Wyoming Rugged

“Yes, but I’m not—what was that word you used, vamping? I’m not trying to vamp him.”

“Just as well,” Edna chuckled. “He’d put you down pretty quick if you tried. He thinks you’re way too young for him.”

“I know,” Niki said, averting her eyes so that Edna didn’t see the flicker of pain in them. “I guess I could get a job. There’s an opening at the company Blair owns in Catelow, that mining office. They were advertising for a clerk.”

“You have a degree in geology,” Edna began. “I heard Mr. Coleman say they had an opening for a field geologist, too.”

“Yes, they do,” she replied. “Can you really see me going out into the field and working? I’d have to wear masks and carry all sorts of inhalers and medications, and I’d probably still get sick.”

Edna grimaced. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s okay. I’m glad you don’t think of me as disabled. But in that sense, I am. My lungs won’t let me do a lot of things. I even have trouble sitting in church next to women who think wearing a bottle of perfume is the way to attract attention.”

“Never have understood that,” Edna agreed. “I have a friend who has migraine headaches constantly. She never sees a connection between the thick perfume she wears and the headaches. She wears a layer of bath powder that’s as bad as the perfume. Even started me sneezing in church last week,” she laughed.

“I suppose we’re all blind to our own faults,” Niki had to agree.

“You going to Yellowstone with Mr. Coleman, then?”

Niki shrugged. “I guess I am.” She didn’t add that she was nervous of being alone with him. Not because she didn’t want to be. But he was experienced, and she had no way to hide the effect he was starting to have on her. She’d have to try, though. It would just be too humiliating to have him know that he was the star in her sky.

* * *

THEY LEFT EARLY the next morning in the luxury car Blair had rented at the airport. He glanced at Niki to make sure she had her seat belt on. He smiled to himself at the picture she made in that soft yellow sundress with its spaghetti straps and long full skirt. She was wearing her beautiful blond hair down. It reached to her waist in back. She was very pretty. Very fragile. He frowned.

“Got your meds?” he asked suddenly.

She grimaced. “Yes.”

“Sorry. I don’t mean to sound like an overprotective parent.”

“It’s okay.” She didn’t mind if he treated her like a child. Of course she didn’t. She worried her shoulder bag in her lap and looked out the window.

“I’m sorry that I said what I did yesterday, too,” he added curtly. “But I meant it, Niki. You can’t spend your life hiding from the world because of one stupid drunken date.”

She drew in a long breath. “I guess not.”

“A man who cares about you won’t be rough,” he added. “He won’t try to force you.”

“I know.”

She didn’t know. He wondered just how much experience with men she really had. She’d told him that she was still a virgin the night he saved her from the overbearing date. But that had been before she graduated, two years ago. He shouldn’t be curious. It wasn’t his business, but...

“Have you ever been intimate with a man?”

Her faint gasp told him everything. His teeth ground together. “Maybe that brooch I gave you was more accurate than I realized. You really are a little hothouse orchid, aren’t you?” he asked through his teeth.

She bit her lower lip. She couldn’t look at him. “I go to church,” she began.

“A lot of people do. It doesn’t mean that you have to live a life of total chastity,” he said curtly.

She frowned. “I don’t...feel things. With men, I mean.”

His heart jumped. “What do you mean?”

She kept her eyes on the passing scenery. Far in the distance were the blue outlines of the Rockies. Closer, lodgepole pines grew in clumps across open pasture. She saw a deer leaping through the underbrush, then disappear into the forest.

“Niki?”

“I haven’t ever dated much,” she confessed. “Boys in my high school teased me just because I went to church at all,” she said. “One boy propositioned me right in the hallway, and he didn’t lower his voice. When I got flustered and blushed, everybody laughed.”

His heavy brows drew together. “That must have been awful.”

“It got worse. He thought it was so funny that he posted it on his Facebook page.” Her eyes closed. She didn’t see the expression on Blair’s face. “My dad found out. He called our attorneys. The post got removed. In fact, the boy had to close down his account. Dad has a really mean temper.”

His hand tightened on the steering wheel. “Good for him.”

“Anyway, that was the only really bad thing that happened. Until I went out with the football player in college.”

“You dated other guys before him, didn’t you?”

“Well, I went to the senior prom with my best friend and her boyfriend, in high school. I danced a lot, but I didn’t have an actual date.” She grimaced. “Word got around school, about the Facebook thing.”

“Damn.”

She leaned back against the seat. “Dad was very protective of me,” she said. “There was an inspector for the cattleman’s association who used to come out to the ranch, and a vet who did vaccinations for us. They both asked me out, but Dad got to them.” She laughed. “He said the inspector was married, and the vet had a reputation that made him blush.”

Blair didn’t comment. Todd had always been protective of her. He would have felt the same way. She was fragile. Beautiful. Sweet. A world away from that vicious, cold woman he’d been married to for two years.

“It’s funny,” she said suddenly.

“What is?”

“How I can talk to you about things like this. I can’t even talk to Edna about them.”

“I’m not judgmental. And I’m old. Compared to you, at least, Tidbit,” he added with a tender smile.

She sighed. “You’re too gorgeous to be old, Blair, even if you think you are. Look, isn’t that a buffalo?” she exclaimed, too occupied to notice the sudden flush on his high cheekbones at what she’d said. No woman in his life had ever talked to him like that.

He glanced out the window and smiled. “That’s a buffalo, all right.”

“I went with Dad to a buffalo ranch one time. There were warning signs everywhere,” she added. “And the area they were kept in was double-fenced. The owner said that they were a lot more dangerous than people thought they were. He was always cautioning guests not to get too close to the fence.”

“They can be dangerous,” he agreed. “But any wild animal can be.”

“And some people, too,” she added.

“Yes. And some people.”