If I considered myself a quiet people watcher who struggled to find small talk in a room full of strangers, it was never more so than during that dinner at my patio table beneath the brilliancy of the starry night. There may have only been one stranger amidst the trio, but his presence was so overwhelming that it felt almost crowded.
Oscar Spears was a handsome, dark haired man with piercing dark eyes that I swore looked right into my soul. His six-foot, three-inch physique was lean and muscular beneath a form fitting tee shirt and denim jeans. When he stood next to me, I felt small and almost fragile. Even though I was petite and shorter than most of the people I encountered, it was a feeling that I wasn’t exactly comfortable with. Therefore, I kept my distance.
Kenzie was five-feet-seven, which was an easy four inches taller than me. Her bone and muscle structure made her appear much larger and bulkier than she was when we stood beside each other. Even so, I didn’t feel inferior to the woman like I did with Oscar.
We’d eaten most of our meal with the conversation flowing between my friend and the handsome veterinarian; their main topic being their work. Since I found it to be an interesting subject, I was content to sit and listen.
“We’re boring you with our shop talk,” Oscar finally said in a rich, deep vibrato.
“Not at all,” I said with a touch of nervousness.
I couldn’t explain what it was about this man that set me off balance. It wasn’t my style to allow men… any man… to do that to me. I liked men, true, but I wasn’t desperate to have one in my life like many of the women I’d met.
That was one of the things about Kenzie that I enjoyed. She didn’t display man craving tendencies. When we got together, we discussed interesting topics instead of the catty or needy conversations about men and female competition that I’d endured in so many female gatherings.
“Lisa is a typical writer,” Kenzie teasingly offered. “She’s a quiet people watcher.”
Oscar raised a brow.
“Is that so?” he said with a tone that showed that he was impressed. “What do you write?”
“Nothing epic,” I eagerly offered. “It’s mainly genre stuff.”
“Such as…,” he continued.
“I enjoy writing romance thrillers,” I replied.
“Paranormal romance thrillers,” Kenzie added.
Oscar grinned and studied me with a bit more care than I was comfortable with.
“Do you believe in the paranormal?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I believe in ghosts and such.”
He had a hint of sincerity in his voice as he asked, “Just ghosts?”
“She has some kind of psychic ability,” Kenzie offered. When I shot her a look of disapproval, she quickly added, “But, she doesn’t like to talk about it or use it.”
“Why not?” he asked with surprise.
The disappointment that I felt at his question was almost overwhelming. This man was the first man in three years that came anywhere close to being someone who I found attractive and interesting enough to grab my attention. I didn’t know if it was the way he’d asked it or simply the question, but instead of being relieved that he wouldn’t look at me as a freak, it saddened me. I was instantly reminded of Rob, who I’d allowed to exploit my psychic gifts for his own personal gain for far too many years. Without realizing it, Oscar had placed himself in that same category with those two simple words.
Whether it was my facial expression and body language or that my sudden mood change seemed to spread throughout the patio, I could see recognition that he’d said something wrong in Oscar.
He validated it when he worriedly apologized for upsetting me.
Before I could respond to his apology, Kenzie quickly interjected with more inappropriate divulging of my private business by saying, “Lisa’s ex-fiancé tried to turn her into a circus act.”
I had opened my mouth to say something, but not that. Snapping it shut, I shot my friend a look of warning that hit home.
Quickly interpreting the meaning of my stern look, Kenzie good naturedly said, “Maybe we should change the subject to something less personal.”
Oscar’s eyes remained stoic while his mouth formed a friendly smile.
Turning to Kenzie, he said, “So, then, let’s talk about why I’m here.”
Kenzie chuckled, “I thought it was for our fair company.”
“True,” he good naturedly replied, “but there’s also a motive behind my visit. Are you up for a challenge?”
With a look of surprised excitement, she replied, “It depends. Is it dangerous?”
“It can be,” he said with a grin. “I’ve been commissioned to tag a few wolves for part of a study of the wildlife in the Appalachian mountains. There’s a lot of ground to cover with time restrictions. I could use some help.”
“You want me to walk away from my practice to tag wildlife?” she asked with disbelief.
