Cody looked at her from under the brim of his hat as if he were actually deciding whether or not to answer. Then he shrugged; a whiplike flicker of a grin touched his lips and lit his eyes. “Yup.”
Carol waited for more of an explanation, but none was forthcoming. Now, however, she was on her own turf. Crossing her long legs, she asked calmly, “Is there a route y’all follow, some normal tour with specified stops and things? I was looking at the brochures and noticed that they all go to Horseshoe Canyon, and Lost Gulch—”
Cody held out the keys. “You want to drive? No? Fine, then stop worrying. I’ll give them a tour they won’t forget, I promise. Just send them outside; I’ll be waiting in the Jeep. And, Lonesome, anytime you want to check up on me, just book a tour.”
Without another word he turned and strode out the door, duster billowing and spurs jangling. Carol stared after him for a long moment, then pushed her hair back from her face. Her nerves jumped. He might be gorgeous, but he was one arrogant son-of-a-gun. Then why did his shadow still linger on her like a touch? Why did it beckon her to follow?
Drawing a deep, steadying breath, Carol pulled herself together. Smoothing the wrinkles out of her skirt and the tremor out of her voice, she called Dr. Marcus and went on with her work.
At two forty-five the doctor tore through the front door and headed straight for Carol’s desk.
Carol braced herself. All through lunch she’d regretted her decision to let Cody Briggs take her guests out. She had sensed danger; she should have taken a firmer stand. Now she was going to get chewed out for that man’s incompetence—
“Ms. Lawson,” the doctor said, slapping a hand onto her desk. “That was incredible. I cannot thank you enough. I mean, that was more than a tour, it was an amazing … no, an enlightening experience. Thank you for finding us such a fascinating guide.”
Carol sat openmouthed for a second when he was gone, then looked across the lobby. Cody Briggs was leaning casually against the glass wall near the front entrance, his shirt unbuttoned at the neck, sleeves rolled over tanned forearms, his bandanna rolled and tied around his forehead as if he were some Indian warrior. He’d been waiting for her to look up. Now he stared back at her, one dark brow climbing slightly, an I-told-you-so grin on his face. When he touched two fingers to the brim of his hat in mock salute, Carol’s blood reached a boil.
The pencil snapped in her fingers, the sound echoing like a gunshot around the quiet lobby. Heads turned. Mortified, Carol glanced down, then up again as if to place the blame squarely where it belonged, on Cody’s broad shoulders. But in that instant he’d left.
TWO
“So, Lonesome, how’d I do?”
Cody’s voice broke the silence of the twilit hotel garden, startling her. He wasn’t certain why he’d made the special effort to be there, to speak to her, but forces that Cody respected seemed to want it to happen. All afternoon an inner voice had whispered her name, and her face had haunted him.
Now Carol’s blue eyes were flashing. She hadn’t seen him standing there among the long, swaying arms of the ocotillo; he seemed to materialize out of nowhere. “You frightened me.”
“Yeah. I often have that effect on people,” he said softly, responding to her anger. “Sorry.”
She barely registered his apology, she was so busy trying not to stare at him. In jeans and a T-shirt, his bronzed skin glowing in the dusk, he looked impossibly cool and powerful, untouched by heat or dust or weariness. She felt the strangest urge to run a fingertip along the curve of muscle in his arm and down his strong forearm with its fine dark hair. Every time she was near him, her guard, which she had fine-tuned over the last nine years, seemed to crumble. It made her very nervous.
“Forget it.” She shrugged, feeling her silk blouse cling to the dampness at her breasts and shoulders. “I overreacted. I’m tired and hot, that’s all.”
Without warning, Cody reached out and brushed a damp strand of her hair back from her face. Against his dark skin, the paleness of her hair seemed to glow like fairy light. It sifted through his fingers like the pollen of a thousand flowers. He frowned at the unexpected pleasure he was feeling, at the surge of desire that heated his loins, but he was unwilling or unable to take his hand away. Finally he mastered himself. His hand dropped to his side. “It’s the desert. You’ll get used to it.”
The sound of his voice woke her from the trance his touch had evoked. “Of course.” She laughed shakily, struggling for composure. “I know I will. There’s just so much that’s different here.”
“Everything’s different here.”
Carol refused to meet his gaze. She plucked at the throat of her blouse. “Well, it certainly is a far cry from Atlanta. I was at PalmResort’s high-rise property there, downtown on Peachtree.” Quiet, Lawson, she thought. You’re starting to babble. But she couldn’t help herself. “This was a promotion. I … I grabbed it before I ever looked at a map to see where Carefree, Arizona, was.”
“Is,” he corrected with a grin. “Do you know where you are now?” Stepping so close, she could feel the heat from his body, he pointed off to the east. “Out there are the Superstition Mountains. There, the Mazatzals, then the Verde Valley, the Agua Fria … and then the desert. All the rest, all around, is desert.” He had turned them both in a circle, his body guiding hers as if in a dance, and for just an instant Carol felt light-headed. What would it feel like to really be held in this man’s arms, to move with him to some faint music, swaying, turning?
