Mountain Moonlight (16 page)

Bram sighed, belatedly noting his sigh was intermingling with Vala's. "Can't sleep?" he asked softly.

"Too many ghosts of the past hovering," she said. "I guess I shouldn't have told Ella's story."

If he moved even slightly, they'd be touching. Two sleeping bags made a lot of padding between them, but he decided not to risk it anyway.

"I know what you mean," he admitted. "Plus this intimate sleeping arrangement where we can't be intimate."

"That, too."

"Davis asleep?"

"His breathing sounds as though he is," she said.

"When we started on this trip," Bram said slowly, feeling his way along, "I didn't expect what happened to us to happen, if that makes sense."

"Neither did I. It was the farthest thing from my mind. For the first two days I was mad at you most of the time."

"Come to think of it, I was damned annoyed with you, telling me you could ride when you'd never been on a horse. But I have to admit you proved to be a quick learner."

"And I acquired the sore muscles to prove it."

"You might be a liar, Vala, but you proved you're a good sport."

"A lie told to help someone else doesn't count."

"As Davis would say--whoa. Some definition."

"Consider yourself warned."

All the warning signs had been there, Bram realized--the girl from his past, the old attraction reviving with the added spice of her now being an adult, the rising desire. He'd noted and ignored each and every one, plunging on like a desperately thirsty man heading for water.

Serve him right if he drowned.

"The kid saw us kiss last night," he said.

"I know. He figures we must like each other."

"Don't we?"

"I refuse to answer on the grounds it might incriminate me."

"Coward."

"Better safe than sorry."

"Is it?"

She didn't answer.

What did he want from her other than what he knew they had? He wasn't sure. This yearning he felt was something beyond his experience.

"Falling asleep?" she asked.

"Not yet."

"Tell me something about you that I don't know," she said.

She already knew too much about him. He searched for something innocuous to tell her and Sheba popped into his mind.

"My cat," be began. "I didn't pick Sheba out, she just happened to me. Showed up as a half-grown kitten yowling on my front doorstep a little over a year ago. No one in the neighborhood claimed her. The gal next door thought the kitten might have belonged to the people across the street who'd moved out a couple days before.
"

"Sheba was hungry and lonesome, equal parts of each.
I'd never been around Siamese cats, didn't realize they talked to you. Or grew on you. Or were completely zany felines. After a couple of days we bonded and now we're stuck with each other."

"What becomes of Sheba when you're off guiding?"

"My friend Nick from across town likes cats so he takes care of her when I'm away."

"You said she had kittens."

"Sheba got it into her head that's what she wanted. You ever try to change a Siamese cat's mind? The people down the block had a Siamese male so we arranged a rendezvous. She hated him on sight but, after we left them alone together in my utility room overnight, Sheba changed her mind.

"The eventual result was five kittens. Believe me, after they're old enough to leave, Sheba gets spayed."

"Why? Did she get sick?"

He shook his head. "What she did was refuse to give birth to a single one of them unless I sat on the floor beside the box I'd fixed and talked to her while she had them. Hell, I was as nervous as a new father."

Vala chuckled. "So she didn't have any trouble."

"No, but I did. The third kitten she delivered was a lot smaller than the first two. Instead of washing it off like she'd done with the others, Sheba nosed it aside, delivered the fourth and proceeded to clean it up. Despite the fact I kept shoving the tiny one in her face, she refused to give it a single lick. Finally, when she'd cleaned the fifth, she decided I wasn't going to give up so she might as well accept the runt of the litter."

"Is it doing all right?"

"He. Feisty little thing despite his size and original non-acceptance. Sheba treats him now just like she does the others. I did some research and found animals often push the runt of a litter aside and let it die. A runt is likely to have defects and somehow they sense that."

"Sounds cold-blooded, but I suppose in the wild it'd be logical to give the bigger, healthier ones a better chance."

"Something like that." It gave him a pang when it came to him that Davis's father had behaved in just such a way to his own son. He hoped the thought wouldn't occur to Vala. Davis was definitely not a misfit to be cast aside.

Vala was surprised by a yawn. She hadn't realized she was getting tired. "Good night, she murmured.

"Good night, sweet princess," he told her, "I promise you won't hear a single ribbet from me all night."

She smiled at the frog reference, but refused to dwell on what she knew had inspired it. She'd never get to sleep if she did.

I wonder if he realizes he completely melted my heart with that story about Sheba, she asked herself
.
How many men would be so caring? None she knew well. Not her father and certainly not Neal.

How wonderful it would be if she could fall asleep in Bram's arms. He was near enough that she could, very faintly, smell his essence. Breathing it in, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself snuggled inside the sleeping bag with him, her head on his shoulder while he held her against him....

A cry woke Vala. It took her a moment to realize where she was and that what she'd heard was Davis. As she struggled to sit up, Bram's flashlight clicked on, its beam centered on her son who was muttering unintelligibly as he thrashed around in his sleeping bag.

Before she'd extricated herself from her own bag, Bram reached Davis and gathered him into his arms, sleeping bag and all. Half in and half out of her sleeping bag, she sat up and watched them.

"Hush," he murmured. "Everything's all right. Bram's here. Don't fight me. I won't let anything hurt you."

As Bram continued to soothe the boy, gradually Davis stopped struggling and lay quiet again.

"The pediatrician calls it a night terror," Vala said as Bram eased
the
boy and sleeping bag back down. "Davis has a bout every once in a while. It's something like a nightmare except the child doesn't wake up. The doctor said it can be related to sleep-walking but, thank heaven, Davis has never done that."

