Lightning That Lingers (33 page)

“That’s not going to work for us. We have a three o’clock tee-off time. Can you work something out, maybe a private tour? My wife’s really counting on this. Why don’t you check on it and call me back, okay?”

“Of course. I’d be happy to.”

After ten minutes of pleading with four different companies, she was steeling herself for Dr. Marcus’s displeasure. There was only one possibility left. She dialed, and this time she got lucky.

“Great!” She smiled, straightening the pile of paper on her desk, running a polished pink nail along the edges as she talked. “Oh, I don’t care if he’s a regular driver or not, as long as he’s good and
available
. Have him here by eleven. Tell him to ask for Lawson. Thanks.”

She called the doctor with her good news, then settled back to work. She had almost cleared off her desk when a dark shadow fell across the smooth mahogany top. Before she could look up, she sensed his presence, and then there was this voice, low and husky, lifting goose bumps along her arms.

“Lonesome?”

Her head snapped up, her eyes meeting his dark, piercing gaze. He startled her, and stole her breath away. “Pardon me?” she whispered.

“I was told to ask for Lonesome. I guess that’s you. I didn’t think we’d be meeting again so soon.”

It took Carol less than a heartbeat to realize that this tall, gorgeous man with the brash grin was the one she’d met at midnight.

He stood there, watching her in return, waiting for an answer … or was it a reaction? His own face, half-hidden by the brim of his Stetson, didn’t give away a thing.

Keeping her voice absolutely neutral, she masked her emotions and stood, offering her hand. “My name is Lawson. Carol Lawson. And you are?”

“Cody Briggs,” he answered, taking her hand. “Mesa Tours sent me.”

His tone was cool, but his touch sent an unexpected heat racing along her nerves.

Carol drew her hand away but held her gaze steady. She’d have to watch herself with this man … which would be a lot easier if he wasn’t so damn good to look at. He was incredibly handsome in a hard, sexy, dangerous way. The danger was what she felt most, a quick tightening of her stomach, an urge to run. Even as the thought crossed
her
mind,
his
muscles seemed to tense.

Carol’s eyes widened. He was reading her thoughts! She could see herself mirrored in the black depths of his eyes, and it was as if he were drawing her in, closer and closer, until that dark gaze could pierce her very soul.

Carol sat back down behind the comforting wall of her desk. Picking up a pencil, she tapped it on the
reservation book. “So, you’re here for my special tour. Give me a minute to finish up this reservation slip and I’ll fill you in on the details.”

“Fill me in?” Cody laughed, annoyance roughing the sound. “Don’t bother. The only thing I need to know is their names. I make up the rest as I go.”

Carol bristled. “Well, that’s fine as long as the guest gets what he wants—”

“Satisfaction guaranteed.” Cody’s dark eyes were unreadable, but there was a hint of something there, flickering like a flame in the darkness.

He hadn’t meant to be so brusk, hadn’t planned on it. But he hadn’t planned on her either. She’d lingered at the edge of his consciousness all night and all morning. Those eyes, that face … he saw them in his sleep. But there was something else, something more. When their eyes met, he felt naked, raw. His body grew hard and hot. All because of one glance from a woman who was trying to tell him how to do his job.

The way he was looking at her made Carol’s throat tighten in fear … or excitement. Neither was acceptable at the moment. Turning the pencil end over end, she surreptitiously slid her gaze up and down his tall, muscled frame. He was wearing an ankle-length canvas duster, cowboy boots, tight, worn jeans with a holster of some kind on his hip, and a red bandanna tied loosely around his neck. He looked a little too wild for the Ocotillo. And the way he stood there, thumbs hooked in his belt, arrogant, impatient—

“Want me to turn around so you can get a better look?” Cody drawled.

“Not at all.” She didn’t know if it was his cowboy good looks or his attitude that had her momentarily nonplussed, but neither was going to get the best of her. She could send him away. All she had to decide was whether she wanted to face a disappointed guest.

Cody rocked back on his heels. “Well?” He nodded toward the phone. “The meter’s running.”

