far is Covenant Falls?” she asked although she already knew, having done extensive research. But it was a natural enough question and she wanted to keep him talking.
He glanced at her with a raised eyebrow and she suspected he knew what she was doing. “It’s only been two minutes,” he pointed out.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”
“About an hour and a half.”
“Are you staying at the Camel Trail Inn, too?”
He sighed and didn’t answer.
Now questions were busting out of her brain. She’d rarely met such an unhelpful male.
She knew she wasn’t pretty, with her untamable hair, a complexion that burned easily and a figure that was more stick than curvy, but she was usually interested in what guys were interested in, and easily became buddies with those she met. She was rarely in one place long enough to build a romantic relationship, though, and if one started budding, she ran as though the devil was after her. Marriage was her worst nightmare. She only knew of bad ones.
She looked at her watch. Five minutes were up.
“Where are you staying?” she asked. As far as she knew, the town had several bed and breakfasts, the inn and nothing else.
“A private cabin,” he said. “It belongs to a friend.”
“Was answering that hard?”
“I’m not particularly fond of reporters,” he said.
“Why?”
“The truth?”
“Always.”
“It’s not you, individually. It’s just that the vets here do not want publicity. One of the reasons they’ve stayed is because people here respect that. They’re no different than the pharmacist or woodworker or mechanic. They want Covenant Falls to grow because it’s a great place to live, not because they are some kind of oddity.”
“I can respect that,” she said.
“Can you? Aren’t you here for a story?”
“Won’t you need publicity if you go ahead with a therapy program?”
“No. We would work through military sources.”
“Is this why you came to pick me up? To diplomatically deliver a message?”
“I don’t think I was that diplomatic.”
She was silent for a moment. “What if I promise not to submit anything you or the other vets don’t approve?”
“I didn’t think reporters did that.”
“We usually don’t. Practically never, in fact,” she admitted. “But this subject is personally important to me. I want to do it. And I want to do it right.”
He took his eyes off the road and looked at her. She expected him to ask why. He didn’t. His gaze went back to the road.
She waited.
“No one can force you to leave,” he said.
“But I don’t want to run around chasing my tail either. I don’t break confidences or promises. If I did, no one would talk to me again.”
He didn’t say anything for a few minutes. She was beginning to think he wouldn’t. He’d obviously been sent to dissuade her. What he didn’t know was how badly she wanted to do the story. She’d been clutching the prospect like a lifeline.
Everything about it intrigued her: warriors ending up in a small town, healing, joining together to help others. It had everything...
But only if she could gain their trust. And the first gatekeeper to get by was the obviously wary man next to her.
THEY WEREN’T MORE than a mile out of Pueblo when Travis realized he was in trouble.
He had been from the first moment he saw her.
He’d tried to avoid glancing at his passenger as he drove the nearly empty two-lane road from Pueblo to Covenant Falls, but his gaze kept wandering from the road to Jenny Talbot.
She was not at all what he’d expected when Josh asked him to pick her up. She looked younger than the black-and-white photo he’d found online. Plus, in the photo her hair had been pulled back and it looked dark. Now it was short and fiery.
Neither had the photo done justice to the green eyes that danced with warmth and curiosity. She was medium height but looked taller, maybe because her body was lean rather than curvy. She radiated energy.
When he agreed to meet her, he’d expected someone like his ex-fiancé—cool and poised.
Jennifer Talbot was definitely not that. She wore worn jeans, a T-shirt and a denim jacket that looked great on her lanky figure. She didn’t try to hide the freckles on her nose. Her mouth was too wide for beauty, and her jaw too stubborn, but when she smiled, it was as if the sun just came out.
But she did have something in common with Dinah. Persistence.
He recalled the first time he’d met Dinah. As a commander in the field, he’d had contact with reporters and perfected the art of saying little and doing it politely.
That talent had been noted, and while he was stationed in Georgia, between deployments, he was often asked to be a spokesman. He’d met Dinah at a news conference. She was beautiful, charming...and persistent.
The memory of their last meeting still stung. It had, no doubt, made him leery of other journalists. But there was something different about this one.
He’d immediately noticed the way she avoided using her right arm and liked the fact that she stated the injury from the start without elaboration or expecting anything because of it. He’d also found, and liked, several of her articles. They demonstrated that she had a real understanding of the places and people she was covering. He didn’t have much time to think about it, though. He was too busy fending off questions after his five-minute moratorium was over. She didn’t hesitate to bore in. She obviously wanted a story. But he sensed the interest went deeper. Although he was usually cautious of civilians, especially reporters, he was attracted to her positive vibes and low-key humor.
But he was also cautious. He didn’t know what his next steps would be after this short—and virtually nonpaying—job. He was in no position to get interested in a woman. Any woman. Particularly one who was obviously consumed by her own career. Been there, done that.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a loud ahem sound.
She started her questions again, and to his surprise, he enjoyed dueling with her. As the questions continued, the car seemed to heat despite the cool air floating from the air-conditioning. He hadn’t felt it in a long time but he knew it was trouble.