Belatedly she noticed that Bram wore a T-shirt and his undershorts to sleep in. A lot more revealing than her sweats.

"Will he have another bout tonight?" Bram asked.

She had to stop staring at him. "No, he never seems to do that. He should be okay till morning. Thanks for coping."

Bram, now focusing the beam of the flashlight up toward the tent roof, looked at her without speaking.

"What's the matter?" she asked, disturbed by his intent gaze.

"Never thought I'd find a gray sweat-shirt sexy," he muttered. "Better douse the damn light and crawl into my strait-jacket before it's too late." He clicked it off.

Her eyes dazzled by the light, Vala found the darkness in the tent absolute. The same thing must have happened to Bram because he cursed. Then he stepped on her foot. Even though her foot was protected by her sleeping bag, it still hurt and she tried to jerk her foot away.

This must have tipped him off balance because, the next she knew, Bram was sprawled over on her so that she was no longer sitting, instead she was lying half out of her sleeping bag. Without thinking what she was doing, she put her arms around him.

With a groan, he gathered her to him, settling his mouth over hers in a kiss that demanded even as it offered. His hands slid under the sweat-shirt and caressed her bare skin, setting her on fire.

She knew there was a reason she must stop, must stop him, stop them both--but the reason seemed just out of reach. The reality was Bram and the urgent desire sizzling between them, luring her on.

Bram was starting to ease Vala out of her sleeping bag, when enough sanity returned so he remembered Davis. He stopped, letting her go.

He heard Vala release a long sighing breath. She must know why he'd halted the love-making, but he figured she couldn't possibly feel as frustrated as he did. Damn, but he wanted this woman. Not at the risk of Davis waking, though. The poor kid--as if having a night terror wasn't bad enough. He didn't need to be confronted with adult reality besides. As he crawled into his sleeping bag, Bram shook his head. Doing the right thing could be damn uncomfortable.

In the morning, Bram woke to Davis's voice.

"...dream about Mokesh," the kid was saying.

"A bad dream?" Vala asked. Her question wasn't surprising, considering the night terror.

Davis hesitated, finally saying, "Sort of."

Bram eased himself from his sleeping ba
g
until he could sit up. Both Davis and Vala were still snugged up in theirs. "Hi, Bram," Davis said. "I was telling Mom about my dream." He frowned. "I think you were in it somewhere. Anyway, I dreamed I found the treasure and it was gold. Lots and lots of gold nuggets. I picked up some to look at and all of a sudden Mokesh was standing there.
"

"'No,' he told me, 'that's not what you need.' I looked at the gold nuggets to be sure they were still there and when I looked back at Mokesh he wasn't an old man any more." Davis's breath caught. "He'd turned into this great big really scary rattlesnake.
"

"He rattled his tail loud, like he was mad. I tried to get away from him and dropped all the nuggets. Mokesh hissed at them and they melted away and were gone.
"

"I got really scared then. I think that's when you were there, Bram. It's kind of fuzzy. But anyway, the snake disappeared and I don't remember any more."

"I'd say that qualifies as a bad dream," Bram told him. "Finding the treasure was a good part, though."

"If we don't get started," Vala put in, "we won't find anything. Who's getting up first."

Bram slid the rest of the way out of his sleeping bag and stood up, hunching over in the low tent. He opened the flap and assessed the day.

"Cool, some clouds, no rain." he reported.

"It looks like Bram is first up," Vala said.

"Me second," Davis insisted. "Mom, you got to close your eyes while Bram and me get dressed."

It amused Bram that she did close her eyes to humor the boy.

He and Davis were getting breakfast by the time Vala emerged from the tent.

Later, as they dragged the saddles from the extension and pulled down the tent, Davis said, "I bet it really will be gold. My dream was an omen."

"Your dream was not an omen." Vala's voice was unusually sharp. "Dreams reflect what's going on inside our minds, they don't predict the future."

Davis gave her a sulky look.

"Even if you wanted to think of your dream as an omen," Bram pointed out, "didn't Mokesh himself tell you the gold wasn't the treasure? What about that part?"

Scowling at Bram, Davis said, "You and Mom are spoiling everything."

"Fantasies stop being fun, when people begin to believe them," Vala warned.

Bram winced inwardly. He was beginning to be tempted to believe in his own fantasy, which had nothing to do with finding gold. Her warning came as a timely reminder not to lose his head.

By the time they mounted up and left the camp, Davis had lost his sullen expression, but he wasn't talking. Neither was Vala. What had happened to the camaraderie of the night before? The only bright spot was that the pack horse seemed less lame.

Some time later, Vala, obviously attempting to lighten everyone's mood, began singing about them being off to see the Wizard of Oz. Bram, brooding some himself by then, thought she'd chosen the perfect tune. He'd never yet seen an authentic treasure map and he'd seen dozens.

Mokesh's map would prove to be as fake as the "wonderful wizard" Dorothy and her friends were off to see.

He was willing to bet that no gold, no silver, no jewels, waited for them at the spot marked X. In fact, he thought they'd find nothing at all.

Chapter 11

The trail they followed was the steepest yet, the horses laboring uphill for what seemed an endless time. When they finally came out onto a more or less level area, Bram called a halt and they dismounted.

"Let's see that map again," he said to Davis.

Davis extracted the map from a saddle bag, handed it to him and then stood close to peer at it with him. Vala joined them to stare down at the deerskin.