Yukon Cowboy. Debra Clopton

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      He welcomed the trip more today than yesterday. Today he needed something to focus his anger and disillusionment on.

      Glowering, ready for distraction right at that very instant, he stalked up the sidewalk toward the “log cabin” office that housed the tour company. It was nice to see a buzz of activity humming about it, as people came and went out the door. He tipped his hat when a gaggle of women walked past, ogling him like a slab of bacon. He preferred to ignore them, but for the sake of the town he’d play the friendly cowboy role and tip the Stetson and show hospitality. As long as everyone in town understood that tipping his hat was as far as it went with him in letting these bride wannabes try to hook him as a husband. He’d already had a dolled-up redhead named Delilah pull two crazy cons on him. The woman had cornered him in Lizbet’s Diner and asked him if he was alone. Of course he’d said yes, because he was. If he’d known she was going to plunk herself into the booth with him and invite herself to lunch, he’d have said he was leaving.

      He didn’t even want to think about the second time she’d cornered him. It was enough to make a man walk off into the wilderness and never come back.

      “Hey, Nate,” Gage Parker called, falling into step beside him. Gage was a tour guide and also a member of the search and rescue team.

      “Any luck finding Tucker Lawson?” Nate asked, not breaking step. Tucker was a former local. He’d moved away after a rift with his dad but recently his dad had passed away. Tucker had come in for the funeral then disappeared. His best friend Jake Rodgers was funding an ongoing search for him that Gage and police chief Truscott were heading up.

      “Nothing new since I saw you last week. We’ve been out a few more times but we can only hope he’s found refuge somewhere…if he’s alive.”

      “There’s always a chance.” Nate knew as well as Gage that every day that passed was a bad sign. There was no need to state that. “Everyone is still praying for him.”

      “Tucker needs every one of them,” Gage said, studying him. “I’ll be driving your group to the drop point out at Chilkoot Trail day after tomorrow.”

      “That’ll be good,” Nate grunted, sliding him a glance. Gage looked happy. He was glad someone was. Gage had recently fallen in love with Karenna, a nice girl who’d fallen for all this craziness about finding a husband in this town. Crazy as it was, something good had come out of all of this.

      “You look about as happy as that cougar you had to rescue out of that tank last week,” Gage said, matching him step for step. “You’ve seen her, haven’t you?”

      There was no use pretending he didn’t know who “her” was. Everyone would be speculating on the same question, and he had no doubt he’d be asked it by every person he met—especially his fellow tour guides. He figured, since he’d run into Bethany on the street in front of The General Store, that someone would have seen them and that the grapevine would be alive by now.

      “Yes, I’ve seen her,” he said, sliding Gage a look that hopefully told him to back off. Yeah, right.

      Gage grinned. “Mom was shopping in town and saw you run into each other in front of The General Store. She said it was about as awkward as two porcupines in a box together. She also said Nadine rented Bethany that vacant building around the corner from the store.” Gage turned toward town and pointed. “That one. The one you can just see the front of from here. You know, where Frank Drew had that lousy bakery.”

      Nate spun and stared toward the shop. The front door was visible from this angle, though the rest of the stores on the side street were blocked from view. As he stared, she actually came outside. Even from this distance she could push his buttons. He swallowed hard and told his feet to march straight inside and not to look back.

      “She’s still as pretty as ever,” Gage said.

      Despite not wanting to have this conversation, Nate’s feet wouldn’t move. “Yeah, she is,” he admitted. “She really rented the space?” It was a stupid question, since Gage had just said the words.

      “Looks like she’s staying.”

      It did. She really was staying. Nate reached for the door when he preferred to head for his truck. Instead of pulling it open he let go, snatched his hat from his head and rammed his hand through his hair. Bethany always liked his hair.

      The thought came out of nowhere, like so many others had the night before. He’d ridden a horse for hours after he’d gotten home to the ranch yesterday. But nothing had stopped the memories from tearing him apart.

      “Are you all right?” Gage asked.

      “Yeah, I’m fine.” It was a flat-out lie. He knew it and so did Gage.

      “You know I’ve never been one to pry, but this could turn out to be a good thing, Nate.”

      Nate shot him a scowl. “I’m not going to worry about it. She’ll do her thing and I’ll do mine.”

      “Good luck with that.” Gage grinned and headed down the sidewalk. Nate watched him go, trying to get his thoughts together. She wouldn’t stay. She had wanted to leave too much when they were in high school. She was here for a reason he didn’t understand. But one thing was certain…he wasn’t all right, and he wouldn’t be until she hopped back on a plane and headed back to her life and her dreams. The ones he’d wanted her to have more than anything.

      Even more than his own dreams.

      Chapter Two

      Feeling almost giddy with expectations, Bethany stood out in front of her new space and studied the whitewashed, planked siding. She loved it. Amy had been so completely right. The space was perfect, and Bethany had rented it on the spot.

      There was an office area and plenty of room for her to display the various props and wares she offered when planning and staging a wedding. It was just around the corner from Main Street, and there was an apartment above it for rent, too. She wasn’t sure how long she’d stay in Treasure Creek, only time would tell; but right now she had a great feeling about it—despite her less than promising meeting with Nate the day before.

      Hopefully, time would fix the strain their past cast on them, but for now she wasn’t going to dwell on it. She’d awakened feeling refreshed and excited about being in Treasure Creek. She was even thrilled about helping lead the family tour.

      But getting her shop up and running was her first priority. She’d called the electric and phone service and those utilities would be on by the time she returned from the tour. Her things should have arrived by then, too. It wouldn’t take long to set up after that, once she knew how she wanted things placed. Walking back inside, she placed her hands on her hips and surveyed the long, narrow space. It had promise. The tour would keep her from getting impatient. She hated waiting.

      From the look of things, she wasn’t going to be able to get unpacked quickly enough. There had already been five women who’d come by and made appointments for consultations. She was flying by the seat of her pants, using a wooden crate as a reception desk and a piece of notebook paper as an appointment book. These women СКАЧАТЬ