More Than One Night. Heatherly Bell

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      “Hi! I thought I was going to be talking to a machine. We’re having a big family reunion and want to water-ski and kayak. You guys do that?” a woman’s voice said.

      “Absolutely. Our Anderson Lake here on the ridge is equipped for all that. Where did you hear about us?”

      “Your Facebook page and one of my friends.”

      Good to know all her hard work for the business was working. She should probably spend more time on social media. She spent several more minutes talking with the woman, who was arranging a fortieth anniversary surprise for her parents.

      Guess it was high time to hire some more administrative help. For her, the guides had come first, and she’d wanted to pay them a decent salary so she’d insisted that most of their initial payroll budget go to that.

      But Jill seriously should spread the workload around so she could focus on her strengths—marketing and growing the business. She wanted to hire a general manager, but she’d looked through stacks of résumés and they all seemed like corporate drones to her. She wanted someone else who would put their heart into this business the way she had. Anyway, she didn’t even have the time to interview anyone. She’d simply taken on all the work herself and made the job her life for the last year.

      Jill understood hard work. She had studied business at Cal Poly, trying to find her place in the world of high finance. Aiming high, after all, was the Davis way. With her father the doctor and mother the scientist setting the bar, it was always just high enough to be out of Jill’s reach. Then her older brother, Ryan, her hero since the time she was a child, had made his own way. Shown Jill there was another way to succeed. He’d gone to West Point, become an officer and later a decorated war hero. Now he was the newly elected youngest Sheriff in Fortune.

      No one in her family did anything halfway.

      No one other than Jill. She’d dropped out of business school when she realized she’d never be happy in corporate America. Not what her parents pictured for their straight-A-earning daughter, but they’d never understood her anyway. Never accepted that she didn’t quite fit in with the Davis family.

      She’d always had an entrepreneurial spirit instead of an academic spirit, and loved a well-placed challenge. She’d been scouting locations to open a B and B in Fortune when she’d happened upon an article in the local newspaper about the employment challenges for young veterans coming back from the war. The next thing she knew she’d worked out a business plan for an outdoor adventure company, hiring veterans to be the guides.

      The park would open in a month’s time. She needed the men to help finalize the courses and do test excursions for their first group of booked test clients.

      An hour later, Jill rubbed the heel of her bare foot, leaned away from the monitor and stretched her aching back. For someone who would launch an outdoor adventure company, she was spending far too much time on her behind lately. She managed to hit the gym for her scheduled torture twice a week, but being around all these hard bodies, that wasn’t going to be enough.

      She stood up, stretched again and forced herself to do fifty jumping jacks. Out of breath and sweating, she took a break and went to her window. The side of her trailer faced Sam’s, but that’s not why she’d assigned it to him. It only made sense that since he’d been enthusiastic enough to arrive early, he deserved the bigger trailer. There was no other reason.

      She peeked through her window’s blinds. And there, framed by a sliver of moonlight, she caught the distinct figure of Sam’s back, hunched over the fire pit. He was with the other guys that had come in after him. Michael, Ty and Julian. They were laughing and seemed to be enjoying themselves.

      Sam poked at the fire. He looked over his shoulder in her direction. And caught her staring.

      “Oh crap.”

      She quickly shut the window blinds to give the men their privacy. The last thing they’d want is a boss who lived here 24-7 spying on them. They could take care of themselves and didn’t need her guidance. She trusted them, too, and wanted them to know it. And she also didn’t want Sam to think she was lusting after him, because the man already had enough confidence in himself.

       For good reason.

      She headed back to her desk to shut down her laptop. Rather than get the attention of the men as she left her trailer, maybe she’d sleep on the little cot she kept in here. Sleeping here was a good way to annoy Ryan, who hated the thought of her up here on the hill at nights by herself. He’d made her promise not to do it again after catching her a month ago. And she hadn’t since, but tonight was different. Tonight she wasn’t alone on the hill with the occasional mountain lion and deer.

      There was a rapping on her trailer door. Jill’s head jerked up, she stood, and in her haste, she tripped over her shoes and nearly landed on the floor. Instead of falling, she braced against one thin aluminum wall, which jostled with the weight of her body. Great. Stuck up on a flagpole and almost falling on her butt. She was such a prize.

      “Jill.” Sam’s voice.

      “I’ll be right with you!” She quickly stood and toed one flat back on, then the other.

      “You okay in there?”

      “Fine.”

      “You don’t sound fine.”

      “Well, I am!”

      “This doesn’t have to be an argument.”

      She opened the door and shoved on a smile. “Can I help you?”

      “No,” he said, stepping inside. “But maybe I can help you.”

      “That’s not necessary. I just tripped over my...shoes. There isn’t much room in here, you know.” A little defensive, are we, Jill?

      “That’s not what I meant.” He glanced around the room. “But you’re right. Since it looks like you’re trying to sleep here, too.”

      Sam was dressed as he had been earlier, but now his square jaw was darkened with stubble. It was the scruffy, just-rolled-out-of-bed look that drove most women crazy. She was no exception.

      “I don’t do that anymore. Much. My brother wasn’t too crazy about me sleeping out here alone.”

      He quirked a brow. “I’m not too crazy about it, either.”

      “I can assure you I’m not going to go next door to your trailer and attack you once the sun goes down.”

       Again. A little sensitive, are we?

      He gave her a slow smile. “I was actually thinking that my cot is much bigger than your cot.”

      She was a little taken aback, not that she should be. “You’re not shy, are you?”

      “You should know that about me.”

      Funny, she did. But what he didn’t remember, apparently, or maybe had just chosen to ignore, was that she’d come on to him. He’d been sitting alone in the bar, СКАЧАТЬ