Falling for the Forest Ranger. Leigh Bale
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over to the truck door, desperate to make an escape. Trying to keep from staring at the woman’s full mouth and confused frown.
“You ever see some salmon?” the boy persisted.
“Jonah, quit with all the questions.” The mother spoke the reprimand softly, but a warning glint filled her eyes.
“Yeah, I’ve seen a few salmon in my day.” Tanner jerked open the door to his truck, trying to ignore the pretty pink flush of color highlighting the woman’s cheeks. He didn’t want to make small talk with them. He had to leave. Had to get out of here now.
“Mom’s gonna take me fishing for trout,” Jonah persisted.
“Good for you.” He stepped up into the driver’s seat but couldn’t slam the door. The kid was in the way.
“Come on, Jonah.” The woman pulled her son back, then glanced at Tanner. “Be sure to let me know if you change your mind about the repairs.”
Tanner shook his head. “Thanks, but I won’t be calling you.”
Not ever. The last thing he wanted in his life was another woman, even if her cute little son had accidentally bashed a couple of scratches into the side of his truck. After what his former fiancée had done to him two years earlier, Tanner wouldn’t take the chance of falling for another woman ever again. It hurt too much.
He paused, tossing a quick glimpse at Jonah. “You stay back with your mom, now. I don’t want to run over you when I back out.”
Taking the cue, Zoë gripped the little guy’s hand, tugging him out of the way. Satisfied that the boy was safe, Tanner slid the key into the ignition and started the engine. He paused just a moment, giving Zoë time to retrieve her potatoes and the wayward cart. Watching her struggle between holding onto her son’s hand and maneuvering the weight of the heavy cart, Tanner almost hopped out to help her.
Almost.
He resisted the urge, giving her time to move aside so he could drive away. He didn’t like being rude but figured it was for the best. He just couldn’t reciprocate her pleasant mood.
A twinge of regret tightened in his gut when he saw that she’d replaced her apologetic smile with a glare of disapproval. Under the circumstances, she’d tried to be as nice as possible. From what the kid had said, she wasn’t married, and a boy like Jonah was bound to be a handful for a woman on her own.
But what had happened to Jonah’s father?
Tanner couldn’t help wondering. According to Jonah, the man had died. Tanner reminded himself that it wasn’t his business.
He didn’t like being so curt. But being friendly would only lead to him looking at that scrap of paper she’d given him. Then he’d be tempted to call her. And he wouldn’t. Couldn’t.
Checking his rearview mirror, he saw that she was still standing there, holding her purse and Jonah’s hand, watching Tanner pull out of the parking lot. As he turned the corner and drove away, he forced himself not to look back again.
When he reached the first stoplight, he blew out a harsh breath, his pulse settling back to a normal beat.
He still remembered the color of her eyes. Electric blue, with a subtle midnight ring around each iris. Yeah, he’d noticed, in spite of her little boy’s constant chatter and his desire not to like either of them. But noticing that a woman was attractive didn’t mean he had to act on it.
As he navigated through traffic and headed toward his lonely apartment on the south side of town, he tossed the crumpled piece of paper she’d given him on the floor. He’d throw it away when he got home. Holding it served as a reminder of how lonely he was.
That couldn’t be helped. Better to be lonely than to lose someone else he loved. First his parents, then his grandparents, then his fiancée. He’d been alone most of his life. He liked his solitude and doing what he wanted.
Sometimes.
Tanner shook his head, trying to clear the painful memories surging through his mind. Cheryl telling him she loved him. Hugging him tight. Smiling so sweetly. And then, when she’d broken off their engagement, her sneer of contempt. She’d claimed she’d never loved him or his line of work. Not really. She’d only tolerated all their trips into the mountains. All the fishing excursions and hikes. Waiting until someone better came along.
That someone had been Tanner’s best childhood friend.
Ex-best friend now. The hurt of Cheryl’s betrayal sank deep into Tanner’s heart, like a barbed fishhook. And every time he thought about them, it ripped his heart anew.
Tanner flipped on the turning signal and heaved a giant sigh. It was better to remain a bachelor and throw himself into his work instead. Much more rewarding and something he had control over. Being alone suited him just fine. Then he’d have no one to insist he do things her way. No one to destroy his relationship with his best friend.
No one to love.
Bah! He didn’t need love to feel complete or to lead a full, happy life. He’d finally begun to make peace with his past. He’d focused on building his career, which had paid off. He’d recently been promoted as the Fisheries and Wildlife staff officer over the Steelhead National Forest. It kept him plenty busy. In fact, his career was his life.
No, Tanner didn’t have the time or the desire to complicate his solitary existence with another superficial romance. Especially with someone like Zoë. The widow came packing baggage. A cute, precocious little troublemaker named Jonah.
As Tanner pulled into his driveway and killed the motor, he realized he had everything he needed. A good education, a comfortable place to live, a challenging career and a few coworkers to hang out with once in a while.
Stepping out of the truck, he glanced back at the wad of paper lying on top of the floor mat. Against his better judgment, he reached inside, picked it up...and tucked it inside his pants pocket.
Chapter Two
No, it couldn’t be. It just couldn’t.
Tanner Bohlman stared across the conference room in the Steelhead National Forest supervisor’s office, unable to believe his eyes. Striding through the door wearing a violet-colored skirt and matching jacket was the woman from the parking lot.
The very same.
It’d been a week since her son had creamed his new truck with a shopping cart. Even with her now wearing makeup and a business suit, he couldn’t mistake the apologetic mother who’d offered to pay for repairs to his truck. Zoë was her name. As much as he’d tried, he couldn’t seem to forget it.
Instead of flat and tired-looking, as it’d been that day in the parking lot, her short blond hair had been given a sassy style, spiked slightly in the back with gel. Her pretty mouth shimmered with pink lipstick, her blue eyes accented with a subtle hint of mascara, liner and shadow. Her pale skin showed a healthy glow, her high cheekbones dusted with a hint of blush.
Gary Drummond, the watershed specialist sitting next to Tanner, whistled low beneath his breath. “That’s the new marine biologist? I think I’m gonna like her.”
“Yeah, me, too,” agreed Ron Parker, one of Tanner’s fishery biologists.
Both men were married, but you didn’t have to be single to appreciate an attractive woman. Tanner admitted silently to himself they were both right. What a looker!
As she shook the forest supervisor’s hand and smiled, Tanner remembered the color of her eyes. A vivid shade of blue.
Tanner tried to imagine this feminine woman dressed in hip waders, toddling out into the middle of a stream to take water samples. How could she be the new marine biologist? Where did she think the fish lived? In a high-rise office building?
Not likely.
Right now, Tanner was afraid to breathe too deeply