With a chilly smile Carol folded her hands on her desk. “Your boss said you’re not the regular guide. Have you done this before?”

Cody looked at her from under the brim of his hat as if he were actually deciding whether or not to answer. Then he shrugged; a whiplike flicker of a grin touched his lips and lit his eyes. “Yup.”

Carol waited for more of an explanation, but none was forthcoming. Now, however, she was on her own turf. Crossing her long legs, she asked calmly, “Is there a route y’all follow, some normal tour with specified stops and things? I was looking at the brochures and noticed that they all go to Horseshoe Canyon, and Lost Gulch—”

Cody held out the keys. “You want to drive? No? Fine, then stop worrying. I’ll give them a tour they won’t forget, I promise. Just send them outside; I’ll be waiting in the Jeep. And, Lonesome, anytime you want to check up on me, just book a tour.”

Without another word he turned and strode out the door, duster billowing and spurs jangling. Carol stared after him for a long moment, then pushed her
hair back from her face. Her nerves jumped. He might be gorgeous, but he was one arrogant son-of-a-gun. Then why did his shadow still linger on her like a touch? Why did it beckon her to follow?

Drawing a deep, steadying breath, Carol pulled herself together. Smoothing the wrinkles out of her skirt and the tremor out of her voice, she called Dr. Marcus and went on with her work.

At two forty-five the doctor tore through the front door and headed straight for Carol’s desk.

Carol braced herself. All through lunch she’d regretted her decision to let Cody Briggs take her guests out. She had sensed danger; she should have taken a firmer stand. Now she was going to get chewed out for that man’s incompetence—

“Ms. Lawson,” the doctor said, slapping a hand onto her desk. “That was incredible. I cannot thank you enough. I mean, that was more than a tour, it was an amazing … no, an
enlightening
experience. Thank you for finding us such a fascinating guide.”

Carol sat openmouthed for a second when he was gone, then looked across the lobby. Cody Briggs was leaning casually against the glass wall near the front entrance, his shirt unbuttoned at the neck, sleeves rolled over tanned forearms, his bandanna rolled and tied around his forehead as if he were some Indian warrior. He’d been waiting for her to look up. Now he stared back at her, one dark brow climbing slightly, an I-told-you-so grin on his face. When he touched
two fingers to the brim of his hat in mock salute, Carol’s blood reached a boil.

The pencil snapped in her fingers, the sound echoing like a gunshot around the quiet lobby. Heads turned. Mortified, Carol glanced down, then up again as if to place the blame squarely where it belonged, on Cody’s broad shoulders. But in that instant he’d left.

TWO

“So, Lonesome, how’d I do?”

Cody’s voice broke the silence of the twilit hotel garden, startling her. He wasn’t certain why he’d made the special effort to be there, to speak to her, but forces that Cody respected seemed to want it to happen. All afternoon an inner voice had whispered her name, and her face had haunted him.

Now Carol’s blue eyes were flashing. She hadn’t seen him standing there among the long, swaying arms of the ocotillo; he seemed to materialize out of nowhere. “You frightened me.”

“Yeah. I often have that effect on people,” he said softly, responding to her anger. “Sorry.”

She barely registered his apology, she was so busy trying not to stare at him. In jeans and a T-shirt, his bronzed skin glowing in the dusk, he looked impossibly cool and powerful, untouched by heat or dust or weariness. She felt the strangest urge to run a fingertip
along the curve of muscle in his arm and down his strong forearm with its fine dark hair. Every time she was near him, her guard, which she had fine-tuned over the last nine years, seemed to crumble. It made her very nervous.

“Forget it.” She shrugged, feeling her silk blouse cling to the dampness at her breasts and shoulders. “I overreacted. I’m tired and hot, that’s all.”

Without warning, Cody reached out and brushed a damp strand of her hair back from her face. Against his dark skin, the paleness of her hair seemed to glow like fairy light. It sifted through his fingers like the pollen of a thousand flowers. He frowned at the unexpected pleasure he was feeling, at the surge of desire that heated his loins, but he was unwilling or unable to take his hand away. Finally he mastered himself. His hand dropped to his side. “It’s the desert. You’ll get used to it.”

