the ability to change the entire course of our lives. It must have been destiny.' The last was said with a wistful smile as she turned her gaze to the two children playing in front of the fireplace.
They continued to talk of inconsequential things, but Perrie's thoughts returned again and again to Ann's odd assessment of Joe. Perrie had seen nothing in his behavior to indicate that he cared in the least for her. Sure, he'd kissed her a few times. But to hear Ann tell it, Joe Brennan had probably kissed half the female population of Alaska.
No, there was definitely nothing going on between them. Perrie Kincaid was an expert at reading the motives of those around her and she'd picked up nothing from Joe Brennan except hostility and disdain, punctuated by a few crazy moments of intense passion.
A few minutes later, Joe returned to the table with his empty coffee mug. 'I'm afraid it's time for us to go. Perrie and I have one more stop before we head back to Muleshoe.'
'So soon?' Ann cried. 'It seems like you just got here.'
Perrie stood and Joe helped her into her jacket. When she was all bundled up against the cold, she gave Ann a hug, then stepped back. Suddenly, she realized that she'd probably never see this woman again, and after they'd become such instant friends. Ann would live her life in the bush and Perrie would return to Seattle.
She wasn't sure what to say. 'Have a nice life' seemed so trite, and 'See you soon' sounded like a lie. In the end, she simply said goodbye and walked out the front door to the plane, turning back once to see Ann waving at her from the porch.
Joe helped her back into the plane and she continued to stare at the family. 'They're really living life, aren't they?' Perrie murmured as he took his place in the seat in front of her.
'Yes,' Joe said, 'they really are.'
'She's very brave. I don't think I could ever live out here.'
'I bet you could,' Joe replied. 'In fact, I think you could do pretty much anything you set your mind to, Perrie. You just have to have a good reason to do it.'
'What would I do out here? I mean, there are no newspapers to write for, no politicians to expose, no readers who want to know the truth.'
'You don't even know what you're capable of until you try.'
Joe started the engine on the plane and Perrie girded herself for a white-knuckle takeoff. Maybe Joe was right. Maybe she'd been so occupied with her career in Seattle that she'd never even considered any other options.
But why should she? She loved her job. And she was perfectly satisfied with her personal life. What more could she possibly want? She had no answer for that question, but she sensed that somehow Ann Gebhardt, a woman who lived in the middle of nowhere and existed on nothing, had much more than Perrie would ever have.
Perrie stared out the window of the Super Cub as it skimmed over a vast, flat landscape-endless white from horizon to horizon. It looked so different from the mountains and forests that surrounded Muleshoe. She glanced at her watch and realized they'd been in the air nearly a half hour, easily enough time to get back to the airstrip at Muleshoe.
She sat up and tapped Joe on the shoulder. 'Where are we?' she asked.
'That's the southern edge of the Yukon Flats below us,' Joe replied. 'We're not far from Fort Yukon and the Arctic Circle. I thought we'd take a little side trip. I have something special I want to show you.'
'We're that far north?' Perrie asked. 'What are we doing up here?'
Joe looked over his shoulder and smiled. 'You'll see,' he said.
A few moments later, Perrie felt the plane begin to descend. 'What's wrong?' she asked, trying to keep the panic from her voice.
'Nothing. We're going to land.'
She stared down at the desolate wilderness below. Unlike the small area they'd landed in at the Gebhardts', there were plenty of wide open spaces to put down here. But there wasn't a cabin in sight. 'There's nothing down there.'
'There's a lot here,' Joe replied, peering out the window, searching for something in the snow below. 'You just have to look a little more closely.'
He finally set the plane down on a wide, treeless expanse of snow, landing so smoothly the only thing that told her she was on the ground was the hiss of snow beneath the plane's skis. He shut the engine down, then helped her out of the plane, tossing a pair of down sleeping bags at her feet.
'We're spending the night here?' Perrie asked.
He threw a thick blanket over the engine to keep it warm. 'Only if you get really lucky,' he teased. 'Come on.'
They walked away from the plane, his eyes scanning the area, still searching. Then he stopped and unrolled the two sleeping bags. Wrapping one around her shoulders, he pointed to the ground. Once she was settled, he sat down beside her in the snow and handed her a pair of binoculars.
'Are you going to tell me what we're looking for?'
'Just be quiet and watch,' he said.
They sat, silently, for more than a half hour. Though the sun was bright and the air calm, she still felt the cold seeping into her bones. She was about to ask him when they would leave when he slowly raised his arm and pointed to the horizon. 'There,' he murmured.
She held up the binoculars and stared out over the snow. A movement in her field of vision caught her attention and she carefully focused. Her breath caught in her throat as a huge gray wolf appeared out of the snow.
'I saw him for the first time about three years ago,' Joe explained. 'I was flying some supplies up to Fort Yukon in the Otter and had some engine trouble, so I had to put the plane down. I was working on the engine when all of a sudden I looked up and there he was, watching me.'
'Weren't you afraid?'
'Wolves aren't aggressive. They're afraid of man and would never attack unless they're provoked. Or sick. I think he was just a little lonely, wandering around out here on his own. He was a lone wolf, a male without a family. Probably kicked out of his pack by the alpha male.'
Perrie glanced over at him. 'Burdy called you a lone wolf once.'
Joe smiled. 'I guess I am. But not as alone as Romeo was. He was completely alone.'
'Romeo?'
'That's what I named him. Every time I flew up here I'd check on him. Sometimes I wouldn't see him for months, and then, there he'd be. He's harder to spot in the winter since he has to wander farther for food. But I think he's starting to recognize the sound of my plane.'
'Really?' Perrie asked.
Joe laughed. 'No. I'd just like to think we're friends.'
'You do have a lot in common.'
'Maybe.' He paused, scanning the area with his binoculars again. 'At least we did, until he found Juliet Look, there she is.'
Perrie trained her binoculars to the left of Romeo. Standing near the huge gray wolf was a smaller black wolf. 'His mate?'
'Yeah. Romeo finally decided to settle down a couple years back. I guess he got tired of playing the field.'
'Maybe you should have given him some advice,' Perrie teased. 'The way I hear it, you've got quite a way with the ladies.'
'Don't believe everything you hear,' Joe said.
'If I were writing a story on your love life, Brennan, I'd have more than enough confirmation to go to print.' Perrie studied the wolves for a long moment, then put the binoculars in her lap and looked at Joe. 'What about you?' she asked. 'Do you ever think about finding a Juliet?'
'Wolves mate for life. I'm not sure I'm the type to be with one woman forever.'
'Me, neither,' Perrie said. 'I mean, with one man. I suppose some people are happy with that. But I've never met a man that I could imagine spending the rest of my life with.'
'Maybe you just haven't met your Romeo,' he said softly, looking down at her.
'And maybe you haven't met your Juliet,' she countered.
His gaze locked with hers, and for a moment, she thought he might kiss her. But then he turned away. 'Look,'
