and escape from those problems. It gives one a better perspective.”
“You’re sure?”
“What I’m sure of is that I find you incredibly attractive.” Noah’s voice was soothing, and Sheila felt her body lean more closely to his.
“This won’t work, you know,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Don’t worry about tomorrow.”
“Someone has to.” Reluctantly she wrenched herself free of his arms and straightened her coat. “I came here to find your father because you refused to see me.”
“My mistake,” he conceded wryly.
She ignored his insinuation. “That’s the only reason I’m here. I didn’t intend to overhear your argument with your son, nor did I expect to get this close to you. I hope you understand.”
The smile that slid across his face was seductively charming. “I understand perfectly,” he responded gently, and Sheila felt herself becoming mesmerized all over again. He was powerful and yet kind, bold without being brash, strong but not unyielding—the kind of man Sheila had thought didn’t exist. Her attraction to him was compelling, but her feelings were precarious.
“I have to go.”
“Stay.”
“I can’t.”
“Because of your daughter?”
“She’s one reason,” Sheila lied. “There are others.”
His smile broadened, and she saw the flash of his white teeth. “Come on, let’s go inside. You’re getting soaked.”
“At least I’m wearing a coat,” she taunted, noticing the way his wet shirt was molding to the muscular contours of his shoulders and chest.
“I didn’t expect you to run out into the rain.”
“It was a stupid thing to do,” she admitted. “It’s just that I didn’t want to intrude. I didn’t think you—”
“Have problems of my own?”
Embarrassment crept up her throat. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. I should have been a little more discreet when Sean came home. I lost control when I saw him drunk again.” Noah wiped the rain from his forehead as if he were erasing an unpleasant thought. He touched her lightly on the elbow and guided her back into the house.
It was difficult for Noah to ignore any part of her; he couldn’t help but notice the quiet dignity with which she carried herself, the curve of her calf as she walked, or the shimmer of her chestnut hair, which had darkened into unruly curls in the rain.
“Thank you for seeing me,” she said softly. “I don’t suppose you would consider telling me how to reach your father?”
“I don’t think that would be wise.”
Sheila smiled sadly to herself. “Then I’ll be going. Thank you for your time.”
“You’re not really planning to drive back to the valley tonight?” he asked, studying the tired lines of her face. How far could he trust her? She seemed so open with him, and yet he felt as if she were hiding something, a secret she was afraid to share.
“No. I’ll drive back in the morning.”
He stood with his back to the fire, warming his palms on the rough stones. “But your daughter. I thought she was expecting you.”
“Not tonight. She’s probably having the time of her life. That grandmother of hers spoils her rotten.”
Noah rubbed his chin and his dark brows raised. “I didn’t realize your mother was still alive.”
A pensive expression clouded Sheila’s even features. “She’s not. Emily is staying with my ex-husband’s mother…. We’re still close.”
“What about your ex-husband? Are you still close to him, too?” Noah asked, brittlely. Why the devil did he even care? He watched a play of silent emotions darken Sheila’s eyes, and without knowing why, Noah Wilder immediately despised the man who had caused Sheila so much pain. He could feel the muscles in his jaw begin to tighten.
“Jeff and I are civil,” Sheila replied, hoping to close the unwelcome subject.
“Then you still see him?” Noah persisted.
“It can’t be avoided…because of Emily.”
“Is he good with your daughter?”
“Yes…I suppose so. Does it matter?” Sheila asked, experiencing a hot flash of indignation. She didn’t like discussing her feelings about Jeff with anyone, especially not a man she was beginning to admire.
“Doesn’t it…matter, I mean?”
“To me, yes. But why do you care?”
His voice lowered at the bitterness in her words. “I didn’t mean to bring up a sore subject.”
Sheila stiffened, but pushed back the hot retort forming in her throat. It was none of Noah’s business. Her divorce from Jeff had been a painful experience, one she would rather not think about or discuss.
“I think I had better leave,” she stated evenly. She reached into the front pocket of her purse and fished for her keys. The conversation was getting far too personal.
“You mean you want to run away, don’t you?”
“What?”
“Isn’t that what you were doing when I found you out on the veranda, leaning over the rail? Weren’t you attempting to avoid a confrontation with me?”
“You were arguing with your son! I was only trying to give you some privacy.”
His eyes darkened. “There’s more to it than that, isn’t there?”
“I don’t know what you’re suggesting.”
“Sure you do.” He moved from the fireplace to stand only inches from her. “Any time the conversation turns a little too personal, you try to avoid me,” he accused. A dangerous glint of blue fire flashed in his eyes.
Sheila stood her ground. “I came here to talk about business. There was nothing personal about it.”
“Save that for someone gullible enough to believe it.”
She glared at him defiantly but held onto her poise. “Quit beating around the bush and just say what it is that’s bothering you.”
“You came over here with the intention of contacting Ben. You were sidestepping me. Don’t take me for such a fool. I know that you were deliberately trying to avoid me.”
“Only because you were being completely unreasonable!”
