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“Right, so you have a place in mind?”
“I have the addresses of a couple of cabins that are for sale. I was hoping Sage could show me where they are.”
“Oh, my big brother is so helpful, I’m sure he won’t mind at all.” She smiled at him. “Will you, Sage?”
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” he asked pointedly.
Brother and sister stared at each other for a long minute or two, then finally Angie said, “Yeah. I guess I do. After dinner with Marlene, I’m meeting Evan in town tonight. We both thought it would be better to talk away from the office. It’s just too...hard when we’re there. But we do have to talk about plans for the company.”
“That’s good, Angie.”
“In theory,” she said. “We’ll have to see, now that he’s my boss.”
Colleen winced and wished she knew why J.D. had done this to his daughter. She would love to be able to give Angie a reason. An explanation. Something. But she simply had no idea why he would turn his family on its head like he had. And she couldn’t help but feel guilty every time she thought about what Angelica was going through. She’d been hurt by her father’s will while Colleen had been given a gift for which she was immensely grateful.
“Anyway,” Angie said, crossing the room to hug Colleen. “You guys have fun or whatever. Don’t let him turn you into Dan’l Boone or something, okay?”
Colleen laughed. “I don’t think that’s going to be an issue.”
“You never know when the hermit of the mountain’s involved.”
“’Bye, Angie,” Sage said firmly.
“Uh-huh.” Angie shifted a sly look between the two of them then flashed a knowing smile at Colleen. “I’m sure Sage will show you everything you’ll ever need to know.”
And with that loaded insinuation, she left, Sage walking her out. Alone in the great room, Colleen found herself suddenly wondering if the lessons she came to learn weren’t going to be very different than what she’d expected.
Eight
Once his sister was gone, Sage went back into the house and stopped in the doorway of the great room. Colleen had her back to him as she stared out the windows at the wide, uninterrupted view of trees and sky. His gaze raked her up and down and his body roared into life in response.
Hell, he’d been with beautiful, glamorous women who spent hours in front of mirrors, and had their own fashion stylists, hair people, makeup artists, and he’d never felt the pulse-pounding desire for them that he did for Colleen. Her hair was loose, hanging over her shoulders in a windblown tousle of waves and curls. She wore jeans, sneakers and a red sweater over a white shirt. And she looked amazing.
As if sensing his presence, she turned to face him and their eyes locked.
“I feel really bad about all of this will business,” she said, her soft voice barely discernible in the cavernous room.
A brief spark of suspicion rose up inside him. Was she going to confess to conspiring with J.D. to cheat Angie out of what was rightfully hers? Hell, he almost hoped not, because he really wanted to seduce it out of her. “Why should you?”
“I know how upset she is over the will...and yet for me, it was life changing.”
“For her, too,” Sage said wryly.
She winced. “I know. I wish I could help.”
With the afternoon sunlight streaming in through the window behind her, Colleen looked as though the tips of her hair were dusted with gold. She seemed to shimmer in that soft light and damned if he didn’t feel that lurch of something that was more than attraction. More than simple desire.
Shaking his head, he asked, “You actually mean that, don’t you?”
“Of course I mean it,” she said, clearly confused by the question. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Why indeed. If she was hiding something, she was damn good at it. And if she was innocent—that didn’t change anything. He still wanted her and he would still have her.
“Never mind,” he said, walking toward her in long, easy strides. “Let me see the addresses of those cabins.”
She dug the paper out of her pocket and handed it over. He knew both places. One wasn’t far. The other was much higher up the mountain. “Okay, let’s go take a look.”
* * *
“This is Ed Jackson’s place,” Sage said as he steered Colleen down the rocky path toward the small one-bedroom cabin. The first address she’d given him was about two miles higher up the mountain from Sage’s ranch. The roads were in good repair, but the sharp curves and the straight-down drop off the edge were enough to give even the best drivers nightmares.
