excitedly. Without waiting for a reply, Toby tracked down the slope where the trail wound downhill toward the lakeshore and a wooden boat dock. “Let’s go.”
“Not yet,” Jami gasped. “I want to enjoy this view.”
“What do you think?” Grant asked, studying Jami’s awed expression.
“I never realized Frost Lake was so beautiful. It’s breathtaking.”
Breathtaking was an appropriate word, Grant mused, admiring the graceful line of Jami’s throat and sweet curve of her jaw. Her satiny skin tempted him to reach out and touch her. He allowed his fingers to just skim her cheek as he tucked a blowing copper curl behind her ear. “Lovely,” he murmured as her misty rose lips curved into an appreciative smile.
“It is lovely,” she exclaimed turning glowing eyes upon him, then back to the alpine panorama. “Why didn’t you tell us about this remarkable view?”
“It’s better to show than tell,” he breathed into her ear, his voice throbbing with hidden meaning as he pulled her backwards against him. Her body yielded to snug her back to his chest, her curvy bottom to his pelvis. She fit perfectly, the scent teasing his nostrils as he rested his chin upon the silky hair at the top of her head.
The double-edged meaning of his words rippled through Jami as the contact of his hard powerful form awakened forbidden desires. Why did this man stir her? Why did he trigger such yearnings? She let herself relax against him, absorbing his strength and allowing herself to enjoy this brief moment of intimacy as they gazed together out over the valley and down on the shimmering lake below.
“There are so many things that I want to show you,” he crooned into her ear, a barrage of sparks tingling from her earlobe, along her jawline to the racing pulse in her throat.
“More spectacular views?” she teased, her voice husky and low as she turned in his arms to face him. Her gaze sought his, reading passion in those midnight blue depths before his head bent to blot out the sun and his mouth swooped down to capture hers.
The tang of mint, the heady sweetness of wine swirled Jami’s senses as his lips mastered hers. She gasped, and his tongue flicked between her parted lips to duel hers in a sensual tango that buckled her knees. She spun deeper and deeper into his kiss as if he absorbed her very soul.
Grant groaned, wrapping around Jami to press her so close she could barely breath. As if she cared about breathing, swept into his fierce embrace and lost in the magic of his kiss. Breathing meant she was earthbound, but this exquisite moment felt like heaven.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” Grant moaned against her mouth, then pulled back to study Jami.
Her exotic eyes glazed with passion, and he felt overwhelmed by an accompanying tenderness. She appeared as fragile and vulnerable as she was gutsy. He must have had a temporary lapse in sanity. Grant stared into her eyes, wondering what they’d started and where it could lead. Probably nowhere, he decided with a feeling of regret.
Chapter 6
Laughing and enjoying their truce, Grant and Jami strolled into the lodge with Toby at their heels. Thinking that the day had been more fun than he could remember, Grant smiled warmly at Jami as he gripped the cooler and fishing rods in his free hand. “We’ll leave this in the mud room with our fishing gear.” He grinned down at her son. “Toby, please put the tackle box by this stuff.”
“The hat, too,” Jami added with a soft chuckle, her face a peachy rose and her eyes sparkling as Toby reluctantly removed the old hat.
Now seconds ahead of mother and son, Grant stepped into the hall only to be tagged by Raven McGuire.
“There you are, Grant Carrington,” the wealthy young widow gushed, ignoring Jami and Toby emerging from the mudroom a few steps behind. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“Why?” Toby asked as Grant lazily drawled, “You were?”
Raven batted spider-lashed violet eyes at Grant. “I wanted to invite you to drive down into town with me.”
“Thanks, but I can’t,” he replied as Jami watched the exchange. “I have other obligations this evening.”
Raven’s talons clutched Grant’s strong wrist, her alabaster skin and scarlet nails in harsh contrast to his bronzed arm. “Join me. I promise we’ll have a good time.”
With mixed feelings, Jami realized that she was Grant’s other obligation and rolled her eyes. Grinning at her childish action, her son scooted between Grant and Raven. “Grant, can