The Reluctant Bride

“Sometimes.”

“That won’t change after we’re married, either… Not with me living here and you working in Phoenix. You could always switch to landscapes—plenty of scenery.”

“Dad’s older and he isn’t well. He can’t really move. And when it comes to postcard and calendar shots, they don’t pay enough. Still, I’d love to be able to earn a living with material like this.” Karinne gestured at her open window. The wooded area of northern Arizona and the Coconino Forest shone a brilliant green from the night’s rain. It was the “earn a living” part that posed a problem.

“Can’t blame you there.” Max pointed to the left.

A doe and her fawn browsed the tender young leaves on a shrub, unconcerned with habitual park traffic. Karinne followed the pair with her eyes until the Jeep’s path around a winding curve put the deer out of sight.

“It sure beats a sweaty athlete with a bat or ball in his hands,” Max said.

“Well, maybe if you’re the model,” Karinne hedged. Cute shots of fawns in the forest were a dime a dozen. Her action shots with professional athletes were unique. “One of these days you’ll pose for me, Max.”

“In a suit at our wedding,” he told her.

“What about during our honeymoon?”

“Just scenery stuff. No jock shots,” he insisted. Her wicked smile at his unintentional pun prompted Max to add, “You know what I mean.”

“I have other plans for our honeymoon,” she promised.

“Have you talked to your dad about those assisted living homes?”

Karinne bit her lip. “I—uh—haven’t got to that yet.”

“Checking out the homes or telling Jeff it’s what his doctor recommends?”

“Neither,” she said with a sigh.

“I’m surprised you even agreed to come up for the week, you’re so busy protecting your father.”

“Please, Max, let’s not argue. I just got here.”

“We have some things to discuss this week, Karinne. Either we settle them, or…”

“Or what?” Karinne asked. “You’re giving me an ultimatum?”

“At least I’m willing to give something new a try for the sake of our relationship. Which is more than you’ll do. You’re going to argue, aren’t you?”

Karinne sighed again and turned her head away. He could rarely say no to her. Maybe that was his problem. Max relented.

“You and Anita have breakfast? Did you bring boots? Hats?”

Karinne nodded. “We ate. And we have everything ready for the hike down.”

“How about a mule ride?”

“But…I thought they were booked.”

“The park service had two cancellations. They said we could have the slots if we’d piggyback their mule-pack gear down with our regular chopper load supplies,” Max said, referring to the chopper delivery service the concessions often used. “One couple can ride, the other can fly. Your choice.”

Karinne nodded. “Anita would love the flight. I’d rather savor the quiet. And you.”

“We might lose the sun again,” Max warned, smiling at her response.

“That’s not a very romantic answer,” Karinne replied.

“I’m saving the romance for after tonight, since we’ll be in a dorm. Sorry, but all we’re allowed is a good-night kiss.”

“I can drag that out for quite a while,” she said merrily.

“Ms. Cavanaugh, you’re a woman after my own heart.”

Chapter Four

Bright Angel Trailhead,

South Rim, Grand Canyon

The sun finally broke through the clouds as the four regrouped in the parking area outside the small airport that served the Grand Canyon.

“Are you positive you don’t want to take the helicopter?” Anita tried to hide her eagerness.

“I’ve been. You go,” Karinne replied. “This will be your first time, won’t it?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes. Thanks, I can’t wait.” Anita grinned.

“Guess Anita and I will meet you down below,” Cory said.

“You want my help loading the supplies?” Max asked.

“I can handle it. You two get your mules,” Cory said.

“Enjoy your flight,” Karinne told them.

“We’ll see you this evening,” Max added.

Karinne tilted back her head, shading her eyes as the prop wash of the helicopter blew over their heads. Anita and Cory’s journey would be far faster than hers, but she didn’t mind. She and Max stood apart from the crowd of tourists waiting for the trip down.

“You nonriders don’t need to worry,” the park’s head mule wrangler explained to the group standing outside the corral. “These mules could make the trip blindfolded. Just sit back for the ride and let them do their job. The drop-off side of the trail might seem close, but don’t let that scare you. We’ve never lost a mule or rider yet. Listen up as I call out your name and assign you a mount.”

Karinne listened, one hand holding the upper pipe bar of the corral, the other still shading her eyes as she stared across the majesty of the Grand Canyon. Nowhere else did reds, pinks, oranges, browns and royal purples blend into such a rich tapestry of bands. Within the canyon, towering spires of layered colors descended one mile down into the Colorado River. Even though she’d seen it before, memory couldn’t do justice to the reality of its grandeur. The huge size of the canyon, two hundred and seventeen miles long and from four to eighteen miles wide, provided a huge canvas for nature’s most famous colors. Most canyons were dark holes, with scattered green vegetation to break up the browns. Not this one—it was a brilliant rainbow that glistened from top to bottom and side to side.

Karinne listened as the park ranger went into more safety details; the mules took the same trail day after day, year after year, making them safe for nonriders and children.

“Does Cory still ride?” Karinne whispered. She and Cory had learned together one summer.

Max shook his head. “No. The day he got his driver’s license was the day he quit using a saddle.”