they were not sturdy enough to stand tall to the breeze.
And certainly not sturdy enough to stand up to the dog, who bounded with sheer exuberance through them to get to the lake. The water was a sheet of glass, a shade of blue beyond description. It was spring fed and loaded with native trout. Yesterday morning he’d seen a bighorn sheep and a mountain lamb grazing at the edge, but all was quiet this morning-no doubt in thanks to the mutt sniffing and pouncing on anything that moved, including his own tail.
“You’re going to be bear bait if you don’t cool it,” Brady warned him.
But the dog’s joy of the morning couldn’t be contained, and Brady found himself smiling when the mutt accidentally roused a pissed-off possum and came high-tailing it back, eyes wide with terror as he hid behind Brady’s legs.
Pulling the camera away from his face, Brady eyed the silly dog and shook his head. “That was all you, soldier. Don’t write checks your ass can’t cash.”
After recovering, the dog headed back to the lake’s edge and drank.
“That water’s tainted,” Brady said. “Now you’re going to fall in love with the first girl to give you a sweet smile and some tail.”
Totally unconcerned, the dog panted happily.
“It’s true. She’s going to crook her little paw at you and you’re going to roll over and expose that belly.”
When he said roll over, the dog plopped to the ground and rolled over.
Brady stared at him. “Let me get this straight. You can’t stop barking to save your own life, but you can roll over?”
“Who’d believe that I’ve found Brady Miller, ex-army ranger and all around badass, talking to a dog… ”
Brady had already heard the footsteps coming up behind him and placed them as Adam’s, so he hadn’t turned. Rule number one in survival-always know who’s coming up behind you.
“It’s the first sign that you’re becoming human, you know,” Adam said, coming up alongside him. “Talking to your dog.”
Brady lowered the camera and squatted to rub said dog’s belly. “You think I’m not human?”
“I think you think you’re not.” Adam hunkered down too and looked at the dog with a smirk. “He’s got you trained, I see.”
Brady shrugged. Useless to try to deny the truth.
“Lilah told me she broke into the center last night.”
Brady was used to the quick subject change when it came to Adam. Adam didn’t waste words. “She did.”
“You see her?”
Actually, Brady had seen a whole hell of a lot of her, but he kept that little tidbit to himself. He could hold his own against Adam and had, but he was feeling mellow and didn’t want to go there. “Yeah, I saw her.”
Adam looked at him for a long moment. He couldn’t have any idea that Brady had slept with Lilah, not unless Lilah had told him, which Brady highly doubted. They were tight, united by this place that was home to them like no other. They’d grown roots.
Brady wouldn’t know a damn root if it wrapped itself around his ankle and tugged, and they all knew it. He waited for Adam to warn him off Lilah, but he didn’t.
“How’s the Bell coming?” Adam asked instead.
“It’s nearly there. You ready to be rid of me?”
“You said you’d stick around for a month. You’ve got more than half of that left. I’m looking to book some air time.”
“Give me another week. You’ll have your helicopter.” As for his promise to stick for a month, he’d already said he would and he never broke his word. He turned to look into the woods, because someone was coming. Maybe a mob of someones given the noise.
Both he and Adam watched as Lilah came into view a minute later with about ten leashes and a dog on each of them. She was wearing short shorts, a snug T-shirt, those hard-on-inducing work boots, and a look on her face that rendered Brady stupid as she came to a stop right before him.
“You look amazing,” he murmured before his mouth could reconnect to his brain.
She smiled the smile of a woman who’d had more than a few orgasms the night before. “So do you.”
“Hello,” Adam said, irritated. “I’m standing right here.”
“You look amazing, too,” Brady said, not taking his eyes off Lilah.
“Fuck.” Adam shoved his hands in his pockets. “This is just fucking awkward.”
“Then maybe we could have a minute?” Lilah asked him.
Adam looked pained. “Christ. Okay.”
Her low laugh filled the morning air. “I meant with Brady.”
“Fuck,” Adam said again, clearly not liking Lilah’s response, and with a long, level look at Brady, he strode off.
Brady watched his dog sniff at the asses of all the other dogs. And Jesus, when the hell had he started to think of the dog as his? “Last night,” he started, and then ended up trailing off because he didn’t know what to say.
She was just looking at him, smiling sweetly. Glowing.
He took that in and thought that she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “Should we talk about it?”
“Why?”
He scratched his head, and she laughed. “Aw, look at you,” she said very gently. “Fine. If you need to talk about it, by all means go ahead.”
“I-” He shook his head, baffled. “But you asked Adam to leave.”
“Maybe I wanted to kiss you hello in private.” She went up on tiptoe and did just that, with all the dogs entangled around their legs, kissing him until they were both breathless. Brady felt dizzy from the lack of blood in his head, combined with the unusual emotion called concern. He hoped to God she remembered he was temporary. “Lilah-”
“It’s okay, Brady.” She secured all the leashes in one hand and patted him on the arm like he was one of the dogs at her feet. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to ask you to go steady.” She kissed his jaw this time. “I meant what I said,” she whispered against him. “I always do. This is light and easy, remember? You’re in the clear, so you can breathe now.”
Shit. She was right, he wasn’t breathing. He drew in some air. “You really are different, you know that?”
“Uh-huh.” She flashed a smile so contagious that he found himself giving her one of his own. “You seemed to like those differences last night,” she said, still grinning.
He had. Christ, he so had.
“And besides, we’re not really all that different. Although I think I’m a little more… ”
“What?”
“Optimistic.” She nudged him with her shoulder. “You’re Eeyore.”
He blinked. “You think I’m Eeyore?”
“You tell me. I take my empty glass and try to fill it up with what happiness I can find. Friends, family, my work… And then there’s you.”
He raised a brow. “Me.”
She nudged him again, looking playful and damn sexy while she was at it. It was the short shorts with the boots, he decided. Or everything. It was everything.
“You take that empty glass,” she said, happily analyzing him. “And you wonder what the heck to do with it. You don’t need the glass, you don’t have time for the glass. Hell, you’ll just drink from a spigot if you get thirsty. And in any case, there’s probably another one up the road if that one runs out, so-”
“Are we still speaking English?” he asked.
Laughing, she kissed him again, blowing brain cells left and right when she touched her tongue to his. Before he could gather her close, she’d danced back with the dogs and gone on her merry way, leaving him staring after her wondering why he felt like he’d just been run over by a Mack truck.
Because you got laid by a woman who wants nothing more than sex from you, and you want…
Jesus.
He didn’t even know how to put words to what he wanted.
