Forbidden Spirits (26 page)

"Then you're from Navarre?" she asked.

"I am," Zak replied, resting the ax on his shoulder.

She remembered how tall he was. She'd even had to shade her face to block the sun, as she looked up at him, and said, "What are you doing around here?"

"Working at the wildlife park down the road. Who are you?"

"TJ O'Reilly," she replied. "My father owns this place."

"Well, TJ O'Reilly," Zak said, "I suppose you can swing an ax and split dead center."

"Sure," she replied. Adjusting her baseball cap so her hair would stay tucked inside, she took the ax, and said, "Go ahead. Set up a log."

Zak eyed her with amused indulgence, then placed a log on end and stepped back. She focused on the line chalked across the end of the log, raised the ax high overhead, and sent it cracking into the log, splitting it in two. Zak picked up one of the sections, and said, "Not bad."

Tess looked at him, incensed. "What do you mean, not bad? It's right on the line." She pointed to the chalk line tracing the edge of the split.

"So it is," Zak kidded. Then he gave her a smile that lit up his entire face, and added, "Learn to hold that ax right and maybe you'll pick up some speed." He took the ax from her and held it as before. "You'd better run along now and join your friends," he said, referring to a group of boys who stood watching, a short distance away. Tess hadn't given much thought to boys before then. She'd more or less considered herself one of them. But after all these years, she still remembered the effect Zak had on her later that day.

During the pole climbing contest she'd scurried down the pole and was standing with the other contestants—all of them about her age, and all of them boys—as the announcer boomed over the loud speaker, "Well, folks, TJ O'Reilly's done it again." The crowd cheered, Tess raked her hat from her head and tossed it into the air, and her father rushed over and gave her a hug.

"I knew you could do it kid," he said. He set her down and walked off. And she retrieved her hat, twisted her hair into a knot, and plopped the hat on top of her head to hold the knot in place. Then she looked past the retreating figure of her father and saw Zak watching.

With a broad grin, he started toward her. "Learn to swing an ax the way you climb a pole and I'll bow out of the contest," he said. "That was good climbing."

Tess had been vividly aware of Zak's lean face and square jaw, the dark hair springing from under his beret, his soulful gray eyes as he peered down at her. And for the first time in her life, she'd wished she looked more like a woman. She also knew that the flannel shirt tucked inside her jeans and held in place by wide red suspenders hid every vestige of her changing figure.

Zak reached out and took the bill of her hat and lifted it from her head, releasing her hair, then took a lock in his fingers, looked at it thoughtfully, and said, "What's your real name, TJ?"

For an instant she couldn't remember. It was his eyes that caught and held her attention then. Their color fascinated her. She'd never seen eyes that color. Not quite gray... not quite green...

"Let me guess," he said. "Tammy Jo."

"What?"

"Your name."

Focusing on his question, she said, "Well... it's... Theresa Jean. Tess."

"That's a pretty name, Tess. You should use it." He slipped the hat into her hands, smiled and walked away, leaving her staring after him.

The next time she saw Zak was the year she'd turned seventeen. Zak's father bought the adjoining property and hired Timber West to log it, and he sent Zak there to burn the piles of limbs and brush left from logging and to repair the old cabin and outbuildings on the property. While there, Zak hired on with her father to cut and limb. That was also the summer Zak gave her a promissory ring and vowed to love her forever, then left...

She looked up from the grid of ax marks when she heard her father's truck pulling into the clearing. Drawing in an agitated breath, she marched toward him in long strides, and said, "Dad, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to be here when you faced the men," Gib O'Reilly replied.

"You know you're not supposed to be here," Tess snapped.

Gib straightened. "The doc said I could do things in moderation."

"He specifically told you to stay away from Timber West until after your next checkup."

Gib squared his thin shoulders. "I figured if I'm around, the boys won't give you a bad time."

"If they give me a bad time, I'll handle it," Tess said. "I'm not exactly new to this." She thought of the hours she'd worked helping David with their construction business. Even after their three-year marriage ended, when she became Tess O'Reilly again, she'd joined Pacific Coast Construction in Seattle, continuing to work with men.

"You haven't worked with these men," Gib insisted. "You might find you've bitten off more than you can chew with Jed Swenson."

"I'm not intimidated by male chauvinism," Tess said, "and from what you've told me that's what I'll be facing with Swenson." She noted the shadows under her father's eyes and the sharp angles of his face and realized how much older he looked since his heart attack, which alarmed her. "Please, Dad, just go home and let me handle things here on my own."

"I need to stop by Carl Yaeger's first and make sure he knows I don't have one foot in the grave," Gib groused. "Ezzie said he was here asking questions, and I know damn well he'll be pushing to buy us out."

