Beautiful Sacrifice (Maddox Brothers #3)(42)
Taylor blanched and then looked away. “You don’t have to say anymore. It’s all starting to make sense now—why you don’t drive, why you’ve started all over here, away from your family.”
“Whatever you think you know, you’re wrong,” I said, shaking my head. I put the envelope and picture away in the shoebox and closed the lid.
Taylor watched me and then touched my cheek. I recoiled.
“Sorry,” he said, pulling his hand back. His eyes gave away his frustration—not with me, but with himself.
“You’d be doing me a huge favor, and I’m willing to do almost anything to get to Eakins.”
He sighed, unable to hide his disappointment. “You have priorities. I can appreciate that. God knows I’ve left plenty of girls behind because of what I wanted.”
“Which was what?”
His mouth pulled to one side. “To be the hero.”
“Look, I haven’t been honest with you. I wish I had been, now that I know you.”
“Now that you know me?” he repeated.
“I know it’s in your nature, but I don’t need you to save me. I just need a little help to save myself.”
He breathed out a laugh and looked away. “Don’t we all?” He swallowed and then nodded. “Okay then.”
I sat up. “Okay what?”
“After my tour here, I’m going to take you back with me.”
“Are you serious?” I sniffed.
The skin around his eyes tightened as he thought about what he was going to say. “If you promise to be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt, and I don’t want them to be hurt either. We can’t show up and interrupt their lives.”
“That’s not what I want.”
He stared at me and then dipped his head once, satisfied that I was telling the truth.
“Taylor”—I felt my eyes filling with tears again—“are you screwing with me? You’re really going to let me come with you?”
He scanned over my face. “I have one more condition.”
My face fell. Of course, there was a catch. This was the part where he was going to ask for sex. He’d already said he didn’t want a relationship, and that was the only thing I had to offer.
“What?” I said through my teeth.
“I wanna hike Barr Trail up Pikes Peak. None of the guys will go up with me.”
I puffed out a breath of relief. “Pikes Peak. That’s your condition?”
He shrugged. “I know you’ve hiked it before. A few times.”
“I’m probably one of the few locals who has.”
“Exactly. Will you hike it with me?”
“Really?” I wrinkled my nose, dubious.
He looked around, confused. “Is that stupid?”
I shook my head. “No.” I threw my arms around him and squeezed, pressing my cheek against his. His skin was soft, except for the stubbly parts. “It’s perfectly reasonable.”
His arms snaked around me, his muscles tense. “Not really. You don’t know how much hell my brothers are going to give me for bringing a girl home—especially a girl I’m not f*cking.”
I pulled back, looking at him. “I’m the first girl you’ll be bringing home?”
“Yeah,” he said, frowning.
“We’ll just tell them that we’re friends. No big deal.” I lay back against him, nestling into his side.
He pulled the blanket up and around me. “Yeah,” he said with a sigh, “I’m going to end up punching one of my brothers over this.”
“What? Like it’d be the first time?” I teased.
He poked me in the ribs, and I squealed. The sound made him cackle.
He quieted. “I’m sorry … about what happened to you. And I’m sorry about Don. I tried. I saw the look on your face. I didn’t want you to lose him.”
“He was a good Papa,” I said, leaning my head back against his shoulder.
“Nope. No more seats left on the Cog Rail,” I said, glancing down at Taylor.
He was bent at the waist, grabbing his knees.
“Look,” I said.
The peaks and valleys below us were spread out for miles under a blanket of green that turned bluish farther out. We were above the clouds. We were above everything.
Taylor took a swig from his canteen and then let it fall to his hip from the thick green strap hanging from his shoulder and across his chest. He pulled the black fleece pullover over his head that he’d had tied around his waist for most of the climb, and then he returned his Oakley sunglasses back over his eyes.