinning.

      “She seems a little nervous.”

      “You think so? I can’t imagine Ms. Adams has ever been less than completely composed.”

      “Then you missed the fact that her hands were trembling the first time she picked up her cup of coffee.”

      “She’s had a long day. Flew in from Seattle this morning.”

      “She heading back now?”

      He crossed his arms over his chest. “Uh-uh. I’m takin’ her home with me.”

      During their conversation, Betty was wiping down the countertop, straightening each item along the way, but his last words caused her to jerk her head up.

      “What did you say?” She stared at him with widened eyes.

      “You heard me.”

      She looked at him, looked at the rest room door, then back at him. “I heard you. I just don’t believe you.”

      “Suit yourself.”

      “Why would you take her up there?”

      His smile couldn’t be more innocent. “Because she wants to see how I live.”

      “A lotta folks have wanted to see how you live and where you live, and I ain’t seen you selling tickets for the privilege.”

      He shrugged. “Maybe I’m getting bored. A little company might be nice for a change. Is it all right if we leave her rental car in the parking lot? I’ll bring her back tomorrow.”

      Betty closed her mouth, suddenly realizing it had been hanging open since his announcement. “I would never have believed her the kind of woman to do such a thing.”

      “Oh, for crying out loud, Betty. She hasn’t sold herself into slavery. What are you thinking? That I’ll get her up there and take advantage of her? Hell, she isn’t even my type!”

      Betty leaned her elbows on the counter in front of her and raised her eyebrows. “I was talking about the long hike you’ve always gone to great lengths to describe to me. What are you talking about?”

      Jake reached for his hat—still lying where he’d put it when he’d arrived hours ago—and settled it on his head. He tugged the brim down so it rested just above his glasses.

      “She thinks she can do it. I’m willing to let her try.”

      They both turned when they heard the door open and watched her walk toward them, carrying her small bag. The businesswoman was gone. In her place was what looked to be a seasoned hiker, if her small boots were any indication. They’d seen plenty of use, as had the jeans that fit her so well. She wore an unzipped windbreaker СКАЧАТЬ