Clint asked. Now his eyes looked calculating.
“I’ll stick close to Ryan’s office,” she said, desperate to find some way of appeasing Clint. “She’s bound to get in touch with him. I’ll listen whenever he gets a phone call. I’ll get the information for you. Haven’t I always done what you wanted me to do?”
He smiled at her, but there was no warmth in his face, and Betsy shivered. “Yeah, you’ve always done what I wanted you to do, Betsy. And I won’t forget it.”
He grabbed his coat from the door and stepped outside. “I need to think for a while. You figure out how you’re going to get that information for me.”
Clint slammed the door, and the trailer shook for a moment. Betsy slumped against the couch, staring at the door, as tears slowly trickled down her face. How did everything go so wrong? she cried to herself. She’d had such glorious dreams of a wonderful life with Clint. Now they were as old and dusty as the dirt of the Double Crown Ranch. And as unattainable.
She had to put Griff out of her mind, Willa told herself as they bumped along the rutted dirt trail that was supposed to lead to the cabin. The disturbing feelings he roused in her were nothing more than her hormones reacting to an attractive man. Griff wouldn’t be interested in a woman like her, a woman who wasn’t exciting or glamorous or sophisticated.
She stared out the window, trying to find something else to think about. “The trees along this road to the house are beautiful,” she said in a low voice, desperate for an innocuous topic to discuss.
“They’re a problem.” Griff sounded worried.
She couldn’t stop herself from looking over at him. “What do you mean, ‘they’re a problem’?”
“Too much cover.” His face was hard. “Anyone could sneak up on the cabin along this road, and we wouldn’t be able to see them until they were at the door.”
“Who’s going to come to the cabin, Griff?” she asked. “No one but Ryan knows we’re here.”
He glanced over at her, and she thought his eyes softened a little. “Remember what you said about thinking three steps ahead? That’s what I’m trying to do.”
“But it’s so quiet up here. Surely we would hear anyone driving up the road.”
“I hope so.” He glanced out the window again. “Damn trees. I don’t know why you Americans are so nuts about trees.”
“Don’t you have trees in Australia?” she asked, trying to keep the laughter from her voice.
“We have plenty of trees,” he muttered. “We just don’t put them where they don’t need to be.” When he glanced over at her and saw her smiling, he smiled reluctantly. “We don’t have a lot of trees on the Crown Peak Ranch. It’s mostly pasture and red dirt. And don’t mind me. I’m just worrying out loud.”
“I think the trees along the road are beautiful.”
He scowled again. “Yeah, they’re magnificent.”
She turned to look out the window again, her smile fading. Griff took his job very seriously. And she was grateful that he did. She needed to keep that in mind.
“Is your family’s Crown Peak Ranch in Australia a lot different than the Double Crown Ranch?” she asked.
“Actually, it’s quite similar to the Double Crown,” he answered. “Which isn’t too surprising, I guess, considering that my father Teddy and Ryan are half brothers.”
“Ryan was so excited when he found Teddy.” Willa smiled, remembering her godfather’s delight. “And he was thrilled that you and Matilda and Reed and Brody could spend this time with him.”
“My father was happy about it, too,” Griff said. “He’d always wondered about his family.”
As they talked, the truck emerged from the last of the trees to a small clearing surrounded by more trees. The mountain rose sharply behind the cabin, but the trees and the rock behind them gave the small clearing a cozy, secluded feel.
The cabin itself was made of weathered logs that blended into the rustic setting. There was a porch that ran the length of the front of the cabin, and a pile of firewood was stacked along one side.
“Let’s leave the car here for now, and take a look around,” Griff said.
Willa stepped out of the car, and realized that there was a chill to the air. “I had forgotten we’d be in the mountains,” she said, pulling Griff’s jacket more tightly around herself. Then she looked over at him and realized that he was in his shirtsleeves. He didn’t seem to react. He stood measuring the cabin with his eyes, examining the area around it.
Willa reached into the truck and grabbed her wool coat. It was still a little damp from the night before, but she took off Griff’s jacket and slipped on her own. She missed the battered jacket immediately. It had smelled and felt like Griff.
“Here, Griff,” she said. “It’s too cold to stand there without your jacket.”
He glanced over at her, and she saw concern flash in his eyes. “Why did you put that coat on? It’s still wet.”
“It’s fine.” She thrust his jacket at him, ignoring the feeling of loss. “We’re just going into the house, aren’t we?”
He took his jacket absently and slipped it on, still studying the area. He was silent for so long that Willa moved closer to him.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
He looked over at her as if she’d startled him. “Wrong? No, it looks fine.”
“You’ve been staring at the cabin as if you expected it to turn on you.”
He gave her a smile and took her hand. “I was just running scenarios in my head. Let’s take a look at the back.”
It was only a casual gesture, she told herself as he led her around to the back of the cabin. There was no reason for her heart to race in her chest and for her lungs to feel like they were going to explode. Griff was merely trying to shepherd her along, and taking her hand was the quickest way to do it.
But her hand felt so right in his. She wanted to twine their fingers together, to press her palm against his and feel her heart stutter in response.
She’d better get a grip, she told herself harshly. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself, or embarrass him. So she forced herself to ignore the feel of his hand on hers, and concentrate on the cabin that would be their home for a while.
There was a small shed at the rear of the cabin, and Griff opened the door. Tools and ladders lined the walls, and there was a space large enough to hold their truck. Otherwise, the shed was empty. Griff shut the door, and they kept walking.
The trees that surrounded the cabin seemed to press in from the back. Griff dropped her hand as he moved into the thicket of woods, and she could almost read his mind. The trees were too close to the house. They could provide too much cover for someone intent on surprising them. Willa shoved her hands into her pockets and shivered. The feelings Griff aroused in her made it too easy to forget the real reason they were at this cabin.
“I don’t like this,” he said, and she saw the concern in his eyes. “These trees are far too close to the building. But there’s nothing we can do about it. I’ll rig up an alarm system for these windows at the rear of the cabin. That will help.”
“I guess no one thought of this cabin as a hideout from kidnappers,” Willa said, trying to keep the snap out of her voice. She was grateful they had a refuge like this cabin.
Griff gave her a quick smile. “The trees can’t be helped. But we can fix the problem. Let’s go inside.”
Willa expected to find a very basic, rustic living space. She was surprised at the comfortable, homey atmosphere inside the cabin.