Gritting his teeth, he said, “The difference is, I didn’t go hunting down a bunch of kids to sponsor. Kevin found us. He just showed up and wouldn’t leave. Besides, he stopped being a kid a long time ago. He’s been on his own since he was fifteen and—”
“And you gave him a chance to be what he wanted to be,” Daisy said, laying one hand on his forearm. “I’m just saying it would be nice if other kids had the same opportunity.”
Reluctantly, Jericho pulled free of her touch and said abruptly, “Maybe you should stop worrying about other people and give a thought or two to passing your own test.”
That kept her quiet for a while, but in the silence, Jericho’s mind raced with the thoughts and ideas she’d planted there. Damn it.
Six
Daisy was exhausted and every bone and muscle in her body ached like a bad tooth, but beneath the misery was a sense of accomplishment. She’d done it. So far she’d passed his silly tests and was well on her way to earning herself a place at his lodge. He wouldn’t be able to send her away now and she was that much closer to having the time to seduce him, make a child and have a family.
Over the past couple of days, she’d gotten to know Jericho King better than she would have by dating him for a month. Even though he resisted conversation, she’d been able to pry words out of him. And she’d had the opportunity to watch him. To study him. There was a sense of quiet confidence about him that was very attractive, and she had to admit that his stoic standoffishness only added to it.
There was a closeness between them now that under normal circumstances would never have happened so quickly. They’d worked together to make camp, to eat, to live. They’d slept curled up together…well, she thought, they had as soon as she’d moved over to him for warmth and stayed to snuggle. They’d talked more than most couples did in a week and they’d each learned something about the other, she told herself. He had learned that she wasn’t going to quit and go away.
And she had learned that he was unlike any other man she’d ever known. He seemed so solitary. So comfortable with his aloneness that Daisy was drawn closer and closer in an attempt to breach the walls he’d erected around himself so completely.
“These plants are edible,” he was saying, “if you dig them up and pound the root. Won’t be tasty, but it would keep you alive.”
She nodded as if she were making mental notes, but she didn’t care about edible roots. After all, she wouldn’t be wandering the forest foraging for food. Once her test was finished, she’d be at the lodge and wouldn’t step into the woods again without an experienced guide.
So instead, she watched the man. Jericho moved through the trees with a confidence born of self-reliance. He was a complex man. He hadn’t wanted her here and hadn’t made that a secret. But earlier, when he could have stood back and watched her struggle to climb the stupid wall—watched her fail—he hadn’t. Instead, he’d planted one big hand under her behind and boosted her up enough that Daisy was able to scramble to the top and then drop over the other side, victorious.
She knew she never would have been able to make that climb under her own steam. Hard to admit, but she simply didn’t have the upper-body strength to accomplish the task.
“Your best bet, if you’re lost in the woods, is to stay put,” Jericho told her, glancing over his shoulder at her to make sure she was paying attention.
“Hug a tree. Right.”
He shook his head and sighed. “But you wouldn’t stay in one place, would you?”
“Probably not,” she agreed cheerfully.
“Fine, so at least figure a way to mark your trail, so those looking for you can find you.”
“Good idea.” She gave him a wide smile and nodded as he showed her how to snap the ends of branches, or lay out rocks in an arrow pattern or— Oh, she thought, let’s face it. If she was lost up here, she’d probably die. So she just wouldn’t get lost.
“Wouldn’t it be easier if I never left the lodge?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said, straightening up to look down at her. “But you will. It’s in your nature. At least tell someone where you’re going when you do.”
“I can do that.” She smiled again. “You realize that you just admitted that I’m staying on?”
“I’m considering it. You passed that test,” he grudgingly admitted. “Though you still have to make the campfire yourself tonight and cook dinner you didn’t bring with you, not to mention making it back to the lodge alive.”
“I will.”
He ignored that. “We’ll find dinner, then the responsibility’s on you.”
“I can do it,” she said firmly. “You’ll see.”
He shook his head and sighed a little.
“So,” she asked, “what’s next, boss?”
“We’re headed home. We’ll camp by the river again tonight on our way back.”
“Let’s go, Nikki,” she called out and the little dog raced back to her, ears flapping, tiny feet flying across the pine needle–littered forest floor. Nikki paused in passing Jericho long enough to snarl at him, then leaped into Daisy’s waiting arms.
He muttered something she thought it was just as well she hadn’t quite heard. Then she asked, “So why did you help me? You could have let me fail, but you didn’t.”
He shrugged. “You would have made it. Eventually.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” she admitted, though it cost her. “I was beat and just hanging by my fingertips when you gave me that boost. So why?”
He stopped, looked back at her and with his features set in an unreadable mask, said simply, “I respect guts. And you’ve got ’em.”
When he turned around to continue leading the way to the river, Daisy inhaled sharply and felt a swell of pride rise up and burst inside her. It was a compliment casually given from a man who wasn’t used to giving them at all. She couldn’t have felt more proud and satisfied if he’d handed her a medal.
“You’re going to kill the bunny?”
Jericho heard the outraged tremor in Daisy’s voice and knew that he wouldn’t be eating rabbit stew for supper. He’d set the snare early that morning when they broke camp, knowing they’d be camping here again tonight. And he’d been pleased to find a nice fat rabbit waiting to be dinner. He should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.