"This is exactly what the doctor was talking about," Tess said. "You come here and suddenly you've got to see Carl Yaeger and heaven knows what else, when all you're supposed to be concerned with is your heart." She sighed. "Please, Dad, go home. I'll stop by tomorrow and fill you in on everything."

"Damn, you're a stubborn woman," Gib said. "Come hell or high water you're determined to do things on your own, whether it's running this place or running away from home." Saying nothing more, he turned and headed toward his truck.

"Dad?" Tess called after him, feeling a knot in her stomach, knowing their old grievance was still there. Her father glanced back and waited.

"Wish me well."

He studied her for a moment, then smiled, and said. "Just don't be too hard on my men."

Tess warmed under his rare smile, but when she saw his truck turn out of sight, the apprehension she'd felt over the past few weeks returned. His heart attack jolted her. Now, she felt a desperate need to restore the relationship they'd once had before it was too late. Returning to Baker’s Creek to take over his logging operation was a start. He'd seemed pleased, and at last, after seven years, they were speaking civilly.

She climbed into her Jeep and headed down the dirt road, and five minutes later, pulled to a halt in front of the cabin. But when she stepped out of the jeep, in the distance she caught what sounded like someone hacking at something near the boundary that bordered Jean-Pierre de Neuville's property. Her father ordered some thinning along the property line earlier, but no one should be there now... Unless it was the elusive Jed Swenson, in which case she'd have some words with him to remind him who was boss.

She started up the logging road. On the opposite side of the road, and a few hundred feet further, she saw a truck parked in front of the cabin where Zak stayed the summer he'd worked for her father, so she assumed Jean-Pierre de Neuville had rented out the cabin.

Determined to shrug off memories of the intimacies that had taken place in that cabin, she quickened her pace. Still, the memories haunted her. She could not remember the exact moment she'd decided Zak wasn't coming back, but after a year of waiting for him, she'd had enough of her father's harangue, and David offered an alternative—marriage, and a life somewhere else. But even that failed. Although they'd worked well together in their construction business, their personal life had been trying, and she knew the marriage would never work because she simply didn't love David. Maybe she'd never gotten over Zak. After seven years, she still wondered where he was, and felt an emptiness.

As she continued up the logging road, with each long stride it was becoming increasingly clear that the sounds were those of someone methodically hacking their way through the forest. Stepping up her pace, she cut through the woods and headed directly toward the sounds, and as she made her way toward the clearing where the properties met, she saw the man, just ahead, and well inside Timber West land. His back was to her, and he had no idea she was there as he whacked away at the limbs from an encroaching maple while making his way toward the clearing where the downed trees lay. She had no idea who the man was, or why he was slashing through their woods, but he'd better have a damn good explanation.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing!" she called out. "You're on Timber West land."

The man stopped, the machete clutched in his upraised hand. Then he lowered his arm, turned slowly, and after a long stretch of silence, he said, "Tess?"

The once familiar voice set Tess's heart pounding, and as she stared in shocked surprise at the man now facing her, all the clever things she imagined saying to Zak, if they ever met again, escaped her. The only thing she was aware of was the tall, broad-shouldered figure quickly closing the gap between them.

CHAPTER 2

"How long have you been here?" Zak asked, as he walked toward Tess.

"Here?" Tess repeated, taking in the details of a face that had almost faded from memory—Zak's dark wavy hair, always in need of a trim, his gray-green eyes, his firm chin with the hint of a cleft she'd once teased with the tip of her tongue. The last time she'd seen him he was only twenty-one, yet she'd considered him a man, but she was totally unprepared for the flesh-and-blood man facing her now.

Her pulse quickened as he approached, and she had to swallow before words would come. "I... umm... just came to see who was in the woods," she said, in an unsteady voice.

"I meant, how long have you been at Timber West?" Zak asked.

"Oh... umm... about a week," Tess replied, aware of his eyes scanning the length of her.

Even after all the years of bitterness she felt towards him at his disappearance from her life without a word, she still wished she didn't have a yellow hardhat perched on her head, or was wearing an old work shirt, and faded jeans, and scuffed boots. "That is, I've been about a week in Baker’s Creek... one day here at camp... well, at the cabin too," she replied, the words seeming to stumble over each other. She willed herself to concentrate on anything but the breadth of Zak's shoulders, and the thick wall of his chest, and a face that was even more handsome than she remembered.

"Then you're staying in the cabin now?" Zak asked.

"I'm back and forth between here and Baker's Creek," Tess replied. "I'm looking after Timber West until my dad's back on his feet. You knew he had a heart attack, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't. I'm sorry to hear that," Zak said.

His tone was unconvincing, and Tess knew the angst between him and her father still stood. She pulled off the hardhat and ran her finger through her hair to dislodge the tangles, and Zak's eyes immediately focused there. When he said nothing, Tess wondered if he was remembering how it had once been, when he'd run his fingers through her hair and bury his face in it and tell her she smelled like the forest...

