Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

T oo soon, Sophie found herself perched on a mammoth animal. “All right, Mertyl, you sweet girl—slow and easy,” she crooned to the painted mare, her entire body tense and expecting to hit the ground. Eyes forward, Mertyl plodded ahead with a bored snort. At least, it sounded like boredom.

Thick pine trees unfolded lush branches on either side of the dirt trail as a woodpecker beat a sharp staccato tune somewhere high up. Orange honeysuckle and thick huckleberry bushes fought for dominance throughout the trees, their sweet scents mixing with sharp pine. A cool breeze wafted through the sharp sunlight angling through branches and brought peace to the area.

They truly were alone.

Sophie fought to relax her butt and thigh muscles as she balanced. She couldn’t help but remember Jake’s hard thighs bracketing hers on the big black horse he rode again today. She studied his broad back as he maneuvered a ton of near-wild animal along the old trail easily, naturally.

Today he was all cowboy in faded jeans, black Stetson, and boots, his hair tied back at the nape. He was even bigger than she’d remembered. A dark gray shirt emphasized the breadth of a muscular chest that her body remembered well.

Her gaze softened as one of her new boots caught her eye. He’d bought her boots. Then she shook her head. He was a cowboy. A lawyer, no less. If that wasn’t bad enough, his main job was to prevent her from doing hers. She needed to remember they were opponents in a battle about to begin. A battle that could determine the rest of her career and save her uncle’s company. Boots or not.

As the trail angled upward, Sophie had to admit Jake had been correct about her horse. Slow and steady. Pretty safe. Mertyl had looked almost grateful when Jake led her from the deep rust-colored paddock on his ranch. Sophie had admired the color of the building, and Jake explained it matched his parents’ paddocks, since he’d wanted consistency throughout all the ranches. His warm tone illustrated a closeness with his parents.

She had looked around for his home, but several mature blue spruce trees down the private driveway hid it.

Suddenly, the lake sparkled as the trail broke into a clearing of trampled wheat and sagebrush surrounded large rocks baking in the sun. Thick trees encircled the vista on three sides while a steep incline led down to the water far below.

Jake jumped lithely off his stallion near the edge of the trees, turned, and reached to lift Sophie from Mertyl. His hands remained warm and strong around her waist as she regained her balance and stretched already protesting muscles. He waited until she met his gaze.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Amusement wove through his tone.

Her heart accelerated as his midnight eyes ran over her face in an almost physical caress. Sophie shook her head. She’d agreed to the trip so she could see her client’s land from a different perspective, not to flirt with the sexy lawyer. So she stepped back, and he released her.

Sophie turned toward the lake, letting its placidness calm her nerves while Jake tied reins to trees before grabbing two backpacks slung over his horse. He deftly shook out a tightly woven blanket with white, red, and brown-stitched patterns and spread it on the ground before adding plates, containers of food, and a bottle of wine.

“You really come prepared.” Sophie sat gingerly on the beautiful blanket.

A dimple flirted in his left cheek as Jake opened the containers. “My daughter helped pack the essentials.”

She blinked. “You have a daughter?”

“Yeah.” Pride shone in his deep eyes. “Leila. She just turned six.”

“Pretty name,” Sophie murmured. Caution stiffened her spine. “You’re not, I mean, you’re not married, are you?” The heated kiss from the previous afternoon flashed through her mind.

Pain stamped down hard on the sharp angles of his face. “No. My wife died when Leila was only two.”

“I’m sorry.” It wasn’t enough.

“Me, too.” He handed her a plate before opening the wine.

An orange-breasted robin hopped closer to the blanket, its beady eyes on the feast. “How did she die, Jake?” Sophie asked.

He handed her a glass of chardonnay. “She died running away from me.” He effectively ended the conversation by passing her a container filled with fried chicken.

They ate in silence. Sophie wondered about his deceased wife but didn’t want to dampen the afternoon with sadness. She’d ask later.

“It’s so peaceful here,” She mused as two more robins joined the first.

“Yes. Without a golf course,” Jake said dryly.

Sophie tossed her empty plate into a garbage sack. “Golf courses are peaceful places. At least if they’re designed correctly.”

“Not the same, Soph.” Jake gestured at the deep green lake below them. “The risk isn’t worth it.”