The sound of his voice woke her from the trance his touch had evoked. “Of course.” She laughed shakily, struggling for composure. “I know I will. There’s just so much that’s different here.”

“Everything’s
different here.”

Carol refused to meet his gaze. She plucked at the throat of her blouse. “Well, it certainly is a far cry from Atlanta. I was at PalmResort’s high-rise property there, downtown on Peachtree.”
Quiet, Lawson
, she thought.
You’re starting to babble
. But she couldn’t help herself. “This was a promotion. I … I grabbed it before I ever looked at a map to see where Carefree, Arizona, was.”

“Is,” he corrected with a grin. “Do you know where you are now?” Stepping so close, she could feel the heat from his body, he pointed off to the east. “Out there are the Superstition Mountains. There, the Mazatzals, then the Verde Valley, the Agua Fria … and then the desert. All the rest, all around, is desert.” He had turned them both in a circle, his body guiding hers as if in a dance, and for just an instant Carol felt light-headed. What would it feel like to really be held in this man’s arms, to move with him to some faint music, swaying, turning?

Where were these thoughts coming from?
Shaking her head, Carol took a step back. “You forgot Phoenix. It’s out there too, unless the pilot was lying when we touched down.”

“Oh, the city.” Cody dismissed it with a shrug. Then he looked down at her, a sudden playfulness in his dark gaze. “Maybe it isn’t there. Maybe it’s vanished and all that exists are cacti and mesquite, road-runners and javelinas, coyotes getting ready to howl at the moon.”

“I thought wolves howl,” Carol said softly, her face upturned to his.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m making it all up.” His eyes were dark and laughing. His words, his gaze were all a mystery daring to be unraveled.

If she’d been home, or even in the hotel, she’d have thought of something clever to say. Now cleverness eluded her. It was the heat … the shimmer of heat in the air, the heat of his body so close in the twilight. How could mere temperature have such a
strange and disquieting effect? Her thoughts were whirling.

“I’ve got to go,” she said quickly, turning toward the low adobe building where the management employees were housed. “I’m tired and hot. I’ve got to get back to my room.”

“I’ll walk with you.”

She actually quickened her step away. “No, don’t. Thanks anyway.” The minute the words were out, she regretted them. Or did she? That was her usual response to a guy’s come-on. Why change now? Yet she turned to face him. “No, don’t. But thank you anyway.”

“You already said that,” he replied softly.

“I know, but I didn’t mean to say it so harshly.”

He studied her expression with a strange intensity. “You’re hard on yourself, aren’t you? I wonder why.”

She
knew why. She always knew why. The decision she’d had to make nine years ago had taught her that lesson. If she’d been harder on herself then, more careful, more sensible, the world would be different now. Pain enveloped her. With her hands hugging her elbows, she backed away. “Good night, Mr. Briggs.”

Behind her, Cody lifted a hand. He had this overwhelming need to touch her, to soothe her. But he stuffed both hands in his pockets when she turned back to face him.

“Oh, by the way, the answer to your question is yes, you did fine today. Dr. Marcus was satisfied with the tour. More than satisfied. I think he actually used
the word ‘enlightening.’ ” She finished with a rough little laugh that held no happiness.

That little sound made Cody want to pull her into his arms and comfort her, protect her. He could sense the pain she was struggling with, the sadness that shadowed her eyes, her face, her smile. It tore at his heart. She called up feelings from his soul that surprised and unnerved him. He thought he had pushed all that away, too angry to do anything but work and curse, yet every time he got within a mile of her, there came this flood of emotion. Like a flash flood in the desert, it would probably leave chaos in its wake.

“I’d take that with a grain of salt.” He shrugged coolly.

“Believe me, I did.” But he’d made her smile. Steering the conversation onto safer ground, Carol lifted one pale brow. “So, I guess the real reason you came back this evening was to brag.”