“Wolves, actually,” he corrected her. “To tag wolves.” After a brief silence, he added, “I don’t expect you to walk away. Just give me a few days of your help. When was the last time you took a vacation? Look at it as a vacation from the mundane of everyday vet work.”
“A vacation would be somewhere on the beach with a drink that sports a tiny umbrella in my hand,” she replied.
“Where’s your spirit of adventure?” he asked. Then, with sincerity, he added, “My guy who was supposed to help broke his leg. I’m in a bind here, Kenz.”
“Where?” she briskly asked.
“That’s just it,” he said. “I have to cover the Poconos and a piece of downstate New York. I thought I’d put you in the Poconos since my family has a cabin there and then I’ll take New York.”
“No tent?” she jokingly asked.
“The tent will go with me,” he smugly stated. “You, on the other hand, get to live in the lap of luxury.”
“I think I remember you mentioning that cabin, but I don’t recall you describing it as luxurious,” she said with humor. Then, with a bit more seriousness, she asked, “It’s pretty remote, isn’t it?”
He nodded as he said with an obvious sense of pride, “Very. It’s almost heaven, but still fairly close to civilization if you need it.”
“The best of both worlds,” I interjected.
Oscar and Kenzie looked at me as if they were just then remembering that I was in their company.
“Can I take Lisa with me?” she asked.
“What?” I blurted out. “I know nothing about tagging wolves.”
“It would be a nice place for you to find that quiet you’ve been craving,” Kenzie explained. “You might even get that book done. You can write during the day while I’m out tagging and then, in the evenings, we can enjoy the great outdoors with a glass of wine or something.”
I looked at Oscar and said in a low voice, “I could stand to get away for a while.”
He gave a broad, sincere smile and said, “Mi casa su casa.”
I briefly studied him while I tried to inconspicuously determine what it was about him that made my insides flutter, and not necessarily in a good way. I was getting an intuitive warning, but for the life of me, I couldn’t grasp the reason behind it. Oscar was a handsome, well-groomed, educated man who was clearly well liked by Kenzie and I trusted Kenzie.
Brushing the feeling off as simple remnants from my associating him with Rob, I smiled and said, “Thank you.”
“It’s settled, then,” Kenzie said as she refilled our wine glasses. “So, tell me about this job. When do we leave and how long do we have to complete it? I’ll need to notify my patients and figure out what to do in the case of an emergency.”
A sense of both relief and excitement swept through me as I quietly sipped my wine while listening to Kenzie and Oscar discuss the job and plan it out as best as they could. Getting away into the mountains was just the thing that I needed to clear my head and regain my sanity and, like Kenzie suggested, write my novel.
“There’s no bathroom,” I moaned with dismay as I stepped out onto the front porch after inspecting the inside of the cabin.“There’s an outhouse,” Kenzie offered as she climbed the small set of steps that separated the porch from the dirt patch where she’d parked the SUV. “There’s electricity and running water, though.”“The lap of luxury, eh?” I chided with a mixture of amusement and irritation.Kenzie gave me a look of chagrin, “I guess I neglected to ask about a bathroom. It’s a good lesson in never assuming.” Heaving a sigh, she added, “The weather’s lovely and we have that huge lake just up the road. It looked like a healthy body of water. We can bathe there and, like I said, there’s an outhouse.”“It’s fine,” I assured her. “I was just a little taken aback, that’s all.”“
“I want to thank you for having the foresight to get the place cleaned for us,” Kenzie said as she put the last of the perishables into the refrigerator and closed the door.“Yes,” I added, “I thought we’d be spending our first few hours getting it livable. It was a pleasant surprise to see it so neat and clean.”“I’d like to take the credit,” Oscar admitted as he sat down in one of the overstuffed chairs in the living room section of the great room and accepted the wine glass that Kenzie offered him, “but it wasn’t my doing. Noah uses this cabin a lot. He never knows when he’ll be able to come or if he’ll arrive in the day or the night so he has a cleaner from the nearby town come in biweekly to make sure it’s all up to snuff. The man hates dust.”“That explains why I didn’t need to prime the generator to get it going,”
