Second Chance Pass (Virgin River #5)(24)

“You’re getting in the middle of stuff.”

“Mel, I wasn’t going to tell you anything. But I’ll tell you, because you’re so goddamn nosy. Paul loves her.”

“I know.”

“Well then why are you all over me?” he asked.

“Because this is for them to work out. Not you.”

“But Paul loves her. And this Cameron—he’s nice, he’s a good guy, he’s slick.”

“It’s for them to work out.”

“Well, what the hell do you expect me to do?”

“Stay out of it.”

“But what if…”

“Stay out of it. You are such a mother hen.”

“We owe Paul…”

“Jack, if Paul isn’t smart enough or aggressive enough or in love enough to handle this, maybe Vanni is better off with the pediatrician.”

“How can you say that?!”

“Because I’m the wise one in this marriage,” she said. “And you’re too emotional.”

“Aww.”

“Why did you give Cameron the cabin if you don’t like seeing him with Vanni?” she asked.

“Because. He wouldn’t be under the general’s roof tonight.”

She laughed. “Jack Sheridan, you are such a sneak. I never give you enough credit.”



The next morning Cameron was invited to breakfast with Vanni and the general, then out for a ride. It was a weekday and Tommy had school so the general was needed to baby-sit. Vanni took him out alone, just the two of them. Vanni rode Tommy’s horse, a gelding named Chico who was pretty frisky, while she put Cameron on their gentlest mare, Plenty, short for Plenty of Trouble. There were four horses in the stable, all of them good riding mounts with the general’s stallion, Liberty, being the most difficult to manage. As promised, she had a rifle strapped to her saddle.

“You ride, shoot, have babies at home—I thought you grew up in the city?”

“When you grow up with the general, you learn lots of interesting things. And my mom was a farm girl.”

“When did you lose your mom?” he asked.

“A few years ago. She was a real amazing, strong, beautiful woman. She did so many things—besides riding and hunting with my dad, she was also a licensed pilot and followed Dad all over the world. When both my brother and I were born, Dad was off in one conflict or another. For some of the most important times in our family, he was missing—and she never once complained or ragged on him. She admired him, respected the work he did—they were true partners. She was the strongest woman I’ve ever known.” She took a breath. “She was killed in a traffic accident in D.C. Such a waste, such a loss.”

“I’m sorry,” Cameron said. “You take after her, don’t you?”

“I hope I do. That would be the highest compliment you could give me.”

They rode along the river for a while, enjoying the crisp air, the spring foliage. Ponderosa, fir and pine spattered with sequoia rose high above them, covering the foothills. “You’re doing pretty well,” she observed.

“If this old girl doesn’t make any fast moves, I can hang in there.”

The river trail opened up into a field and Vanni stopped. “Look,” she whispered. On the other side of the field was a small herd of deer, two bucks, several doe and their babies. “It’s not even the best time of day to see them.” A gentle breeze caressed her; she removed her hat and lifted her hair off her neck to take advantage of the cooling. “What’s not to love about this place, huh?”

“Fantastic,” he agreed. “Can we take a break? Get off and walk around?”

“Sure,” she said, dismounting. She led Chico toward the river edge and he lowered his head to drink. Cameron did the same with Plenty.

Vanni gazed off at the deer. She could feel Cameron move up behind her; the warmth of his body was right there, though he didn’t touch her. Then one hand caressed her upper arm while the other pulled her hair away from her ear.

“This is the first time I’ve ever driven two hundred miles to see a woman I’ve barely met, Vanessa,” he whispered.

Vanni bit on her lower lip. She’d been sleepless last night, thinking. She knew Cameron was interested in her, but that wasn’t enough. Her mind was on Paul.

She turned around. “I’m very vulnerable, Cameron,” she said by way of warning.

“I know. I’ll treat you carefully.”

“You’re going to have to treat me patiently,” she said. “I’m not prepared to be any more than friends right now.”

He laughed and shook his head. “I’d sure like to see where this could go.”

“Friends,” she said. “Or nothing at all.”

He cocked his head and smiled. “Do friends kiss? Just to see if there’s…chemistry?”

She shook her head. “They do not. Not yet.”

“Yet is a much more encouraging response than nothing at all. I guess friends kiss when they’ve gotten to know each other and there’s trust. Do I have that right?”

She sighed deeply. If not for Paul, she might be attracted to Cameron. He was handsome, sexy, sweet. “It’s too soon. My mother-in-law jumped the gun, introducing us and—”