A Ranger For Christmas. Stella BagwellЧитать онлайн книгу.
time she looked at him?
“What makes you think I’m stirred up?”
Leaning slightly toward her, he studied her face. “Because the little gold flecks in your green eyes are flashing fire and there’s a raspberry-red color staining your cheeks.”
What was it about this guy? She wanted to be outraged and insulted, yet deep down she felt flattered that he was implying she was attractive.
Oh, brother, she’d been without a man for much too long. At least, that’s what her younger brother Holt would say.
“Really?” she asked.
“Sure. We’re going to be the best of partners,” he said, then gestured toward the gearshift. “Don’t you think you should put that in Reverse and get us out of here? We’re burning daylight.”
Straightening away from him, she yanked the gearshift into R and tromped on the gas pedal to send the vehicle flying backward. If Mort happened to look out the window and see gravel spewing from the tires, then so be it, she thought crossly. He was the one who’d gotten her into this mess.
Sawyer would be lying if he said he was anything but shocked when he’d walked into Mort Woolsey’s office and found Vivian Hollister waiting for him.
When he’d been contacted about taking the temporary position here at Lake Pleasant, he’d been excited at the opportunity to work in different surroundings. He’d not bothered to ask who he’d be working with. And even when Mort had told him his new partner would be a woman, he’d not been fazed one way or the other. Sawyer liked to think of himself as easygoing and flexible. He could work with most anyone. And he’d expected Vivian Hollister to be no different. Still, he’d imagined his new partner was going to be a coarse, homely woman in her early fifties with a henpecked husband waiting for her at home.
Vivian Hollister had blown that image to smithereens. Tall and shapely with chestnut-red hair that brushed her shoulders, she had the face of an angel and the sass of an unbroken filly. Just looking at her sent his thoughts in all sorts of naughty directions. And to make matters worse, she knew it.
As for the husband waiting on her at home, he wasn’t sure about that yet. Back in Mort’s office, he’d checked out her ring finger and there definitely hadn’t been any sort of band or diamonds to brand her as some man’s wife. But that hardly meant she was unattached. For all he knew, she could have a special boyfriend, or even a live-in lover. No doubt, a woman who looked like her had men circling around her like a pack of hungry coyotes.
“Where did you work before?”
Her question brought him out of his daydreaming and he looked over to see her focus was on the narrow blacktopped road. So far they’d been traveling through open desert hills dotted with spiny bayonet, sage, cacti and agave. To his right, in the far distance, he caught glimpses of blue water.
“At Dead Horse Ranch State Park. It’s near Cottonwood. Are you familiar with the area?”
“A little. Enough to know the landscape is far different up there than it is here. You have trees and forests and creeks. We mostly have thorns, horned lizards and rattlesnakes. Are you sure you can handle it until spring ends?”
He chuckled. “I can handle most anything—for a while.”
“If you live in Cottonwood, you have a long commute,” she commented.
“I live on the Yavapai-Apache reservation west of Camp Verde. Once I get on 17 the drive isn’t all that bad.”
She darted him a glance. “You have family there? On the reservation?”
“Only my grandmother. I live with her.”
“Oh.”
His gaze slipped over her profile to eventually land on the soft, sweet curve of her lips. Did she have a special man that kissed her until she was wrapping her arms around his neck and begging for more?
Trying to shake off that image, he repeated her one-word reply. “Oh. What does that mean? You can’t figure why I’d live on the reservation?”
“No. It means I’m a bit surprised that you live with your grandmother. I figured you’d have a bachelor pad in town.”
Chuckling again, he shook his head. “Me live in a town? Never. And I’d never leave my grandmother. She raised me from a little boy. It’s time for me to take care of her now.”
She shot him an odd look that he couldn’t quite decipher. Maybe she considered it strange, even shiftless, for a man of his age to still be living with his grandmother in the same house he’d grown up in. Some of his friends thought so. They’d often encourage him to move off the reservation so that he’d be closer to his work and all the excitement and entertainment the city had to offer. But none of them understood what he deemed most important in his life.
“Is your grandmother elderly?”
“Nashota is seventy-seven. And thankfully in great health. When I said take care of her—I didn’t mean she was decrepit. I meant financially and to make sure she knows that she’s loved and has a purpose for living. That kind of thing.”
She remained quiet for a long time, and though Sawyer would’ve liked to know what was going on in that pretty head of hers, he didn’t ask. It wasn’t often that he talked to a woman about his grandmother or his personal life. And he wasn’t sure why he’d said anything to Vivian Hollister. But there was something soft and alluring about her that tugged at him. Something that made her very different from the women he normally associated with.
After a moment, she said, “You’re a lucky man, Sawyer. All of my grandparents have passed on. I miss not being able to spend time with them.”
She understood. And he suddenly realized Vivian Hollister was far more than a pretty female in a ranger uniform. The knowledge left him a little uneasy. It wasn’t in his nature or his plan to ever get serious about a woman. And he definitely didn’t want to develop an important attachment to this one.
Hell, why would he be worrying about such a thing? He was an expert at playing the field. He knew how to enjoy a woman without letting his heart take a serious dive. Enjoying some romantic time with Vivian shouldn’t put him in a risky situation. He wouldn’t let it.
“That’s why I want to be around for these last years of her life. Some of my friends call me corny and a few other things. For being so close to my grandmother. But that’s all right. I have a tough hide.”
“I wouldn’t call your devotion corny. I’d call it admirable.”
Admirable. Sawyer couldn’t remember ever being called that by anyone before. Especially a woman. Granted, he was basically a good guy. But he was hardly one to be admired. It wouldn’t be long before Vivian figured that out for herself. Still, for now, he might as well enjoy her approval for as long as it lasted, he thought.
He forced his gaze to move away from her and on to the landscape passing the passenger window. “Is this the route you and Louis usually patrol?”
“This is it. There’s nearly a hundred and fifty camping sites in the park, so the responsibilities for those are divided among the rangers. This is the area Louis and I keep tabs on. Along with several hiking trails.”
“What about the lake itself? I understand there are several water sports going on around here for most of the year.”
“That’s right. Fishing, boating, scuba diving and swimming. Our duties don’t include visitors on the water. The park has specially trained rangers for that job. So we don’t have to concern ourselves with those folks.” She wheeled the SUV onto a curved blacktopped road that entered a large camping area. “I don’t know about Dead Horse Ranch State Park, but you can see we have lots of snowbirds during the winter