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  Lucy snickered. “Thank you.”

  “That was not a compliment.”

  “My steel trap comes in handy on a regular basis. I don’t care what you say.”

  “If only you confined your freakish memories to things that aren’t embarrassing to me.”

  “What fun would that be? So do you think he likes you?”

  “I know he does.”

  “Likes you like a colleague or something more?”

  “Something more. Maybe. He told his mother about me, and she invited me to Sunday dinner at their house.”

  “He told his mother about you.”

  “That’s what I said.”

  “Cameron, oh my God!”

  “And he got me to try Vermont maple syrup.”

  “You hate maple syrup.”

  “Hated. Past tense. I love it now.”

  “The situation is worse than I feared. Do I need to get up there now before you completely lose your mind over the mountain man?”

  Cameron sat back in Will’s chair and watched him share a laugh with his sister. “It might be kind of fun to lose my mind over the mountain man. For a little while anyway.”

  “What happens when the job is done and you have to come home?”

  The question deflated Cameron like a balloon stuck with a needle. “I’m talking about some harmless fun. Nothing more than that. He wants to take me to Ben & Jerry’s.”

  “I bet you didn’t say no to that. Does he know about your Chunky Monkey addiction?”

  “Not yet, but I’m sure I won’t be able to hide it when we tour the factory.” Will broke away from the conversation with Ella and headed back toward the office. “I’ve got to go. He’s coming back.”

  “Have fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Lucy said in a rush of words.

  “Bye, Lucy.”

  Cameron hung up as Will came in.

  “Don’t let me interrupt,” he said.

  “I was done.”

  “About the Internet connection . . . I talked to Charlotte. She oversees all our systems.” He handed her a slip of paper. “Here’s a log-in and password to get you online. The system is wireless, so feel free to use my computer if you want. I don’t need to get online this morning. I have a couple of meetings outside the office.”

  “What kind of meetings?” Cameron was immediately mortified by the question. “I’m sorry. I have no right to ask that. I was just wondering if it was anything that might be of interest to your new web contractor.”

  “You know, it might be. I’m going up to see Colton to check on the sugaring and to see if he survived the snow. I also need to speak to Hannah about something. If you want to come along, you’re more than welcome to.”

  Cameron was fascinated by his cell phone–free life. In her world, you called people when you wanted to speak to them. In his world, you went to see them. “Are you sure it would be okay? I’d love to see the sugaring facility, but I wouldn’t want to intrude on your visit with your brother.”

  “It’d be fine. I need a few minutes to talk to Wade and Hunter about the website. We’ll do a quick conference call with my mom so she can cast the tiebreaking vote, and then we can go.”

  “Good luck,” she said, her stomach cramping with worry about the potential fallout.

  At the doorway, he propped his hand on the doorframe. “This isn’t the first time we’ve disagreed around here, and it won’t be the last. I don’t want you to worry about being in the middle of something unpleasant. Once the vote is taken, we all try to respect the outcome, even if it didn’t go our way. It’s the only way we can successfully work together and maintain family harmony.”

  “And that’s important? Maintaining family harmony?”

  “Sweetheart, that’s everything. That’s what it’s all about. I’ll be back in a few.”

  As he walked away, Cameron gave herself permission to start breathing again. She’d been called sweetheart before. Plenty of times. But never before had the word gone straight to her heart and settled in the way it did this time.

  CHAPTER 9

  That’ll put a quiver in your liver.

  —The gospel according to Elmer Stillman

  The ride around Butler Mountain was a winter wonderland of beautiful scenery so bright and shiny it almost hurt her eyes to look. “So what did everyone say when you voted against the site?”

  “I think Hunter saw right through me, but I played dumb. My dad seemed disappointed, but my mom will explain it all to him. Doesn’t matter now. It’s on, it’s happening and everyone will get behind it.”

  Cameron could only hope he was right, because she had no desire to be stuck in the middle of a big family drama.

  On the way out of town, Will pointed to a white Cape. “That’s my aunt’s house. My mother’s sister Hannah.”

  “Why do they have so many cars?”

  “She’s also the town clerk. Her office is in her house. She was voted Vermont’s Town Clerk of the Year last year. She’s very proud of that. She’s been doing it for like thirty years or something.”

  “Do you have cousins?”

  “A million of them. My mom is one of six. They’re all scattered around here, and most of them had at least four kids. My aunt Hannah has five kids.”

  Cameron marveled at how his big family was even bigger than she’d thought. “None of them were interested in the store?”

  “Nope. Only my mom showed an interest, which is how it ended up in our family. My mom’s brothers are cops or firefighters. Her other sister is a homemaker.”

  “Were you close to your cousins growing up?”

  “Extremely. We spent summers and holidays together. Lots of sleeping around from house to house. Other than my brothers, my cousins are some of my closest friends.”

  Cameron let out a sigh that was equal parts envy and amazement.

  “Do you have cousins?” he asked.

  “A few. I don’t really know them, though. They were all older than me. My dad has two brothers who he’s not really close to, and my mom was estranged from her family, so I don’t know them at all.”

