She's the One (10 page)

“Someone else did. There wasn’t time.”

“Which means you put their safety above your own,” she pointed out, “because if you’d put yourself first you would’ve made that call and waited for the fire department to arrive. You wouldn’t have gone inside a burning house after them.”

Holding him close, she closed her eyes, her forehead against his jaw, trying to think of a way to reach him. Given the newness of their…relationship or friendship or whatever it was, was she crazy to feel so sure?

Alex went over what he’d told her and tried to think of it in ways a man might. Then she knew
why
he’d told her. Why he’d said she had to know before anything else happened between them like kissing or—
being
together.

Dylan was afraid she’d believe the worst and he was giving her an out.

Was that why he’d ended things so abruptly last night? Why he’d kept his distance today?

Maybe what he’d told her should make a difference but it didn’t. His past was more than she’d wanted to encounter on her trip to Alaska, but no man could fake the look Dylan wore, could fake being as tormented as he was. And she didn’t believe he’d told her anything but
the truth. “Did you expect me to think you’re a murderer?” she asked softly, her heart pounding in her chest because she knew by the shifting and lowering of his gaze that she was right.

“Some people do.”

“Not me. Dylan, I look at your face and I see the truth.” She lifted her hand and smoothed a finger over his jaw, his beard soft to the touch. “Who blames you? Lauren’s family?”

“She didn’t have much family but they weren’t the only ones who thought it suspicious under the circumstances.”

Because of the other man in Lauren’s bedroom. “Okay, fine. You didn’t get them out. But what about the man she was with? Why didn’t
he
get them out? What about Lauren? She was an adult. Why didn’t
she
save Colt and get them out before the fire spread?”

Who knew what anyone’s response would be in that type of situation? As much as she’d like to think she would run into a burning building to save her family, it was as likely that she would freeze, so horrified by what was happening that she couldn’t move.

The thought didn’t sit well. For all her worldly travels and adventures, it was a humbling realization to discover that cowardliness about oneself.

“According to the autopsies both of them had been drinking pretty heavily. I didn’t hear the man with her screaming, only her.”

No wonder the fire had gotten so out of hand without anyone discovering it. “Dylan, I can only imagine the pain you feel given all you’ve endured. I hate that you and Colt have gone through such a thing, but all I
see
when I look at you? All I see is a man who risked ev
erything to save his family. Colt was a
baby
and your priority in getting him out first was right on the mark. You might have been angry at your wife but did you
want
her to die?”

“No.”

His whisper was strong, adamant.

“Regardless of who she was with, she was Colt’s mother and she was a good one.”

He praised Lauren, even after her betrayal. “Then make every moment you have with Colt count even more because his mother isn’t here to share them with him. Leave the past where it belongs—in the past.”

The gratitude and warmth in his eyes gave away his intent to kiss her. They were side by side, nearly nose to nose. Then his mouth was on hers and she was in his arms. This kiss was desperate and thankful and hotter than any they’d shared last night. It was a kiss of life and hope, and she was so glad to share it with him.

When Dylan finally let her up for air, he kept her close, his breath hitting her mouth.

“We pick the worst damn places to do this.”

She laughed, still trying to catch her breath from the fierceness of the kiss and agreeing completely. She didn’t know what would happen between now and Saturday when it was time for her to leave Deadwood Mountain, but for the first time ever she knew she was getting involved with someone associated with the business being reviewed.

“You’re cold again. And hungry from the sounds of your stomach.”

Alex laughed, embarrassed. “I am. And Zeke and the others probably ate lunch with their faces pressed
against the window watching for us. Any longer and they’ll be sending out a search party.”

“We’d better go back.”

“Yes.”

But neither of them wanted to go. They didn’t move.

Then she had a thought, crazy as it sounded. “Dylan, what if…I have a proposition for you?”

Dylan raised a thick eyebrow and dropped a chaste kiss on her forehead. “You’ve definitely got me curious.”

She fingered the zipper of his coat, suddenly nervous because she’d never really propositioned a guy before. Stumbling and rambling her way through an explanation about her canceled tours, she finally shut up and simply asked, “So, would you be interested in spending more time with me?”

Oh, what a question, such a hard question to ask. What if after everything he said no?

“I’ve never been anyone’s tour guide. I know Alaska’s history pretty well because it’s something I’m interested in, but that’s about it.”

“If you’d rather not take it on right now, I understand. You have your hands full with Colt and running the lodge.”

He winced at her words.

“What? Did something happen?”

Dylan wrapped his arms around her and snuggled her close. “I got into it with Zeke again this morning. I’m definitely going to check into buying that land I told you about.”

Good. He was making plans, putting the past behind him the way she’d urged him to do. The way he needed to do.

“But I’m definitely interested. Alexandra, you don’t have any doubts? Any reservations?”

About the fire, about him, about
being
with him. That’s what he meant. She gave him a soft, lingering kiss. “Does that answer your question?”

“I do like the thought of your cold nose pressed against my cheek for two more weeks.”

Alex watched as he gave her an oh, so slow and gorgeously sexy smile.

“If you’re sure, I guess you have a tour guide.”

