by Vivien Vale
“A bit like her mother.” Boone smirks, and cuts into the lemon. The burst of citrus fills the air, and the kitchen begins to smell divine.
“A bit.”
There’s a moment of silence, and tension builds.
I want to say something and break it, but Boone beats me to it.
“How old is she?”
“She’s four,” I say with as much confidence as I can manage.
I watch as Boone continues to pause—he’s mentally doing the math.
Finally, he takes a deep breath, and nods his head.
He knows.
“She looks a lot like you,” he says, throwing butter and the fish into the pan.
I want to tell him that I think she reminds me more of him—her eyes, her unwavering spirit, her love for all creatures, and her joy in helping others.
But I can’t.
So I stay silent for a moment, turning my gaze and watching Crockett and Amelia play. You’d never have known she’d broken her leg until you saw the splint.
“I really mean it, Boone. Thanks for everything.”
He grunts, shrugging off my gratitude to try and show me that he doesn’t do it to be thanked.
“But Amelia and I should probably get going after lunch. We should head to the ER and have her checked over by a doctor.”
Boone turns to look at me again, as he takes the slices of lemon in his hands and then layers them over the fish.
“I don’t think that’ll happen, Margot,” he says calmly.
If anyone else had said that to me, I’d suspect them of foul play, but Boone seems genuinely regretful that we won’t be able to leave.
“The rockslide blocked the main road. It’s the weekend, and there’s not many people about…You’ll both be stuck here until Monday.” He pauses to think. “At the earliest.”
My jaw hits the floor, and I look back at my daughter.
If I have to spend a whole weekend around Boone, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself. The love I had for him five years ago never really went away, and I can feel it slowly bubbling back up in my heart and filling my chest.
If I stay, I’m scared that I’ll get hurt.
I can’t stay. I need to convince him that I can’t stay, even if I have to fight him.
Chapter 11
Boone
I can see the wheels turning in her head. Her mouth slowly closes. She breathes in and out like she’s meditating on how to piss me off next.
Taking her cue, I mimic her.
We both need to calm the fuck down.
But the idea of her out there, trying to clear the debris herself, makes my blood boil.
“I can’t stay.” Her adamant tone lets me know I’m in for a fight.
“What do you mean you can’t stay?” She’s going to drive me fucking crazy. “You don’t have a choice.”
I keep my voice final and level, but she’s being fucking ridiculous. It’s going to take more than manual labor to clear the road, and she should know it.
“I have places to be. Amelia needs to get checked out. I just can’t stay.” Her voice is rising in pitch, and she’s giving up on any semblance of remaining calm.
I don’t understand what the big deal is. Doesn’t she realize how lucky she is that they even survived?
If I wasn’t around…I can’t even think of that.
But that’s Margot for you. She’s never seemed to realize just how lucky she’s always been. When I pulled her from that fire all those years ago, she could’ve easily died then and there.
Considering her incredible ability for getting herself into trouble, it’s amazing that she’s lasted as long as she has. What did she ever do without me?
“It’s not a big deal. I don’t mind you guys staying here—if that’s what you’re worried about.”
A few more mouths to feed and a little shuffling in the sleeping arrangements. That’s all it will take. We can work it out.
“I’ll go out and check the road. Maybe it’s not that bad.”
I stare at her like she’s crazy—because that’s what this is.
Of course it’s that bad. We saw it. Why is she being so willfully naïve?
“We’re both strong. We could shuffle it a bit so that we can get through. You moved those other rocks before.”
I can tell she’s trying to stay calm as she says this. But her closed fists and red face give away her emotions and the strain it is taking for her to remain calm.
The furrow in her brow is exactly how I remember it. Only I remember thinking it was so cute. It’s not looking very cute right now.
“Landslides are dangerous. This isn’t something either one of us should be fucking around with.” Shit, I hope that wasn’t too loud. But Amelia still seems oblivious to the conflict we’re having in the kitchen.
But when Margot turns and heads for the door, my own anger gets the best of me.
In two steps, I catch and grab her arm. Pivoting her towards me, I can’t help but vent.
“It’s dangerous, Margot.”
So is being this close to her. Her upturned face, full of anger, turns me on more than I’m willing to admit.
All these years, I’ve thought and dreamt of her. Her face filled with passion, just like it is now.
Concentrate, fuckhead. It doesn’t matter how beautiful or passionate she is. Not while she’s being an idiot.
“You don’t own me, Boone. Just because you saved me—”
“You think that’s what this is about? Owning you? Fuck, Margot. If you go out on this harebrained fucking mission of yours, I’m going to have to save you all over again!”
She can’t be this obtuse. Her eyes are wide and innocent. She’s acting like a child, so I’ll have to treat her like one.
“This landslide might only be the beginning. The same rocks that shifted down that mountain can shift again. We can’t just go out there and start shuffling things around.” My own voice is as loud as hers.
“Wouldn’t that have happened already?” She’s really yelling now. Instead of pulling away, she’s leaning in, and we’re practically nose to nose, going at it.