Irritation jangled her nerves. “The golf course won’t pollute your lake.”

“The science doesn’t confirm that. Again, it’s not worth the risk. Besides, you don’t own any of the land, do you?”

She exhaled slowly, holding on to her temper. “No. A private company owns the land. They hired us just to design the golf course.” The sun beat down, and she inhaled the crisp air.

“Well then, maybe we’re on the same side here,” he said.

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Is this when I notice that a golf course doesn’t belong here?”

Jake reached out one broad arm and yanked Sophie down beside him to face the clouds. “The land has been whispering since you arrived. You just need to listen.”

Sophie quieted with her head on Jake’s muscled shoulder, her face turned to the sky, her back comfortable against the blanket. She really should get up. Or move away. But he was so warm, so solid. She ignored her inner voice and shut her eyes to listen.

A breeze scattered pine needles to the hard earth. Honeysuckle layered the wind with sweetness. Birds twittered to each other in song, and Jake breathed deep and sure next to her. She opened her eyes.

Clouds drifted lazily across a beach-warm sky as a sense of peace slipped through her bones into her deepest marrow. “I think a golf course would still be peaceful here.”

“Why aren’t you used to presents, Sophia?” he asked.

The wind brought a chill, and Sophie snuggled closer into Jake’s side. Just a bit. “Ugh. Please don’t call me that.”

“What’s wrong with Sophia?” Laziness coated his deep voice as he stared upward.

Embarrassment heated her cheeks. “It’s pretentious. I mean, seriously. ‘Sophia Smith’? What was she thinking?”

“Your mother?” he asked.

Unease settled in her stomach. “Yeah.”

“Is she French?”

“No, she wasn’t French. She just wanted to be somebody.” And she’d reached her goal.

“ Wasn’t French?” he asked.

Remembered hurt slithered down Sophie’s chest. “She and my stepfather died in a car accident when I was eighteen.”

“She was somebody.”

Sophie pushed old hurts out of her mind. “How do you figure?”

“She was your mother,” he said.

Sophie’s shoulders tensed. “That wasn’t enough, believe me.”

“I still don’t understand.” He tucked her closer.

Sophie let out a deep breath. “I’m not sure she knew who my father was. If she did, she never said. We were poor. Trailer-park poor. She always wanted more.”

“Did she get it?”

“Yeah. She married my stepfather, Roger Riverton, when I was fourteen. Then she got to travel everywhere.”

“What about you?” he asked.

Sometimes loneliness snuck up and chilled her skin, like now. “Boarding school. It was all right, I guess.”

“Did you like him? Your stepfather?” Jake’s deep voice wound nicely through the silence.

“Not so much. He was quite a bit older and had already raised his family. In business, well, he was ruthless,” she murmured.

Jake ran a hand down her arm, as if to offer warmth and reassurance. “How did you know he was ruthless?”

Memories flashed, bringing a dull ache to her temples. “A girl at school told me. I guess Roger raided her dad’s company and then tore it apart. It’s what he did.” She watched the clouds drift. “Once a man came to visit when I was home for school break. He was almost crying, practically begging Roger not to destroy his family’s construction business. I shouldn’t have listened at the door, but…”

Jake tightened his hold. “What happened?”

“Roger didn’t care. He was so cold, so mean. Like a shark. He told the man to forget it, that he deserved to lose his company. That he was weak.” She shivered. “That’s how Roger made so much money.”

“Some of the money went to something good, right? I mean, to your schooling?” Jake asked.

Sophie tightened her jaw. “No. When they died, everything went to his kids. I had a scholarship to school and took out some loans, so it all worked out.” She had never wanted Roger’s money.

Jake was quiet for a moment. “How did you choose golf course design?”

Sophie laughed, her heart lightening. “I loved art. Drawing and creating. When I met Uncle Nathan, Roger’s brother, he helped me channel that into design. He’s my boss now.”

“Ahh. You love him,” Jake said.

“Yes. When I was younger, I used to wish he was my dad. That Mom had married him instead.” Sophie rolled onto her stomach to face Jake. His muscles were relaxed, and he had one hand behind his head. “What about you? Are your parents still living?”

“My mother is. My father died in a snowmobile accident when I was eight and Quinn was six.” Jake’s eyes darkened.

