Katie didn’t go upstairs. She was going to be late, and for once, she didn’t care. She needed a moment alone, away from Stone’s knowing eyes, Annie’s prying ones, and now there would be T.J.’s as well.
Good Lord, he looked just like the rest of them, all big, bad, sexy, and wild.
The Wilders were made of some pretty fine genes.
Damn them anyway.
Still gripping her burrito, she went out the front door and was promptly blasted by the icy air. No problem, it could cool off her temper. Nibbling on her breakfast, she walked around the back of the lodge, past a set of picnic tables. She didn’t feel like sitting. It looked as if it might snow any minute, but that didn’t stop her. Even given how she’d spent her night, she had an excess of energy that she needed to get rid of. So she hit the trail that led past the storage sheds and cabins, the one they’d snowshoed all those nights ago, which wound along the bluff high above the valley. She needed the gorgeous view with no one talking, no one charming, no one looking at her from a set of green eyes that tended to melt brain cells, heart, and panties with equal aplomb.
The trail had been gone over with the snowmobiles many times since their last storm, so she was able to walk it in her boots without sinking in, but it was still tough going. One thing about hiking with a spiked temper, the chill vanished. The crunch of the snow beneath her boots soothed her, as did the whistle of the pines in the light wind.
Someone was following her. She knew it was Cam, but he kept his distance, so she continued to hike and finish off her burrito while she was at it. She was going to see her pretty view, and when she was no longer steaming, she’d go back to work.
But Cam’s booted footsteps began to catch up with her. “Go away,” she said.
“I’m sorry, okay? Come on, Katie. Stop. We should talk.”
Ha! “That’s pretty funny, coming from you.” She sped up.
“Katie, seriously, wait up. You need to slow down-”
“Why, so you can charm my panties off again? No thank you.” She craned her neck to look at him while picking her pace up to a full-blown run now, which turned out to be a bad plan because in her brilliance, she ran right off the trail.
And slipped down the hill.
Chapter 24
“Katie.” Heart going off like a jackhammer, Cam ran to the edge of the drop-off where she’d vanished. “Katie!”
“Not good. So not good.”
At the sound of her voice, he took a deep, steadying breath, because holy shit. She’d slid off at a sharp incline, which during summer would have been a nasty fall, but now, in the dead of winter, the snow had softened the angle and the landing. She was about twenty feet down, way too still, which had his relief short-lived. “Are you okay?”
When she didn’t answer, his gut tightened because he knew it was her worst nightmare coming true all over again. “Hang on, okay? I’m coming.”
He eyed the best way to get to her without falling and possibly smacking into her and then knocking her farther. He could take the trail another hundred feet where there was a more gentle slope, than traverse back to her. Which, without snowshoes, was going to be tricky. “I’ll be right there.”
“Breathe,” he heard her say to herself as she set her forehead to her knees. “Oh, God. Just keep breathing.”
“I like the sound of that.” He said this lightly, while feeling anything but light. “Don’t move.”
“Brilliant idea.”
Okay, she was joking. Joking was good too. He ran up the trail, then left it to climb down to her, which was every bit as challenging as he’d known it would be. It had begun to snow now. Covered in it by the time he reached her, he crouched in front of her, gently cupping her face to lift it to his. She was shaking like a leaf and breathing hard, halfway to hyperventilating, alternately clenching and unclenching balls of snow at her sides. She had a little cut over her eyebrow, which wasn’t so much a concern as the egg-sized bump behind it. “Okay, slow it down a little,” he said, taking slow, deep breaths of his own so that she could mimic him and hopefully not pass out.
But she only squinted at him, making him realize she’d lost her glasses. “I’m trying not to freak,” she panted. “There’s no fire.”
“No fire, baby, I promise.” He looked up above her, saw the rock exposed from this angle, and his stomach knotted. That’s what she’d hit her head on.
“I really, really want off this cliff.” She looked over his shoulder at the valley far below and went a little green. “Oh, God. Goddammit.”
“We’re going to get off in just a minute.” He probed at the cut over her eyes. “What’s your name?”
“Stupid city girl.”
He let out a low, relieved laugh and ran his hands down her trembling legs and arms.
“Effing pathetic.” She was completely out of breath. “I’m going to freak now, just so you know. After the fact.”
“Nothing wrong with a little panic now and again.”
“Says the man who knows.”
Yeah, he knew. When he got to her shoulder, she hissed out another breath. Dammit. “Squeeze my fingers.”
Shivering wildly now, she did.
“P-pretty impressive, you managing to c-cop a feel during a r-rescue.”
He pulled her into his lap and tugged her close, trying to give her his warmth. “If you didn’t want to be rescued, you could have stood up and met me at any point during my climb down.”