Where were these thoughts coming from? Shaking her head, Carol took a step back. “You forgot Phoenix. It’s out there too, unless the pilot was lying when we touched down.”
“Oh, the city.” Cody dismissed it with a shrug. Then he looked down at her, a sudden playfulness in his dark gaze. “Maybe it isn’t there. Maybe it’s vanished and all that exists are cacti and mesquite, road-runners and javelinas, coyotes getting ready to howl at the moon.”
“I thought wolves howl,” Carol said softly, her face upturned to his.
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m making it all up.” His eyes were dark and laughing. His words, his gaze were all a mystery daring to be unraveled.
If she’d been home, or even in the hotel, she’d have thought of something clever to say. Now cleverness eluded her. It was the heat … the shimmer of heat in the air, the heat of his body so close in the twilight. How could mere temperature have such a strange and disquieting effect? Her thoughts were whirling.
“I’ve got to go,” she said quickly, turning toward the low adobe building where the management employees were housed. “I’m tired and hot. I’ve got to get back to my room.”
“I’ll walk with you.”
She actually quickened her step away. “No, don’t. Thanks anyway.” The minute the words were out, she regretted them. Or did she? That was her usual response to a guy’s come-on. Why change now? Yet she turned to face him. “No, don’t. But thank you anyway.”
“You already said that,” he replied softly.
“I know, but I didn’t mean to say it so harshly.”
He studied her expression with a strange intensity. “You’re hard on yourself, aren’t you? I wonder why.”
She knew why. She always knew why. The decision she’d had to make nine years ago had taught her that lesson. If she’d been harder on herself then, more careful, more sensible, the world would be different now. Pain enveloped her. With her hands hugging her elbows, she backed away. “Good night, Mr. Briggs.”
Behind her, Cody lifted a hand. He had this overwhelming need to touch her, to soothe her. But he stuffed both hands in his pockets when she turned back to face him.
“Oh, by the way, the answer to your question is yes, you did fine today. Dr. Marcus was satisfied with the tour. More than satisfied. I think he actually used the word ‘enlightening.’ ” She finished with a rough little laugh that held no happiness.
That little sound made Cody want to pull her into his arms and comfort her, protect her. H
e could sense the pain she was struggling with, the sadness that shadowed her eyes, her face, her smile. It tore at his heart. She called up feelings from his soul that surprised and unnerved him. He thought he had pushed all that away, too angry to do anything but work and curse, yet every time he got within a mile of her, there came this flood of emotion. Like a flash flood in the desert, it would probably leave chaos in its wake.
“I’d take that with a grain of salt.” He shrugged coolly.
“Believe me, I did.” But he’d made her smile. Steering the conversation onto safer ground, Carol lifted one pale brow. “So, I guess the real reason you came back this evening was to brag.”
Cody pushed his hat back on his head and grinned at her. “As the saying goes, ‘It’s not bragging if you can do it.’ ” The laugh lines around his eyes and mouth softened the sharp planes and angles of his face, making him even more handsome and somehow younger, more boyish, like a young Clint Eastwood.
Carol rolled her eyes heavenward, seeking relief. This cowboy stuff was just too much. Yet she had to admit there was something irresistible in the broad grin and those glinting dark eyes. Cowboy grin, Indian eyes … broad shoulders and lean hips, spurs that jingle … jangle … jingle. No wonder they called it the wild West. A flicker of a smile danced in her cool blue eyes, warming them to sapphire. “The doctor must be an easy touch.”
Cody laughed. “Must be. But not you, huh?”
Carol shook her head, making her blond hair swing in an arc around her face. “Not me. I’m a tough customer.”
“Are you?” He looked at her, somehow seeing right through to the secret place in her soul … seeing the truth.
Carol felt the power of his gaze and turned away. “You bet I am. And now I’m going in. It’s been a long day.”
“It’s going to be a beautiful sunset,” he mused, looking off toward the mesas edging the horizon. “If you’ve never seen an Arizona sunset, you should pull out a chair, put up your feet, and watch the sky. It can be amazing—”
“Thank you, but I have other plans.”
“Good. So do I. It wasn’t an invitation, only a suggestion.” The teasing in his smile took the sting out of his words.
Still, Carol felt torn by conflicting emotions. Trouble was, she was too darn tired to figure it all out. “Good night.”
He touched two fingers to the brim of his hat, a typical Cody farewell. “Good evening, Lonesome.”
He watched her walk away, her slender body moving beautifully under her clothes, her pale hair glimmering in the light. She was like a sip of cool water in the desert, this blond, lovely woman … and he suddenly was a very thirsty man. But there was something else, something he’d seen in her eyes that drew him yet pushed him away at the same time. She wasn’t what she appeared, any more than he was.
Now, eyes narrowed as he strode out into the sun, he headed for his rendezvous with the desert.
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