Restlessly she fingered the hardhat, her palms feeling cold and damp against its smooth surface. Uncomfortable with Zak's intense gaze, she looked down at the machete in his hand, noting the strength of the fingers curved around the handle. Masculine, sun-bronzed hands that once drove her wild. She even gave up her virginity to Zak because she knew she'd be with him forever. He'd promised it would be that way, and they made vows...

Dismissing that timeworn thought, she glanced at the woods where Zak had been hacking away, and said, "What are you doing?"

"I came to check on the trees your father cut on our land," Zak replied.

Tess looked toward the clearing where her dad ordered trees to be thinned, her gaze coming to rest on four trees, now limbed and laying in a row. "My father didn't cut any trees on your land," she said. "He's thinning the trees along the property line."

The muscles in Zak's jaw bunched. "Those trees weren't on Timber West land," he replied. "According to the survey my father just had done, this strip doesn't belong to Timber West. I have the survey map at the cabin."

"Then the map's wrong," Tess insisted. "My father knows where his land runs."

"The map's not wrong," Zak argued. "The county did the survey."

Tess eyed Zak with irritation. "My father doesn't cut trees on someone else's land."

"He did this time," Zak said. "Has he even bothered to look at the map?"

"He doesn't need to," Tess replied. "He owned this land long before your father bought his piece. He should know where the property line runs."

"He should, but obviously he doesn't." Zak drew in a long slow breath. "Look, if we're going to be neighbors, let's not get into the feud between our fathers. Come by my cabin and I'll show you the survey map and you can square your father away before he cuts any more trees. My father's angry enough about losing four. He's threatening to sue."

"My father doesn't need this right now," Tess snapped. "He's supposed to stay quiet. If your father makes an issue out of four trees, regardless whose property they're on, my father will be on his doorstep, and you know it."

Zak sighed. "Then you'd better see that he doesn't cut any more trees. According to the map, the line goes right through the... umm… hollow."

Tess noted that Zak carefully avoided saying the word,
grotto
. "I suppose you've been back there already?" she asked, then wondered why she'd bring up something as intimate as the place where they'd made love more times than she could remember.

Zak looked at her soberly, as he said, "I went to the area to look for the survey stake, which is about forty feet north of—" he hesitated "—the old oak tree there."

Say it, damn it, Tess wanted to scream. Admit it's our Adam and Eve tree. "Look, I have to get back to camp," she said, hearing the shakiness in her voice. "Please, just don't let your father start legal action yet."

As she turned to go, Zak caught up with her and took her arm. "At least come to my cabin and look at the property line on the map. If nothing else, maybe we can figure out a way to keep a couple of stubborn old goats from locking horns."

Tess was so unsettled by the feel of Zak's hand on her arm she could barely remember to breathe. But that was only because of the newness of seeing him again. Whatever there was between them before was irrelevant now because her father's health took priority. Which meant, the matter with the trees had to be settled before Zak's father made a legal issue out of it. "I'll come," she said, "but I won't be finished at camp until late."

Zak released her arm. "Then I'll see you when you're done."

Tess nodded and turned toward camp. She almost welcomed the diversion of dealing with a bunch of obstinate men, if only to keep her mind off the fact that a man she'd once lusted after, and who she'd been unable to scrub from her mind, was living not more than a couple hundred feet from her, and time had done nothing to temper the white-hot flame that was once again building.

***

It was dusk by the time Tess and the men finished moving equipment and setting up for cutting pole timber. When she dismissed the crew, she felt relieved. After seeing Zak, it had been difficult concentrating on the job. She had so many questions, the main one being why he'd left seven years ago without a word. But unless he volunteered the information, she wouldn't ask. Pride wouldn't allow her to do so.

She also wondered how long he'd been staying at the cabin, and why he was there. It had always been understood that he'd eventually live with his family and work at the winery, which was almost sixty miles away. She also felt uncomfortable knowing he was so close, and she couldn't shake the feeling that going to his cabin was a serious mistake. If she was ever to rebuild her relationship with her father, Zak could not be a part of her life. Yet the subject of the property line had to be addressed.

Weary and emotionally drained from a long trying day, she closed camp for the weekend and returned to her cabin. But instead of a bath intended to strip off dust, grime and forest debris, she immersed herself in a tub of warm water, leaned against the sloped porcelain back of the footed tub, and inhaled the fragrance of jasmine. She'd never used colognes or bath salts when she was seventeen because Zak didn't want her to wear scents of any kind, claiming he liked the smell of warm fresh woman, and he'd prove it to her by nuzzling her all over. Adam checking out Eve was the way he explained it. And she'd stretch out on a bed of moss at the grotto, or in the bed in his cabin, and let him do his exploration until neither of them could stand it any longer, at which time they'd settle into serious lovemaking. But Zak wasn't a consideration now, and she liked the hint of flowers on her skin. It also gave her a feeling of empowerment, going against what she knew Zak would expect of the Tess O'Reilly he'd left behind.