A
LEX DOWNED HER LUNCH
, ignored Zeke, Ansel and Walter’s questioning, inquisitive stares, then claimed fatigue the moment Dylan left to do some work he needed to do.

Dylan obviously had reservations about whatever was happening between them—with good reason after the betrayal of his past and what had been said—and so did she. But another worry was her credibility.

She had to write the review. She needed to get it out of the way, so when her vacation began she’d be completely free to enjoy her time with Dylan. His reaction to her being a reviewer was no longer a worry, now that she knew he planned to leave Zeke’s lodge, anyway.

Safely ensconced in her room, Alex stared at the screen of her laptop and reread what she’d written so far.

She inserted the photos she’d taken the day after her arrival, then saved the document. With work—and the lingering ethical dilemma—nominally satisfied, memories of Dylan’s kisses took over and her body warmed. Her mind whirled in a totally hot-for-her-host kind of way but she didn’t know what to
do
about it given that she only had
two weeks
.

Why kiss him? Why start
any
thing with him when she knew their time together would be so brief?

Because this has been the most romantic few days of your life?

It was true. Of all the places she’d traveled, of all the men she’d shared drinks with, danced with or flirted with, the time she’d spent with Dylan
had
been the most romantic. Last night on the dock beneath the northern lights, today on the boat….

She felt the connection building, but all too soon she would have to fly to Anchorage, return to work reviewing whatever hotel or resort David was sending her to in Cabo. And go home to Tennessee and face her family at Christmas knowing they were upset that she’d blown them off to spend Thanksgiving in Alaska.

With Dylan.

Just like that, her thoughts made a complete circle in her head and she was back to her original question. Could she handle something so casual? She could count her lovers on one hand and have a finger or two left.

Extending her stay at Deadwood Mountain when she
sensed what would undoubtedly happen between her and Dylan was self-indulgent, even irresponsible.

But it will be fun.

Yes. Totally fun. Still, toss in the fact they knew little about each other and the crazy measure shot to ginormous proportions. Sure, he’d shared some about his past and her heart broke for him, but what woman in this day and age shared
anything
with a guy without first checking him out online? Amazing what you could discover about a person by typing their name into a few sites on the Internet.

At the same time, what if she shut Dylan down, walked away, and always wondered?

What if she and Dylan really had
it
, that magical, mystical quality some couples had, and she left on Saturday when she should be screaming, “Yes, yes, yes!”

She wanted to scream.

Wanna knock some boots, do ya?

No. Well, yes, okay, she did, but
no
. She wasn’t raised to do these types of things. The suddenness of it would make her feel cheap and easy and yet already she felt more for Dylan than she had for past boyfriends she’d dated longer.

After watching her parents’ and grandparents’ marriages over the years, however, she knew she was a true romantic. She
believed
in commitment. At the very least she felt a person should get to know someone and form an emotional connection
before
muddying the waters with sex.

Haven’t you formed that connection already? And who says you’re going to do anything?

She dropped her head back against the headboard.
It’s two weeks of sightseeing and touring and friendship. Companionship. No other decisions have been made.

True. But what about the big question. What if being with Dylan was wonderful? What if they did hook up? Then what? She loved her job, her
life
, exactly as it was right now.

You’re the one who made the offer.

Yes. Yes, she had and she wanted to stay, wanted Dylan to be her guide for the next two weeks. But she knew exactly where those kisses they’d exchanged could lead. Would she be better off
not
exploring whatever this was between them? Safer? Smarter?

Truthfully, if something did happen, it would be a fling. A two-week, let’s have fun, casual
thing
. What else
but
sex could she and Dylan have under the circumstances and time constraints?

This was why people stayed single. All the questions and problems and stress? It was too complicated to
be
with someone.

She shook off her worries and focused on the computer because she wasn’t capable of answering questions that hadn’t yet become problems. First things first. She had to write the review.

Picking up where she’d left off, she typed:

Alex added the photos she’d taken of her arctic char, the filleting process and a shot of it on the mesh being cooked over the flames for David to select from and approve.

Getting into the groove, she hunted through the many photos she’d taken to find just the right ones, and gave herself over to pointing out the best features of the lodge. But once that was done and her many photos attached, she came to the difficult part—being honest about where the destination fell short.

She went on to list the lack of electricity after ten, the shared bathrooms and a few other little things she’d noticed during her stay.

Here she added the photographs she’d taken from the other side of the lake featuring the lodge with the mountain range towering into the sky, the red-and-white plane floating by the pier, the one-room cabins and the green truck parked by the toolshed. She also included photos of the northern lights, the dead trees poking out of the lake and the bear fishing, the eagles soaring overhead and the ducks on their journey south.

If David used half the photos, the two-page spread would be full and it would go a long way to promoting Zeke’s lodge.

Alex saved the review on her hard drive and flash drive before exiting the program, knowing the document still needed to be tweaked but allowing herself time to mull over any additions or changes. A rating of four out of five was good, maybe too good. She had to be fair and that might mean taking it down to three-point-five due to the not shabby but older furnishings, the lack of private baths, et cetera. Again, something she could decide later now that the bulk was completed.