The brothers had walked off into the woods to have their conversation. Since I hadn’t watched them leave, I had no idea of the direction they’d taken.“I need to use our trusty outhouse,” I said when my legs finally felt usable again. Heading out to the porch, I surveyed the clearing before asking, “Do you happen to know where it’s located.“I’m assuming it’s hidden behind the building,” Kenzie offered. “I didn’t see it when I was starting the generator, but I wasn’t looking for it. My guess is it’s back there.”“It’s a bit odd to hide an outhouse, isn’t it?” I asked with mild annoyance.“Do you really want a shithouse sitting in plain view of the cabin?” Kenzie asked with amusement. “Not to mention what happens when the wind kicks up.”“Egad,” I said with a roll of my eyes as I step
The male voices sounded distant as I slowly regained consciousness. It took my head a moment to clear enough for me to realize that I was being carried by one of them and he wasn’t being particularly cautious about jostling me about.Confused and uncertain of what to do, I kept my eyes closed while I focused on the words being passed back and forth between the two brothers.“I can’t believe you brought them here just before the full moon. What were you thinking?” snapped Noah.“I had no choice,” Oscar defensively said. “I’m on a time crunch. Kenzie’s the only one I could find to help at the last minute. When she asked to bring Lisa, what was I supposed to say… no psychics allowed?”“It’s bad enough that she’s psychic and could pick up on something, but she carries a touch of the bloodline,” Noah complained. “It’s faint, but I could smel
After directing Snow to settle in front of the fireplace at the far end of the great room and making sure that everyone was seated in a comfortable position in preparation for the talk, Noah was the first to break into conversation.Focusing his attention on Kenzie he said, “I’m aware that you and my brother go back some years.” When she nodded, he continued, “He thinks very highly of you which is why we’re trusting you with something that’s been held secret.”“Not just from you, Kenz. From everyone,” Oscar quickly interjected.“I see,” Kenzie said in a slow and thoughtful manner. “Is this a secret that I want to know or should even know?”“I’m not sure you’ll want to know it, but you definitely need to know it,” Oscar replied.Kenzie looked at me and said, “What about Lisa? I’m assuming she needs to hear this se
After raiding the outhouse that was in the opposite direction from the one I took when searching for it and placing the contents they’d removed from it in a hefty pile over the spot where I’d urinated, Oscar and Noah said their good-byes. Kenzie had been given last minute instructions and had audibly vowed to start out first thing with the intention of getting the job done in record time. Oscar vowed the same.That night, I slept very little. Every sound in the night made me jump. With the moon on the verge of being full, it was bright enough for me to see the cabin’s surroundings without the aid of a light. I periodically peered out of the window to search the tree line for a man who was really a werewolf come to steal me away.I was still awake when I heard Kenzie clambering about the kitchen in an effort to get going for the day. It was obvious that she wasn’t a morning person. I’d neglected to bring a robe
I relaxed on the porch and enjoyed the cabin’s natural surroundings for an easy hour after watching Kenzie adjust her backpack as she hiked off into the woods to begin tagging duty. She was right about the weather. I’d shed my sweater almost immediately upon returning from using the outhouse. Sitting on the porch while reveling in the sensation of the faint warm breeze that caressed my flesh and feeling the heat of the morning sun on my face as it climbed higher over the treetops was so fantastic that I’d actually forgotten about Oscar and Noah’s outrageous werewolf claims.I’d also forgotten about Snow.It wasn’t until I was floating on my back in the clear lake water and spotted him sitting on shore near my clothes that I remembered the wolf. He looked so majestic as he sat watching my every move that it was almost breathtaking. Seeing how proud and tall he held himself also made me feel more at ease a
With both of us lost in our own thoughts, the silence during Noah’s and my trip off the mountain was acute. With my mind tortured by what had happened to me, I paid little attention to the drive or the time that it took.When he pulled down a long, narrow drive that was lined by ancient and massive looking oak trees that mingled with balsom fir and white pine trees, I forced myself back to reality.Positioned in the middle of a clearing that was circled by a thick mass of the same species of trees that lined the drive, his cedar sided house looked lonely, but majestic. The lawn was well manicured, but void of any shrubs or flowers. Since he was a busy man, it didn’t surprise me that he’d kept the landscaping simple to care for.Having met him at his rustic cabin and noticing the weathered cedar siding on the house, I was surprised to see how technically advanced his furnishings were. Being a fan of antiques and old homes, the d&eacu