After her bath she sorted through her clothes, debating what to wear. Seven years ago she would have worn tight jeans and a snug fitting shirt that emphasized her figure, because Zak liked her dressed that way, calling her his little logger lady. But he also liked it when they wore nothing but maple vines, or fern fronds when dressed like Adam and Eve. Her face flushed hot when she remembered one particular time at the grotto, when he was naked and aroused, and she'd draped a garland of columbine around his hips and teased him with the flower petals until he pulled her down on the mossy floor of the forest and finished the job she'd started...

Shoving that image back into the recesses of her mind, she held up a black jersey with long sleeves and smoothed it against her chest as she peered into the mirror. Although Zak liked her dressed as his logger lady, David encouraged her to emphasize her femininity, claiming he liked her in black because, with her dark hair, it made her look mysterious.

Without further deliberation, she tugged the jersey over her head, put on a pair of black slacks, and slipped her bare feet into some fake alligator flip flops. After dragging a brush through her hair, leaving it loose around her shoulders, she grabbed a flashlight and left.

At Zak's cabin, she stepped onto the porch and knocked lightly.

When Zak opened the door, he said nothing as his gaze moved slowly down the length of her, causing her breath to quicken and her cheeks to burn. Uncertain what to make of his silent perusal, she said in a clipped dry tone, "You suggested I come, so am I supposed to come in or not?"

"Sorry," Zak replied. "I didn't mean to stare. It just seems strange seeing you dressed like that."

He moved aside, and as she passed him, Tess caught the drift of men's aftershave, which surprised her. Zak never wore aftershave before. But maybe that was because she'd told him she wanted her Adam to smell like ferns and moss and whatever clung to him on the forest floor, and he'd laughed and promised to remain her nature boy. So, it seemed, turnabout was fair play. He was going against what she liked, just as she was doing with him.

Once inside, she wondered what to say next. It had been so easy for them to talk before, but now, what was there to say to a man who promised her the world then walked out of her life, shattering her dreams without so much as an explanation?

Zak broke the awkwardness by lifting a bottle of wine from a wooden rack, and saying, "You're over twenty-one now. Do you want a glass of wine? It's from my father's private stock."

Tess eyed the bottle in Zak 's hand. It would seem strange drinking wine with Zak. Although they'd made love too many times to count, that same summer Zak never offered her wine because she was only seventeen. She never questioned why giving her alcohol was an issue with him, while having sex with an underage girl wasn't, because she didn't want him to have a reason to stop. The fact was, she'd been hoping to get pregnant that summer so she could tie Zak to her forever. But when he gave her the ring, and talked about them marrying as soon as she turned eighteen, she didn't worry anymore because she knew his love was forever...

"Well?" Zak asked.

"I suppose," Tess replied, but her gaze wasn't focused on the bottle Zak held up for her to see, but instead on his broad chest in the snug, long-sleeved white jersey. Not the kind of shirt she expected. Years before it would have been a worn denim work shirt, unless he was working in the afternoon when the sun was hot, and he'd be bare-chested. He'd been slimmer then, and she could see from the muscular contours beneath his shirt that his chest was thicker and his biceps more developed, as if he'd been working out. The patterns on his shirt were also different from what she might have expected, random designs in dark grays, like a giant tattoo.

Catching the direction of her gaze, Zak glanced down at the shirt momentarily, then looked at her and said, "It's a Christmas gift from my brother, Vince. I thought it would be right for chopping my way through brush."

"And the aftershave?" Tess asked, before she could stop herself.

"I wore that to catch your notice," Zak replied.

"It did, but it doesn't suit you," Tess said.

He eyed her with amusement. "I could say the same about you in black, but I'd be lying."

Tess shrugged. "My ex-husband liked me in black."

"And you're still trying to please him?" Zak asked.

"No," Tess replied. "It's the first thing I grabbed before coming here."

"Good choice." Zak handed her a wine glass, and as he was filling it, Tess saw that he was pouring from a bottle with the distinctive black-and-gold de Neuville label with a gold ram's head on it. "My father's proud of this run," he said, setting the bottle down. "It's called Florencia. It won a gold medal at the national competition."

Tess sipped the wine, and the bouquet filled her nostrils. "Why Florencia?" she asked, looking up at him.

"It's Basque for high mountain flower," Zak replied. "It's made with flower petals, some from around… this area." He took a slow sip of wine while eyeing her steadily over the rim of his glass, his gaze intense, and she wondered if he was remembering the day he made the garland of flowers for her head from high mountain flowers, and the lovemaking that followed.

Uncomfortable with his steady gaze, she lifted the bottle of wine from the table, and while studying the label, she said, "Then I assume you're working at the winery now?"