This isn’t anything new. We’ve had these moments before, and it’s always hot. I just want to take her lips in a scorching kiss and give her a damn good reason not to go outside.
But on the flipside, I’m furious at her. How can she be so selfish? She doesn’t have just herself to think about anymore.
“No!” Leaning in, I make myself eye level to get my point across. “That slide out there might only be one of many around this area. And I’ll be goddamn sure that you are not out there with our daughter driving around making yourself a target.”
I realize my mistake as she stiffens. A look of defeat crosses her face as her eyes tear up.
Fuck.
Never in all of my wildest imaginings had I ever thought that we would get into a yelling match when we saw each other again. Especially not in front of our kid.
And that’s the proverbial icing on the cake, isn’t it?
She knows I know. And as tears start to roll down her cheeks, we both realize Amelia has tuned in.
Her cries can be heard in the next room, and Margot pulls away and furtively starts wiping her cheeks.
“I’m coming, honey!” Her singsong voice holds no trace of her scattered emotion.
How does she do that?
I’m breathing hard and don’t trust myself to speak. There aren’t many people that can whip me up into a frenzy this way. But the thought of her going off and getting herself hurt—her and heaven forbid the daughter I just found out I have—drives me insane.
She’s so headstrong and always did think she knew best. But this is one situation where I know I’m the expert. If I have to tie her to a chair—or a bed—to keep her from going out and getting herself killed, I will.
Avoiding eye contact, she scurries from the room.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Her low murmurs drift towards me as I
stand paralyzed in place.
“What are you guys fighting about?” Amelia’s high-pitched question reaches my ears, even though she’s whispering.
“We aren’t fighting. We just don’t agree. Sometimes adults don’t always have the same opinion.” Margot’s pacifying tone is impressive. Considering how we were just going at each other’s throats two minutes ago, that woman has some fucking talent.
And that’s another thing. Another thing that she’s taken from me.
I could be the one soothing our daughter.
I could be the one explaining away our argument.
There’s so much I have missed. And now she knows I know.
It’s no wonder she took off out of here like a bat out of hell.
Tilting my head back, I take a few deep breaths and force myself to relax. Rolling my shoulders, I shake out my hands and turn around to go back to my fish prep.
It needs a little more work, and now that I know I don’t have to chase Margot down, I can relax a little.
At least I can count on Amelia keeping her around.
Margot’s soft voice and Amelia’s high-pitched giggle drone in the background as I finish cleaning the fish.
I realize the voices have stopped as I see Margot’s feet come into view.
“I need to make a phone call and make sure everyone knows we’re okay.” Her voice is soft and hesitant, and when I look at her, she still can’t make eye contact.
That’s just fucking brilliant. We’re in a tiny cabin and stuck with each other for at least a few days.
I need to make this right.
Even though it’s not my doing, I know causing battles now will keep me from being involved in either of their lives. That is not an option.
“Let me just wash my hands, and I’ll keep her company.” Turning on the tap, I lather soap under the warm stream. “I didn’t mean to make you angry. It’s just that the thought of you in danger again really stresses me out.”
Shutting off the tap, I turned to face Margot. “Let’s plan on talking about all this later. Okay?”
“Okay.” Her eyes finally lift to meet mine. The resignation on her face makes me pause.
Did she really think I would be that bad of a father?
“I’ll just be a few minutes.” Her parting words are loud and obviously meant for both Amelia and me.
“Stay close to the cabin,” I can’t help adding. I want to add and stay in sight, but I don’t think that will go over very well.
Starting my low chirping whistle, I call for Crockett as I move into the living room.
Less than ten seconds later, he scurries in, just as I settle on the far end of the couch next to Amelia.
As Crockett hops up and puts both his front paws on one of my knees, I look at Amelia and wink. “Okay, Crock. Let’s show our guest some tricks.”
Amelia’s breathless giggle and quick claps are all the encouragement I need.
Crockett and I have been working on these tricks for quite a few months. “Let’s see some walking. Walk, Crockett. Walk.”
Crockett’s clumsy attempts to take steps on his hind legs impress Amelia. He can only make it three to five steps each time, but it’s not bad for how overweight he is.
“Did you teach him that?” Amelia’s hands are opening and closing, like she’d like to grab and hug him.
“I sure did. Watch now as I give him a treat, so you can do it next.” Crockett lives for treats and wastes no time inhaling it. “Okay, Crockett! Let’s see some clapping. Come on Crockett, clapping. Clapping!”
Of course, Amelia laughs and squeals and claps along with Crockett as he clumsily attempts to balance on his hind legs and bring his paws together.
Even I have to admit, it’s pretty fucking cute.
“He’s so smart!” Amelia’s admiration is worth all the hours I’d spent.
“He is. Take this.” Handing over the treats, she dutifully holds one out just like I had. “He’s pretty good at quite a few things. Sometimes, I can get him to twirl on his hind legs and cover his eyes.”
