Navajo's Woman

Joe nodded, but he kept some distance between them as he looked at her. How was it possible that she’d grown more beautiful? More tempting? He hadn’t exactly been celibate the past five years, but he’d never met a woman he’d wanted more than he did Andi. Maybe if they had consummated their relationship, he wouldn’t be feeling this hunger right now. Could it be that the great unknown made her all the more alluring?

And what the hell was she doing wearing the bracelet that he’d given her? He had inherited several pieces of silver-and-turquoise jewelry from his mother, the granddaughter of Benjamin Greymountain, who had been a remarkable silversmith long before the Navajos were known for that specific craft. Joe had chosen the bracelet from his collection with great care, wanting something that would appeal to Andi and yet at the same time brand her as his own. Primitive emotions? Old-fashioned male possessiveness? Yes, he was guilty of both.

Her twenty-fifth birthday had been special. A night out with her father and Doli, then a private celebration, here at his home. They had come so close to making love that night. But Andi had called a halt, asking him to be patient, to give her more time. She wanted him, she’d said, but she also needed to be sure that their relationship had a future. Despite her Navajo blood, he and she had come from two different worlds, and she wasn’t sure they could ever reconcile the two. He had loved her all the more for being a woman to whom lovemaking meant a commitment.

“You aren’t saying anything.” Andi snapped her head around and glared at Joe. “Are we in agreement or not?”

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m not quite sure what we’re supposed to be in agreement on.”

Andi huffed indignantly. “Weren’t you listening? I was proposing that you look after Eddie’s best interests and I do the same for Russ.”

Here we go, Joe thought. She was accusing him of laying all the blame on Russ again. Why was it that she couldn’t believe he cared about what happened to her brother? It was as if five years hadn’t been long enough for her to come to terms with her father’s death and Joe’s part in the tragedy. Would she never realize that Russell had had other options? He chose to commit suicide, to disgrace his family and leave them bereft.

“Sure. That’s easy enough,” Joe said in order to pacify her, then added, “but it would be a lot easier if we agreed that we both care about the boys and want what’s best for them. After all, it’s going to be hard enough spending time together, without the two of us being constantly at odds. If we trusted each other—”

“Ah, but we don’t, do we?”

Andi’s gaze connected with Joe’s, and for one split second he felt as if someone had hit him in the stomach with a two-by-four. He knew he was fighting a losing battle. He’d have to let Andi come along, join him in the search for the boys. If he went out alone and something happened to Russ, she’d blame him; she would convince herself that he was at fault. By letting her tag along, he ran the risk of either making love to her or strangling her. But somehow, he had to find the strength to avoid both.

“J.T. is putting an ad in the Navajo Times. Maybe the boys will see it and contact us.” Joe made his way closer to Andi and sat beside her, he on one end of the sofa and she on the other. “He’s also been questioning all of Eddie’s and Russ’s friends. If they’ve contacted anyone, then no one’s admitting it.”

“What about the girls they had a date with that night?” Andi said. “Do you have any idea who they were? I’ve asked Doli, and she doesn’t know.”

“Kate and Ed said that Russ arranged the date, but all Eddie told them was that they were a couple of nice girls who lived in Castle Springs.”

The moment he heard Andi grunt, Joe realized that a verbal attack was imminent. She was too damn touchy about Russ, taking everything he said about the boy the wrong way.