No clue. One corner of Tuckers mouth lifted. Maybe shell turn out to be a tall, cool blonde. Thats your type, right?
Used to be, Jack said, and shot Tucker a kiss-my-butt grin. Too bad you got to Alyssa before I did.
That was total bull. Thered never been anything between Jack and Alyssa Locke-turned-McDermott, the CSI who had become Tuckers wife, but as a diversion it worked just fine, especially given that Alyssa had the long, cool blonde thing going on in spades.
Tucker just grinned. Eat your heart out, bachelor boy. He tapped the clamshell photo frame on his desk. Ive got myself two long cool blondes of my very own. Technically, only Alyssa fit the bill; two-month-old baby Laurel was more along the lines of short and wide-eyed, though the fine wisps of hair caught in a bubble gum-pink bow were definitely blond. But the two of them together, yeah, that brought a pang. It was what Jack had thought hed had lined up, the future hed seen himself living.
Hadnt worked out, though, and hed moved on. Maybe he hadnt found his one and only yet, but hed worked out his processslow and steady won the race when it came to relationships, at least as far as he was concernedand hed come to grips with being single long after most everyone else in his generation of Williamses had paired off.
In the meantime, though, he had a good job, good friends and Bear Claw was home, even if it was having its problems these days.
It was those problems that occupied the forefront of his mind as he strode across the parking lot to his SUV, subverting the more pleasant thoughts of a tall, cool anything. And as he started mentally reviewing what he knew of the Forgotten and the militia case, he decided it wouldnt hurt to call a few contacts on the way out to the airport and make sure he was up to speed.
He might not want this assignment, but it was his ticket back on to the more important investigation. Besides, hed be damned if anything happened to a visiting scientist on his watch.
Chapter Two
Tori saw the guy the moment she hit the baggage claim area, and only partly because the badge on his belt marked him as her Bear Claw P.D. liaison.
Mostly it was because he was really hard to miss.
In fact, she was pretty sure the brief hesitation in the determined stride of her seatmate from the plane came from a Hello, handsome moment rather than dismay over the Delayed sign blinking next to their flight number on the board.
Tori and the tall, blonde businesswoman might have waged a low-grade and unstated war over foot room and control of their supposedly shared armrest during the endless-feeling flight, but in that moment she had a feeling they were united in feminine appreciation.
The guy was maybe a shade over six feet, with dark auburn hair, piercing, pale blue eyes and an aggressive jut of a nose that made him seriously good scenery in a full-on masculine sort of way. He sported a hint of silver at his temples, but Tori put him at closer to thirty than forty, rugged and handsome in a way that made her think of mountains and fast-running rivers.
Wearing jeans, a light blue button-down that was open at the throat and rolled up over his tanned forearms and a pair of hiking boots with enough scars to suggest they had seen some rough trails, he probably shouldve looked like he had just stepped out of an ad for an expensive cologne, but even without the badge, she wouldve pegged him as a cop. It was in the way he held himself, the way he watched the flow of human traffic.
Or, rather, the way he had been watching the flow. Now he was watching the blonde.
Or, rather, the way he had been watching the flow. Now he was watching the blonde.
Typical, Tori thought on a beat of disgust, and didnt let herself try to match the other womans long-legged stride as she swaggered over to the cop, who was lounging against a support beam, looking like someone had dropped a piece of the wilderness in among the overprocessed, touristy posters that lined the walls.
If Blondie hadnt spent the entire flight being a space invader, Tori might have admired the way she moved past her prey, pretending to ignore him as she frowned prettily up at the display. As it was, she sneered inwardly as the cop took the bait and said something to her. Tori wasnt close enough to catch his opening line, but as she drew near, Blondie glanced at him, her expression caught between interest and triumph as she purred, Are you looking for someone?
He nodded. Yes, indeed. And I believe Ive found her. He looked over and downway downto Tori. Dr. Bay, I presume?
Blondies smile instantly lost its wattage and her face took on a look of Really? But Tori barely noticed because she was busy doing a double take of her own, as surprise that he had noticed her was compounded by the hoo-boy of having those baby blues locked on to her.
His outdoorsy vibe mightve made her think of the mountains, but his eyes were the cerulean of a perfectly flat high-country lake beneath a cloudless sky. The kind of lake that hikers would take a days climb to reach, and then be grateful to simply sit and stare. Which was exactly what she was doing.