  “I can’t imagine being estranged from my family.”

  “They didn’t like my dad,” Cameron said with a shrug. “And she married him anyway. I guess it caused a rift.”

  “You really grew up all alone, didn’t you?”

  She refused to allow in the melancholy when she was having an otherwise enjoyable day. “I had the Huxtables,” she said, aiming for a light tone that fell somewhat short of her goal. “That glare is tough,” she said as her eyes watered behind her sunglasses. She wasn’t sure it was entirely because of the glare.

  “You get used to it.”

  “It’s so pretty after the snow.”

  “It will be for a day or so and then the snow starts to get dirty and gross, and it’s not so pretty anymore.”

  “Is winter your favorite season?”

  “I like them all for different reasons. Winter is fun because I’m addicted to snowboarding and skiing. I also love to take out the snowmobile and go ice fishing.”

  “Ice fishing. Seriously?”

  He grinned at her. “Doesn’t sound appealing?”

  “Not even kinda.”

  “It’s a lot of fun. Very relaxing.”

  “I’ll have to take your word on that. So the snowboarding . . . You’re pretty good at that, huh?”

  “You saw the trophies.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “I was good at it until I wiped out and tore up my knee. That was the end of that.”

  Cameron could hear the hint of bitterness in his tone that told of a bigger story. She wasn’t sure if she had the right to ask.

  “Sorry,” he said with a sigh. “I didn’t mean to say it like that. I had sponsors and a nice little career going. One big crash, and it was all over.”

  “I’m sorry that happened to you. It must’ve been so disappointing.”

  “Crushing. I loved it. But, hey, what
can you do? Shit happens, right? My grandpa says, ‘One day you’re drinkin’ wine, and the next day you’re pickin’ grapes.’”

  “He sounds adorable. I can’t wait to meet him.”

  “He’ll like you. He respects people who make their own way in the world.”

  “That’s nice of you to say.”

  “I respect it, too. It would’ve been so much easier for you to rely on your father’s money. Instead you struck out on your own and made a go of it. That’s admirable.”

  “Or crazy. Depends on your perspective. I’m sure even my friends think I’m nuts for not taking the easier path.”

  “You wouldn’t have been satisfied by the easier path, and you wouldn’t have wanted him to have a say in how you run your business.”

  “No,” she said softly, startled by his insight. “I wouldn’t have wanted that at all.” They drove past an Airmail box that sat at the top of a twenty-foot pole. “Is that for real?” Cameron asked with a laugh.

  “Nah. Someone’s idea of a joke.”

  “What goes on there?” she asked as they passed a sign for a ranger station.

  “Lots of search and rescue stuff when people get lost in the snow or on the mountain trails. Happens more often than you might think around here.”

  Cameron shivered just thinking about it. “I can’t imagine being lost in the woods in the snow.”

  “My brothers and I are all trained in search and rescue. We go out a couple times each season to find wayward tourists. We haven’t lost one yet. So stick with me, kid. I’ll keep you safe.”

  Cameron found herself at a complete loss for words as she contemplated the possible double meaning behind his words.

  As he took a left onto a road that headed uphill, the truck’s four-wheel drive kicked in. “This is where it gets interesting. Hopefully Colton plowed this morning or we might not be able to get to him.”

  Cameron, who was still having images of being lost in the snowy woods, felt her ears pop as they continued up the hill. She tried not to look at the drop-off to her right, which was bordered by a metal guardrail that didn’t look like it would be any match for Will’s big truck.

  “Don’t look,” he said, tuning into her thoughts once again as the truck did a little fishtail on an icy patch.

  A squeal of distress escaped from her tightly clamped jaw.

  He reached over for her hand. “No worries. I wouldn’t take you up here if it wasn’t perfectly safe.”

  Since she had no choice but to take his word for it, she held on tightly to his hand. He’d proven his one-handed driving abilities the night before, so she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

  “He lives out here all by himself?” Cameron asked, hoping to direct her mind away from the fear of plunging off the mountain road and the incredibly arousing feel of his work-roughened hand curled around hers.

  “Yep. If you think my life is primitive, wait ’til you get a load of his. No electricity or running water.”

  “How in the world does he live without those things?”

  “Quite nicely. He loves it. He’s always been a bit of a loner, so it suits him. He comes to dinner on Sunday to see everyone and do his laundry at my mom’s. It works for him.”

  “Doesn’t he get lonely up here all by himself?”

  “Not that he ever says. You should ask him.”

  “Wouldn’t that be a nosy question from someone he just met?”

  “He’s an open book. He wouldn’t care if you asked him.” He squeezed her hand as they took a sharp curve onto a stretch of road that seemed to go straight up to the sky. “Hang on. Here’s the dicey part.”

  Cameron wasn’t at all pleased to hear that it could get even dicier than it already was. She clung to his hand as well as the door handle and had to force herself to keep her eyes open when she wanted to squeeze them tightly shut. The farther up they went, the snowier and icier it got and the more her ears popped.

  “Are you breathing over there?”

  “Just enough to stay alive.”

  That made him laugh.