Sophie reached out to pat Jake’s chest. “I wondered about Colton and Dawn. They look different from you and Quinn.”

Jake’s eyes crinkled. “Yeah. Mom married Tom a couple of years later and then they had Colt and Dawnie.”

“Were you upset she remarried?”

“Not really. I mean, he isn’t Kooskia, so I wasn’t so sure for a while. But Tom’s great, and he makes Mom happy. Though Dawn…” Jake’s gaze narrowed. “She has been a handful. For all of us.”

“Three older brothers? Poor Dawn.” Sophie couldn’t imagine having three older brothers. “Is it important to you? I mean, was Leila’s mother a member of the tribe?”

“Yes. She was full Kooskia,” Jake said.

For some unknown reason, his admission deflated her.

Then he frowned. “I thought being a tribe member was important—that we’d want the same things.”

“But you didn’t?”

“No.” The color of Jake’s eyes deepened, and his hand slid to the back of Sophie’s head.

She placed both hands against his chest and pushed to a seated position. “No way. No more kissing.”

“Why not?” Jake sat up, his eyes intent on her mouth.

Despite her resolve, heat flared in her abdomen. “Because this is business. We’re on opposite sides.”

“We don’t have to be.” His voice deepened to a husky tone.

“Yeah, we do.” Her brain told her body to get a grip. “Unless you’re going to support my design?”

“No.” Regret colored his words.

They were on opposite sides, no matter how sexy he was or how much she wanted to kiss him again. “We should get back.” She shivered as the wind caught a chill.

His gaze ran over her face. Then he nodded and rolled to his feet, holding out a broad hand to help her up. “Yeah, we should. The spring storm season should be arriving any day, and while impressive, you don’t want to be caught outside.”

“Spring storm season?” She moved to help him repack.

“Yes. Probably not until next week, though the breeze coming off the lake has more of a chill than it should.” He turned and lifted her onto the mare, helping her insert her new boots in the worn stirrups.

Sophie felt slightly more at home on the pretty horse, but while her body relaxed, her thoughts spun. What had he meant that his wife had run away from him? How had she died? What would it be like to kiss Jake again? Maybe the first time was just a fluke. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t Kooskia—one silly kiss didn’t mean anything.

What she needed to concentrate on was how she could convince Jake to change his mind and help her earn the tribe’s support for her proposal.

They arrived back at the paddock before she knew it. Jake’s indulgent groan as they drew closer should have provided warning to whom obviously awaited them.

“Hello, Sophie.” Chief Lodge strolled out the big double door.

“Afternoon, Chief Lodge.” Sophie gratefully took his offered hand and swung down from the horse. Her leg muscles protested in a spasm, and she stumbled.

“Did you see the land?” The chief steadied her until she could stand on her own.

She put both hands on her hips and stretched her back, ignoring the loud pop from the base of her spine. “Yes, I did survey the land.”

“And?” the chief asked.

“I think a golf course would fit perfectly in that spot.” She grinned at the elder.

The chief threw back his head and guffawed. “Oh, Sophie, you’re a pip.” He wiped his eyes with one gnarled hand. “That settles it, then.”

Her entire body revolted from her earlier ride. “Settles what?”

“You have to attend the branding picnic tomorrow, out at Rain’s,” the chief said.

“Grandpa…” Jake swung from his horse to stand at her side.

She threw a disgruntled look his way. His muscles seemed fine.

“There now, Jake agrees. We need to be there early, but I can give you directions.” The chief patted her on the back. “Besides, the entire tribal council will be there, so you can talk to all of them about your proposal.”

She chewed her bottom lip while flicking another glance toward Jake. It would be nice to speak with the entire council, so maybe she should go. Though the frown on his sexy face didn’t warm her heart any. “Well, I’m not sure.”

“Saturdays are meant for fun, so you must come.” The chief offered her an arm. “Now, why don’t we let Jake take care of the horses, and I’ll give you a ride back to Shiller’s B&B.”

“Oh, er, okay.” She’d grab any opportunity to sell him on her plan. Taking his proffered arm, she gave Jake a small smile over her shoulder. “Thanks for the picnic.”

“No problem, Sophie. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jake said.

Why did that sound like a threat?