At Last (Lucky Harbor) Read online

  “I haven’t seen her after the sleepover,” Amy said. “I know you were worried about her, and also about me taking care of her, but she’s gone. I’m sorry.”

  Unable to stop himself, Matt stroked a strand of hair out of her pretty eyes. “I was never worried about you taking care of her.”

  “Maybe you should have been.”

  “Why?” he asked, confused.

  “Well, it’s not like you know me, not really. I could be a horrible person, who’s done horrible things.”

  “I know enough,” he said firmly.

  “But—”

  He put a finger on her lips. She stared at him for a long beat, as if taking measure of his honesty. Or maybe she was deciding on a way to kick his ass for shushing her. Then her gaze dropped to his mouth, and he hoped she was remembering how good it felt on hers.

  Because that’s what he was remembering. Ducking a little, he cupped her jaw and eyed her newest injury—the scratch. It could use some antiseptic. He ran his other hand down her arm to her wrapped wrist. “How is this doing?”

  “Better.”

  He shifted his hand to her leg, his fingers brushing bare skin thanks to the shorts, before landing on the bandage there. “And your thigh?”

  She didn’t answer as quickly, and when she did, her breathing wasn’t as even as before. “Better.”

  “And your…” His hand slid around now and cupped her very sweet ass.

  She choked out some reply and gave him a shove to the chest that made him grin. Turning, he scooped up her sketch pad for her. Before he could open it, she snatched it from him and shoved it into her backpack. “Thanks,” she said.

  He watched her fiddle with her stuff a moment. She was clearly waiting him out, assuming he’d move on.

  She was wrong. “So are you going to tell me what you’re doing out here?” he asked. “Or maybe you were hoping to find me.”

  She laughed. “Nice ego. But no. Not hoping to find you.”

  “Ouch.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure you’re crushed.” She zipped her backpack. “My grandma came here one summer, a long time ago. She used to tell me stories about the places she hiked to and the things she’d seen.”

  “It’s a pretty unforgettable place,” he said.

  “Her stories were my fairy tales growing up. Her trip out here was important to her. It changed her life.”

  “Are you looking to change your life?” he asked quietly.

  She shrugged. “Maybe. A little.”

  “Why now?” he asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Your grandma died when you were twelve, right?”

  “Yes,” she said, looking surprised that he remembered. “And then I went to live with my mom and her new husband. Until I was sixteen.”

  He waited but she didn’t go on. “What happened when you were sixteen?”

  Some of the light went out of her eyes, but then she turned her head from him pretty quickly. She looked out at the water.

  Okay, so this wasn’t up for discussion. He stood at her side and looked out at the first lake as well. There were wet prints on the rocky shore. She’d gone swimming. He’d have liked to see that. “So… where did you go at sixteen? Is that when you traveled around?”

  “Yes.”

  “What did you do with yourself?”

  “I grew up,” she said flatly. “That took a while. And then, finally, I ended up out here in Lucky Harbor.”

  “To recreate your grandma’s journey. To change your life.”

  “Yes.” She paused, clearly weighing her words. “She wrote in her journal that out here she found… things.”

  “Things.”

  “Hope. Peace.” She paused, grimacing as if she was embarrassed. “Her own heart. Whatever that means.”

  “In a tree?”

  She gave a little laugh and told him about the initials at Sierra Meadows, about Jonathon, his illness, and how Rose had found hope there at the base of the diamond rocks.

  “And what about you?” he asked. “Did you find hope?

  She looked into his eyes, and the air seemed to crackle between them. “I found something,” she said softly. She held his gaze for another beat and then turned back to the water. There was a light breeze now, rippling the surface of the lake, raising whitecaps.

  “What did Rose find here at Four Lakes? Peace?”

  “Apparently. Her initials are on the tree trunk, up about twenty feet. I think she saw Jonathon swimming and feeling stronger, and she realized that they could fight the illness. And before you ask, I don’t know where she found her heart. The journal entries aren’t as clear when it comes to the last leg of her trek, something about going around in a circle.” She was quiet a moment. “Out here, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. No buildings, no people. People always say the city is a scary place, but to me, this is scary. It’s big.”

  He nodded. He knew exactly what she meant. In the city, there was always something right in front of you. A car, a building, people. Out here there was nothing but space, wide open space. “It’s just different from what you’re used to.”

  “Very,” she agreed on a low, throaty laugh. “And it takes my breath the way the mountains cut into the cliffs and valleys. Everything’s so tough and rugged.”

  “Like the people who roam here.” He got a smile out of her for that one. He wanted to ask her more about her past but knew she wasn’t ready to tell him. And he didn’t need to know, he reminded himself. This wasn’t a relationship.

  She picked up a smooth, round rock and tried to skim it across the water, but it plopped instead. “When you saw me on the trail that first time,” she said, “I was having trouble locating Sierra Meadows and the wall of rocks there.”

  He picked up a rock, flatter than the one she’d used. “You could have told me.” He skimmed the rock across the surface of the lake six times.

  “Show-off,” she said. “And I didn’t want help. But then I fell down that ravine and found the meadows by accident. Four Lakes was much easier to find. The tree though…” She sent it a look. “Not so much.”

  He eyed the entire stand of trees around them, at least ten. “How many did you have to climb before you found the right one?”

  She rubbed at the scratch on her jaw. “Five. Not bad odds for a city rat.”

  “Did you find peace?”

  “No. I found sap, and the will to never climb another tree again.”

  He smiled. “I bet.”

  “But I enjoyed the day,” she said with some surprise. “It made me want to have more days like this one.”

  He met her gaze. “Maybe that’s peace.”

  “I don’t know.” Her expression was more open than he’d ever seen it, and he felt a surge of something swell in his chest.

  Not good.

  Not good at all.

  She rubbed at her scratch again, and he brushed her hand away, then bent and kissed her jaw just above it.

  She sucked in a breath and went still. Then she turned her head so that their mouths were lined up, a fraction of an inch apart. “What are you doing?”

  “Kissing your owie and making it better. Consider it just another of the services I provide.”

  “Maybe I should see a list of these services,” she said.

  “For you, anything goes.”

  Her smile faded, and her eyes went very serious, though she didn’t step back from him. Her warm breath commingled with his. It was an incredibly erotic feeling, alone on a mountaintop, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of acres of wild land, standing toe to toe.

  Mouth to mouth.

  Sharing air.

  “Matt?”

  “Yeah?”

  A sigh escaped her lips. “I really want to sleep with you, but…”

  “Damn,” he said. “That was a great sentence right up to the ‘but.’ ”

  “But,” she repeated firmly, then hesitated and blew out a breath, “I have… qualms.”