“Oh, show me!”
Amelia’s laughter as we try to coax Crockett into a ballerina pose warms my heart. Her mother might be stubborn and headstrong, but this little girl…
I can tell already, she’s a part of me.
Chapter 12
Margot
Standing with my back a foot from the door, I wait to make sure that Boone and Amelia are getting along.
After only a few seconds, I hear Amelia’s excited voice.
My mind is in turmoil as I process the last few minutes.
He knows. Boone knows!
In the back of my mind, I know this is bad. It just complicates things so much. And from the way it went, he has every intention being involved.
Not that I’m surprised, Boone has always been a completely stand-up guy.
In addition to saving people from fires, he has always been known as someone who could be counted on to help out in any situation.
So, the real question is, do I mind if he is involved?
No. That’s what’s so ironic about the whole entire situation.
I’d be a liar if I said I was over him. It’s only taken an hour in his presence, and I want to jump his bones.
There’s always been off the charts chemistry between us. When we were together the first time, it felt like coming home. Like it was always meant to be.
Being with him now feels exactly the same way.
Holding up my phone, I walk away from the door, assessing the signal.
Moving to the right, I slowly circle the yard within twenty to fifty feet from the door.
I still want to be able to hear Amelia if she needs me. As far as she knows, I’ve left her with a strange man. I don’t want to leave her for a long time, but I need to call my mom.
If we didn’t have a brunch date set up for Sunday, I probably wouldn’t be making this call and facing the music with my parents so soon.
Of course, she knows Boone is Amelia’s father, but she hasn’t ever approved of any kind of relationship with him. The family tension has always just been too extreme. I don’t even pretend to understand everything that has happened between our families.
First of all, it just seems so ridiculous. Old news.
Aren’t Boone and I supposed to be the new and improved generation of our families?
But if they want to hold on to grudges like that, they can have it. But I refuse to lie about what is happening between Boone and I right now.
As I hear my mother’s phone start to ring, I take a deep breath to brace myself.
“Hi, honey! How are you?”
The relief I feel at hearing my mother’s soothing voice, lets me know I am more shaken up than I realized.
“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you today. Is everything okay?”
The crackling line cuts in and out on her words.
“Hey, mom…kind of.”
She pounces right on the hesitation in my voice.
“What do you mean, kind of? What’s going on?”
I hear the worry in her voice, and I don’t want to cause any additional stress.
“Amelia and I are fine, but we were involved in a landslide and rescued…by Boone Masters. We’re stuck here now at his cabin in the mountains until the roads get cleared.”
I might as well tear the Band-Aid off as quickly as possible.
She doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. I don’t expect her to be happy about the situation, but she should be really thankful. I know I am.
“We’re up here on a camera shoot. Then, Amelia fell off the path, just as the landslide started. It was terrifying, mom! We are so fortunate that Boone showed up when he did.”
Boone deserves all the credit, and I want her to know that. He’s solely responsible for us still being alive. Again.
“Wow, honey, that’s just crazy! Is Amelia okay, then?”
I’m not sure exactly how honest my mom is on that questio
n. I haven’t even gotten Amelia checked out yet. I feel like a bad mom as it is.
“Boone put a splint on her leg, and based on her pain, it appears that she’ll be okay. I can’t get out of here and to a doctor until they clear the road.”
I’m sure she can hear the worry in my voice.
“Well, there must be something we can do. Should I call the local authorities? Have they been notified?”
Her questions make sense, and I make a mental note to talk to Boone about them. But I don’t want her worrying any more than necessary. I know she’s going to be worried just because we’re with Boone.
I’m really torn. There’s a part of me that wants to stay here with Boone and introduce him to his daughter.
Now that he knows, the cat is out of the bag. I can’t very well just walk away and tell him he can’t see her again. Not only do I think he wouldn’t go for that, but I wouldn’t want to do it to him either.
Not telling him about Amelia was never because I thought he would be a bad father. He’s great. Honestly, I know he would be fabulous.
I think on some level, I just didn’t want to fuck up his life by making him feel obligated.
I know Boone Masters better than he realizes. As soon as he realized I was pregnant, he would have dropped everything and married me, or tried to, at least.
And I don’t know that I would have said no, either.
Now, I realize how wrong I was to keep our baby girl all to myself. I admit that I’m just selfish when it comes to her.
“I’ll talk to Boone, mom, and make sure that the local authorities are in the loop, so the roads get cleared. Amelia seems fine, so I’m not going to panic. She’s treating it like an adventure and is having a great time.”
“And how is it with Boone?”
My mom’s carefully worded question is asking so much more than it sounds like.
“It’s good. I didn’t even realize it was him when he saved us. He’s got a beard.”
I’m trying valiantly to keep it light.
“Mm-hm. So, he’s looking good?” Of course, she asks.
Good enough to eat.
It makes my heart ache just to think about him. I guess it always has.
“Yes. He looks good. But I had no idea he was out here. This wasn’t intentional or anything.”