Staring up at him. Like a five-foot-nothing dork.
Say something, idiot!
Yes, Im Dr. Bay, she blurted, loud enough to make herself wince. Forcing her voice to something approaching its normal businesslike tone, she added, How did you recognize me?
The university typically didnt send much advance info on their field researchers, never mind photos. Then again, the people requesting her services typically didnt insist on police protection either.
The corners of his eyes crinkled arrestingly. Given the knapsack, hiking boots and the insignia on your wind-breaker, I figured it was a good bet you were the tree doctor.
Catching Blondies smirk in her peripheral vision, Tori bristled. She didnt need to look down at herself to know that she was rocking the earthy-crunchy factor in jeans and a plain forest-green T-shirt, along with a U.S. Plant Pathology Association windbreaker that was a couple of sizes too big because they didnt come in extra small. And, yeah, given that she had her bark-brown hair pulled back in a stubby ponytail and was wearing her glasses because airplanes did wonky things to her contacts, she wasnt even close to being in Blondies league. And not just because she was lacking the designer suit, stilettos and a foot of height.
Worse, she had actually bothered to catalog those differences.
Hello, she thought loudly, hoping both her libido and her brain would listen up, youre not here for a fieldwork fling. Youre here to do a job. Granted, shed combined the two more than once in the past, but this particular job fell under the category of potential disaster, probably shouldnt let yourself get distracted, hunky escort or not.
Besides, he was a cop.
Deliberately, she put her head back in the work zone where it belonged. The U.S. National Park Service was worried about the newly discovered breeding population of barred eagles, and the strange, threadlike fungus that was killing huge chunks of forest near the eagles nesting area. Given the ecological chaos caused by the recent oak-blight epidemic in Californias Point Reyes Park, the Park Service wasnt taking any chances in Bear Claw Canyon. When the local scientists hadnt been able to crack the funguss life cycle or the real cause of the problems the trees were experiencing, Tori had gotten the call.
Her family might not understand her choosing to save trees rather than people, but she was very good at what she did.
Giving the cop a cool look, she said, I prefer the term phytopathologist. Or plant disease epidemiologist is okay, too.
He raised an eyebrow. How about we go with Tori and Jack instead? Seems easier, and half the time when I hear Detective Williams, I turn around to see if my dad or uncle are standing behind me.
Which meant he wasnt just a cop, he was straight out of a cop family, with all the save the world and pat the little lady on the head machismo that it entailed. Or maybe that was just her family, she thought, trying to smooth out the sudden tug of irritation he hadnt earned.
Which just left her realizing that she had just told her local liaison to use her professional titles. God, she was still such a dweeb sometimes, especially when faced with a guy who felt just that little bit out of her league, turning him into a challenge.
Making herself grin rather than groan, she nodded. Tori and Jack it is.
She didnt bother asking herself what it was about this guy that had her caught somewhere between lust and dorksville. He was seriously hot; she was exhausted by having done a weeks worth of grant writing in two days to make this trip; and it had been a few months since she and her last equally on-the-go lover, Greene, had called it quits. So she was noticing the handsome detective in a chemically combustible way, and it was making her a little silly. Okay, more than a little.
Focus. We should get going. I understand that the site is pretty far off the beaten path.
Thats an understatement. Well be using Ranger Station Fourteen as a base camp and driving out to the Forgotten from there on a daily basis.
Wait. What? She frowned up at him. Way up, which made her feel short, and in turn, irritated her. We wont need the ranger station. Were camping out at the site for the duration. That was SOP for the more remote locations, and shed been assured there would be no problem.
His expression tightened and those lake waters chilled. Not with an armed militia out there, were not.
An She blew out a breath, not liking the sound of that one bit. I was under the impression that the area was secure.
That might be the official line, but its not the reality as far as my contacts within the investigation are concerned. So heres the deal: either we bunk at Ranger Station Fourteen and day-trip it out to the Forgotten, or you hold off on your investigation until weve got a real handle on the Shadow Militia. Your call.
Even as jitters took up residence in her stomach, she narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure out if he was on the level or if this was another version of the familiar song that went Ive got better things to do than drag you around; I wish youd go away.