Like a cream-fed cat, she smiled and stretched. But his leg was thrown across her hips, the denim rough against her skin, and she couldn't move more than a few inches either way.
Perrie closed her eyes. For now, sleep was her only option, for she didn't want to wake him… not yet. She looked down at his arms, wrapped around her shoulders, strong and capable, and those hands that had worked such magic on her body. She wove her fingers through his and brought his hand to her mouth, kissing it softly. Who was this man who stirred such a deep desire in her? She barely knew him, yet she felt as if she'd known him her entire life.
Had destiny brought them together? She'd never believed in fate or karma, preferring logic and reason over all explanations. But something more powerful was at work here. If not for Tony Riordan and a stray bullet, she might have lived her entire life never knowing Joe Brennan. She might never have set foot in Alaska. And she might never have come to love a man the way she loved Joe.
The thought that they might never have met was unfathomable, and she drew a deep breath and banished it from her mind. She wasn't sure what the day would bring, but she had to believe that Joe felt the same way about her. And if he did, then her life would never be the same again.
A soft moan rumbled in her ear and Joe shifted and stretched behind her. She held her bream, but she could tell that he was awake, and she slowly turned around in his arms. He gazed down at her with half-hooded eyes and gave her a sleepy grin.
'You're still here,' he murmured.
Perrie reached up and brushed a lock of hail from his forehead. 'I could say the same of you.'
He nuzzled her neck. 'I can't think of any place I'd rather be. How about you?'
'I could think of lots of places, but I'd want you there with me.'
'Where?' Joe asked.
'A big hotel with a big bed. And room service to cook us breakfast Palm trees and sunshine and a beach towel for two.'
He frowned. 'Do you really hate the cold that much?'
'No,' Perrie said. 'I just hate all the clothes. And bundling up every time I need to go to the outhouse.' She ran a playful finger down his bare chest. 'And I like you much better without flannel and long underwear.'
Joe smiled and kissed her on the tip of her nose. 'So, when are you going to take your trip to Cooper?'
His question surprised Perrie. She'd forgotten all about her trip. And now that he brought it up, she wasn't sure what she was going to do with the prize. She had no intention of going back to Seattle before Milt called her. And Cooper was a long way from Muleshoe… and Joe. She couldn't imagine spending two hours, much less two days, away from him.
'I-I hadn't thought about it. Why do you ask?'
'I just thought you'd be anxious for a change of scenery. You've been stuck in Muleshoe for two weeks. And you worked so hard to win the trip.'
Was he so eager for her to leave? She'd told him from the start that she'd use every option available to get back to Seattle. Did he still expect her to make a run for it? Was he hoping she would? 'I suppose I should go soon. I'm not sure when Milt is going to call.'
An odd look crossed his face, but it was gone before she had a chance to figure out what it meant 'Why don't you go today?' he suggested.
Perrie blinked in confusion. 'Today? But isn't that a little soon? I mean, I'm not even sure if I can. There are reservations and the pilot and-'
He snuggled up to her and sighed. 'Don't worry about the pilot. I'm the pilot,' Joe said. 'As for reservations, the resort doesn't see too many visitors this time of year. We'll probably have the place all to ourselves. It will be very romantic.'
Perrie sat up in bed, pulling the sheet up around her chin. 'You're the one who's supposed to fly me to Cooper? Since when?'
He stared up at her, his arm thrown across his forehead. 'I've always been the one. I donated my services to the organizers of the games as soon as I found out you were entering the brides' competition. I wasn't about to take any chances.'
Reality came crashing down around her and her dreamy state evaporated in an instant. How could she have been so foolish? She'd forgotten what had brought them together in the first place. Joe had a job to do, a favor to return. Was all this just part of the job? Had she somehow mistaken obligation for true emotion?
Perrie closed her eyes and calmed her scattered thoughts. This wasn't real, this life she and Joe had been sharing. She'd been swept away by silly schoolgirl fantasies of happily-ever-afters. Real was Seattle and her job.
'You wanted to make sure I didn't go back,' she said, her voice deceptively even.
'At first… maybe. But you're not going back to Seattle. So we can turn this into a nice romantic weekend.'
'Then you trust me?'
'Of course I trust you. Perrie, I only want you to be safe. You understand that you're better off in Alaska with me, right?'
She didn't know what to say. She felt as if she were lost in the wilderness without a compass. All these feelings were so new and unfamiliar, she had no landmarks to keep her on course. Her whole life, she'd always been in control. But now she'd turned that control over to someone else, and it left her dazed and vulnerable.
Damn it, if she wanted to go home, she could. He had no right to stop her! After all, she was a grown woman, able to make all the choices in her life, including whether she wanted to risk that life to get a story or whether she wanted to take a chance with Joe Brennan. And he shouldn't have a thing to say about it.
Perrie calmly marshaled her composure. 'All right,' she said. 'Let's go to Cooper. Today.'
'We'll leave after lunch,' Joe said, tugging her back down into the bed.
'No,' Perrie replied. 'I think we should leave now.' She grabbed her T-shirt and yanked it over her tangled hair, then crawled out of bed. 'I should pack. And you should go up to the lodge and get your things.'
Joe grabbed her hand and pulled her down to sit on the edge of the bed. 'What's the hurry? Come back to bed, sweetheart.'
She stood up. 'No, I think we should leave now.'
With a groan, Joe rolled out of bed. Perrie tried to ignore the way his muscles bunched and rippled as he held his arms above his head and stretched. He raked his hands through his hair, then bent down and snatched up his shirt from the floor. 'All right. I'll go throw some things in a bag and come back and get you in fifteen minutes.'
He slipped his feet into his boots and shrugged into his jacket before he grabbed her again and kissed her. 'We're going to have a wonderful time,' he murmured.
She watched him leave the cabin, then sat back down on the edge of the bed. Perrie pressed the heels of her hands to her temples. What was she doing? She had been in Muleshoe for two weeks. Long enough to forget all about why she was here in the first place. A story that had seemed so important suddenly didn't make any difference at all-and all because of one man. A man she barely knew.
And what had happened to her journalistic instincts? Why couldn't she read Joe Brennan's motives and feelings the way she was able to read so many others'? He had to know that Cooper represented her only opportunity to escape, to get back to Seattle. He had to know she'd try. And when she did, would he stop her, or would he let her go?
Maybe this was just an easy way to end things between them. Over the past week they'd been nearly inseparable. Sooner or later, Perrie had expected some declaration of his feelings, but he hadn't said a word. Maybe he didn't have feelings for her. Or perhaps she was just another in a long line of women who blew in and out of his life like spindrift.
Perrie drew a deep breath. She would formulate a plan. They would go to Cooper and she would find a way to leave. And if he let her go, then she'd know he didn't care. And if he made her stay, then she would demand to know why. He would have to reveal his true feelings for her-or admit that he was only doing a job.
A shiver ran down her spine. It all came to this. All this love she felt for him was riding on the answer to an impossibly simple question: Would he stop her?
Suddenly, she didn't want to ask the question. If she stayed in Cooper, she'd never need to know the answer. Perhaps it was unwise to force the issue, especially so soon. But then, the choice was bound to come up, for Milt
