said, “As long as the hanky-panky isn’t one of the things we have in common, then we’ll get along fine.”
He laughed. “Oh, Vivian. You’re so prim and pretty.”
Shaking her head, she said, “And you’re so—ridiculous.”
“Oh, come on. You know you want to laugh with me. And you know you already like me. Don’t you?”
He could see the corners of her lips twitching as she fought to hold back a smile.
“Stop it. Stop it right now,” she ordered in a voice that was more playful than demanding.
“No. You stop, Viv, right now.”
Her head jerked in his direction and she frowned at him in stunned fascination. “What?”
“Back up. To the campsite we just passed on my side. The guy was changing the oil in his truck.”
“That’s not exactly a crime, Sawyer,” she pointed out.
“No. But I want to make sure he doesn’t think he’s going to dispose of all that used oil back at the sanitary station.”
“I hadn’t thought about that,” she admitted. “And I should have. We’ve caught people trying to dump all sorts of environmental hazards into the sewer tank. Hopefully this guy plans to haul the oil to the nearest town and dispose of it properly.”
“We’re going to make sure he does.”
Vivian jammed the vehicle in Reverse and slowly backed to the entrance of the campsite.
“I’ll let you deal with this one,” she said smugly, as the two of them climbed out of the SUV. “You’re the one who spotted it.”
“Thanks,” he said drily. “I always like to start my day off being a jerk.”
“Don’t you mean doing your duty?” she asked, as she walked alongside him.
Sawyer looked at her and chuckled. “Sometimes they’re one and the same.”
He’d called her Viv. Such a simple little thing that really meant nothing. And yet, here it was nearly three hours later and Vivian still couldn’t quit thinking about the way his shortened use of her name had made her feel. The way he made her feel. It was crazy.
“Do you always eat like a bird?”
He was sitting a few feet away from her on a sunbaked boulder just off a hiking trail. Less than three yards in front of them was the edge of a rock bluff overlooking a portion of the lake. It was a beautiful view of the water among the desert hills, and they’d chosen the spot to stop for lunch.
For the past fifteen minutes Vivian had watched him wolf down two sandwiches, a bag of chips and a banana. Now he was topping it off with a chocolate cupcake with thick confectioner’s icing. As for her, she’d managed to nibble her way through half of a bologna sandwich, but even eating that much food had been a major chore. Being in Sawyer’s company had caused major butterflies in her stomach. At this rate, she’d be skin and bones before Louis came back to work.
“Normally I have a big appetite. I’m just not hungry for lunch today. Guess I had too much eggs and chorizo for breakfast.”
“You cook breakfast before you leave for work?”
No, Vivian rarely cooked anything. Not because she disliked it, but because Reeva, the longtime house cook for Three Rivers Ranch, always kept delicious dishes on the family table. But Vivian wasn’t quite ready to reveal to Sawyer that she and her daughter lived with her mother and brothers on one of the largest ranches in Arizona. He saw her only as a working woman. And for now that was the way Vivian wanted to keep it.
“I cook whenever the urge hits me.” Which was true enough, she thought.
“Guess your husband enjoys it whenever you do make his favorite meal.”
His remark was more than obvious and the idea that he was interested in her marital status was flattering, along with disturbing.
“I wouldn’t know,” she replied. “I’ve not seen him in more than eleven years.”
Even though he’d slipped on a pair of aviator sunglasses earlier this morning, she could tell he was staring at her. The idea made her want to jump to her feet. Instead, she wrapped up what was left of her sandwich and stuffed it back into her lunch bucket.
“I take it he’s an ex-husband.”
“That’s right,” she said stiffly. “I was married for two years. Long enough to have a daughter.”
He continued to stare at her and Vivian wondered what he was thinking. Most likely that he wasn’t going to waste his time flirting with a single mother in her midthirties. And he’d be thinking right. She wasn’t in the market for a man. Even if her family was often pushing her to find one.
Her family couldn’t understand her aversion to getting back into the dating scene. After nearly twelve years of being single, most of them figured she was over her short, disastrous marriage. Her little brother Holt was the only one who seemed to understand her feelings about risking her heart again. Not because he’d been married before, but because out of all her siblings, she was closest to him and he to her. Holt recognized that it wasn’t men Vivian mistrusted, but rather her own judgment of them.
“You have a daughter?”
“Yes. Hannah. She’s twelve going on thirteen. Although, to hear her tell it, she knows more than a twenty-year-old.”
He grunted with amusement. “Don’t we all at that age?”
She cast him a wry smile. “I suppose. I remember I was around that age when I told my mother I was going to be an astronaut and nothing could stop me.”
“Obviously something stopped you.”
She let out a soft laugh. “I got on an airplane with my two older brothers for a trip to California. Once the plane landed I was so terrified I begged them to rent a car for the return trip. They refused and I hid my eyes during the entire flight back home.”
He grinned. “So you learned you didn’t like leaving the ground.”
“I figured out exploring the desert is much more fun to me.”
“Most women like office jobs. What made you decide to be a park ranger?”
She shook her head. “I’m not the indoor type. And my parents pushed all of us kids to get at least some college education, so I studied for four long years and ended up with a degree in natural resource management and nearly enough hours for a degree in agribusiness. Later on—after I divorced—I was glad that I’d acquired all that knowledge. It was just what I needed to get a job here at Lake Pleasant.”
“Hmm. You’ve got me beat in the education department. I’m still working toward my degree in wildlife ecology. A few more online courses and I should be finished by the end of this coming spring.”
Just about