  “Don’t laugh! Concentrate!”

  “I am concentrating,” he said with a chuckle that irritated her. “This is nothing. I’ve seen it much icier than this.”

  “Great. Happy for you. Now stop talking and drive.” As much as she loved holding his hand, she tried to withdraw hers from his grip. “Maybe you should take back your extra hand.”

  He held on tighter. “I can do it with one. Take a look at the stream over there. The ice is really cool.”

  Since looking “over there” meant checking out where they would land if they went off the road, she didn’t look.

  “You’re not looking.”

  “I’ve seen ice before.”

  “Not like this. Go ahead and look. I promise you won’t end up down there.”

  Clinging to his promise and his hand, she ventured a glance down at the rushing water and had to admit it was an amazing sight. Chunky ice islands filled the stream and made her long for her camera, which was in her bag. Retrieving it, however, would require her to let go of him and the door, and that wasn’t happening. “I’d love a picture of that.”

  “We can stop on the way back down.”

  The reminder that they had to come back down didn’t do much for her nerves. She had visions of the out-of-control sled scene in Christmas Vacation.

  “Have you ever seen Christmas Vacation?” she asked.

  “I don’t know. Who’s in it?”

  How did he not know that? “Chevy Chase.”

  “Oh yeah, I saw that. Years ago.”

  “You know that scene where he greases up the sled and flies down the hill?”

  Laughing, Will said, “That’s not going to be us on the way back down. Four-wheel drive, baby.”

  “How much farther is it?”

  “Another mile.”

  She’d have a nervous breakdown well before then. “I should’ve stayed in the office where it’s safe.”

  “And miss all this fun?”

  “Your idea of fun and mine are obviously very different.”

  “Tell me about your idea of fun.”

  What to say, what to say . . . She couldn’t exactly tell him that getting down and dirty with a mountain man sounded kinda fun at the moment. That thought nearly made her giggle, so she forced her thoughts toward more pedestrian activities. “I like to work out and go to the theater. I meet up with my friends and go dancing and clubbing. That can be fun, unless they’re super crowded. I don’t like crowds.”

  “Ah! Finally something we have in common. What else?”

  “I like to go shopping.”

  “Somehow I suspected that.”

  “The suede boots were probably a giveaway.”

  “Theater, huh?”

  “I love the theater. Have you ever been to a professional production?”

  “Can’t say that I have.”

  “I should take you sometime. You’d love it.”

  “Um, I doubt that, but if you want to take me, I wouldn’t say no.”

  “You wouldn’t? Really?”

  “You’re stepping outside your comfort zone in the great white north. It’s only fair that I return the favor at some point.”

  “Have you ever been to New York City?”

  “Nope.”

  “Oh my God! You have to come! I’d show you all my favorite places and take you to the top of the Empire State Building and everything.”

  “I’ve never had any desire to see New York until recently.”

  She smiled at the implication behind his sweet words. She was still smiling when he finally reached the top of what seemed like an endless hill and pulled the truck to a stop outside an A-frame house. Smoke curled appealingly from the chimney as Will tooted the horn to let his brother know he had company.

  Cameron reluctantly released his hand so they could get out of the truck. She hoped he’d hold her hand on the way back down, too. The combined scent
s of cold air, pine and woodsmoke greeted her. She couldn’t believe how much colder it was up here than it had been in town and was doubly grateful for the warmer coat Will had given her.

  Behind the house was another wooden structure with a sign that read ABBOTT FAMILY SUGARHOUSE to the right of the door. The biggest woodpile Cameron had ever seen sat next to the sugarhouse. Behind the buildings, the incline stretched upward into a forest as far as she could see. Snaking through the trees was an intricate maze of pipes and tubes and other equipment.

  With her curiosity sparked, she followed Will into the sugarhouse where they found Colton sitting at a desk with two yellow labs at his feet. A wood stove heated a cramped space that included shelves full of maple syrup, maple candy and other products for sale along with bins and barrels and other equipment.

  Did people actually come all the way up here to buy syrup they could get at any roadside store in the state? That was one of many questions that filled her mind as she took in the rustic setting.

  “What brings you up here?” Colton asked his brother. His coloring was similar to Will’s, but his hair was much longer and he wore a thick beard that reminded her of Mr. Edwards from Little House on the Prairie.

  “Checking on you and the sugaring. And I wanted you to meet Cameron Murphy, who is here from New York to build a website for the store. Cameron, my brother Colton and his dogs, Sarah and Elmer, named for our grandparents.”

  They looked just like his dogs and his dad’s and they got up to greet Will with kisses. He squatted to give them as much attention as he gave his own dogs.

  Colton stood and extended a hand. “You’re the girl who hit Fred, right?”

  Cameron shook his hand. “How in the heck did you hear about that all the way up here?”

  “I have my sources,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes, which were the same golden-brown shade as Will’s. He was big and rugged and muscular, or at least she thought he was. The bulky coat and coveralls he wore made it hard to be certain. While he had a certain appeal to him, she quickly decided he was no match for his stunningly sexy older brother, at least to her. “Heard you got the worst end of it.”