She closed the laptop slowly, her heart picking up speed. She’d tweak the review during her last two days at the lodge, and e-mail it to her boss the next time she had Internet access. But now there was nothing stand
ing in the way of whatever happened next between her and Dylan.

The question was—what did she want to happen?

A
FTER LUNCH
D
YLAN HAD
excused himself and spent a couple hours chopping wood and a couple more switching out the Super Cub’s floats to wheel-skis. The process required using the tractor to lift the two-passenger plane out of the water, making the change, double-checking it, then readying it for flight.

The entire time he replayed the conversation with Alexandra, searching his mind for any signs of hesitation or disbelief on her part.

Truth was he looked forward to the upcoming two weeks with more enthusiasm and anticipation than he’d ever thought possible. Because if Alexandra stayed as warm and forgiving and
genuine
as she appeared…

He smelled dinner the moment he walked into the utility room. Alexandra’s laughter drifted to him, light and sweet, along with the deep voices of the older men. She’d mentioned downloading her photos and getting some work done. Given her mood after the heaviness of their discussion, he figured she must have made headway.

After washing his hands, Dylan stepped through the opening between the rooms, unprepared for the kick in the chest he received when he spotted Alexandra noticing Colt’s chin dripping in spaghetti sauce. Smiling, she leaned over and gently wiped Colt’s face with a napkin. Such a simple gesture, but it was also packed full of tenderness and caring. Colt went right back to eating but Dylan knew by the look on Alexan
dra’s face as she watched Colt that she was thinking of the fire, imagining him not sitting there right now.

He looked at Alexandra from beneath his long thick lashes, a shy smile curling his lips. The sauce was back on his chin, maybe deliberately so? Laughing, Alexandra wiped his face again. And Colt let her.

Looked as though Dylan wasn’t the only one curious about their guest.

O
NCE DINNER WAS OVER
and the dishes cleaned in a group effort, everyone settled in the living room. By request Dylan got his guitar and strummed a few tunes but often he found himself looking at Alexandra as she showed the others some of her photos. And no wonder.

Her whole face lit up when she smiled, and she had a sparkle in her lavender eyes that couldn’t be diminished. She laughed a lot, and enjoyed her life. And it showed.

“Hey, stop. Go back. That was a good one of me catching that lake trout. Ansel, come look at this. You should see this. She got that moose we saw the other day.” Walter pointed a finger at the screen. “Could I get a copy of that one?”

Shaking her head with yet another laugh, Alexandra shifted her position on the hard wooden seat of the dining chair, the click of the laptop’s mouse and keyboard blending in with the snap and crackle of the fire burning in the grate. “Sure. I’ll add it to the other ones you want.”

Walter didn’t seem to get that her photos were to be sold, not given away, but Alexandra didn’t seem to mind. She had a soft spot for both Walter and Ansel, teasing them as much as she was teased.

Zeke was right. His first impression of Alexandra had been skewed by his past experiences. Alexandra might possess Lauren’s flair for fashion but she was nothing like Lauren otherwise.

Drawn, Dylan set the guitar aside and moved closer to see her computer screen and the slide show of photos. There were a few shots of Ansel and Walter enjoying the scenery, but none of him or Colt that he saw.

In the scheme of things, it probably wouldn’t matter if she photographed them. He and Colt had changed a lot since he’d moved them from California. Anyone who knew him then would be hard-pressed to recognize him now. Before he’d been clean shaven, his hair shorter and expertly styled away from his face, his clothes expensive. But the biggest change of all was how he and Colt had both aged. Colt no longer looked like a toddler but like a little boy. As for himself, well, it was amazing what a beard and two years of hell could do to a man. He looked ten years older than he was and definitely sported a lot more wrinkles and gray hair.

“I almost forgot,” Alexandra said when the show ended. With quick, efficient movements, she shut the computer down. “I’ve been meaning to ask where Colt’s cabin and corral came from. The set is beautifully carved. I’d love to get one for my nephew for Christmas.”

Dylan glanced toward the toys she referred to. “Those were a gift from one of the local families.”

“It was a thank-you,” Zeke added. “Storm was headed our way but the family had a medical emergency. No one else would risk flying out but Dylan jumped in his plane and answered their distress call. He flew them to Anchorage to the hospital and saved their
little girl. Doc said fifteen more minutes and her appendix would’ve ruptured.”

Dylan felt Alexandra staring at him and had to make himself meet her gaze, her words from that afternoon repeating in his head. He knew he’d have done everything he could to rescue Lauren and her lover but when the world turned against him, doubts had crept in. As to the Foxx’s little girl…“I was the closest, that’s all. Owen Foxx carves the sets to sell in the craft stores and galleries in Anchorage and Fairbanks.”

“No need for her to get them there when you’ve agreed to be her guide. You can take her to meet Owen himself,” Zeke stated. “Alex would probably like his workshop.”

Alexandra gave Dylan a sheepish glance. “I hope you don’t mind. I told them you’ve agreed to be my guide. I wanted to make sure Zeke didn’t rent my room.”