Backwoods. Jill Sorenson
glance at Nathan, whose throat worked as he swallowed. He wasn’t immune to the lure of togetherness, either. He seemed to want to repair his relationship with Leo. Abby understood that desire; her life would be empty without Brooke.
“Say goodbye to your cell phones,” Brooke said. “They aren’t going to work in the backcountry, anyway.”
“What about emergencies?” Abby asked.
“I have one with GPS, just in case. But I’ll keep it turned off to save batteries.”
Nathan set his phone on the coffee table. “Fine.”
“I need my music,” Leo said.
“Don’t you have another player?”
“Not with me.”
Abby didn’t want to give up her phone, either. She was ten times as attached to it as her makeup case. Her cell phone was her crutch, her comfort, her only connection to civilization. The last time she’d left it behind, she’d become physically ill. Abby still wasn’t sure if she’d been seasick from kayaking or if crossing open water had triggered an anxiety attack.
“I’ll sing you songs by the campfire,” Brooke said, fluttering her lashes.
“Right,” Leo scoffed, but he couldn’t resist her flirty smile. Shaking his head, he placed his phone on the table.
Abby had no choice but to follow suit. Nathan was studying her with interest. Stomach churning, she surrendered her cell phone to Brooke. She felt like a police officer being divested of her badge and weapon.
“Okay,” Brooke said, clasping her hands together. “I want everyone to wear a hat and drink lots of water during the hike. It’s going to be hot out there. I know we’re all at different fitness levels so I’ll try not to go too fast. Don’t be afraid to ask for a break, Mom. Tomorrow will be more difficult if you overexert yourself today.”
Leo squinted as if her sunny enthusiasm hurt his eyes.
“Any questions?” Brooke asked.
“I have one,” Leo said. “How much coffee did you drink this morning?”
“None, smart-ass. I stay away from mood-altering substances.”
“You should try that,” Nathan said to Leo.
Although Leo and Brooke had been joking around, Nathan’s comment was dead serious. And it didn’t go over well.
“Fuck you,” Leo said, rising from the couch. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
Nathan rubbed a hand over his mouth, not responding to the provocation. He seemed perplexed by Leo’s attitude. Maybe it hadn’t occurred to Nathan that criticizing his son in front of Abby and Brooke would embarrass him.
Abby felt bad for both of them. Nathan obviously had no idea how to deal with Leo, and she couldn’t blame Leo for acting out. He was a troubled kid from a broken home. His father was a recovering alcoholic, his stepfather was a jerk and his mother had probably faked a sprained ankle to avoid conflict.
“Chill out, Leo,” Brooke said. “At least your dad is here, making an effort. Mine didn’t even bother to show up.”
Abby watched a mixture of emotions cross over Leo’s face. He didn’t want to spend time with Nathan. She suspected that he was being forced to by his mother. Otherwise, he’d leave. Brooke was the only highlight of the trip, but he didn’t have a chance with her because of their family connection.
At least, Abby hoped he didn’t have a chance. She assumed Brooke was too smart to get involved with her stepbrother.
Leo’s gaze moved from Brooke to Abby. “Excuse my language,” he mumbled.
“Don’t worry about it,” Abby said, standing.
“She says fuck all the time,” Brooke added.
Leo looked impressed. “She does?”
Abby glanced at Nathan, feeling her cheeks heat. His lips quirked with amusement. Again, she noted how handsome he was. She admired his concern for Leo, and she liked what she saw in his dark eyes.
“Oh sure,” Brooke lied. “It’s her favorite word. Right, Mom?”
“Right.”
Nathan studied Abby’s mouth for several seconds, his interest clear. She bit her tongue to keep from giggling, aware that Brooke and Leo were watching them. Brooke appeared pleased. Leo’s brow furrowed, as if he couldn’t fathom his father’s appeal to women even while witnessing him in action.
“Are we ready?” Abby asked.
They picked up their backpacks and headed out the door. The trailhead was only a short walk from the cabin. It was cool and overcast now, but the sky would clear and the clouds would give way to relentless sunshine soon enough. A fine mist coated her face, lending truth to Brooke’s claim that hiking and makeup didn’t mix. The Pacific Crest Trail, which ran from the Mexican border all the way to Canada, was marked with a triangle-shaped sign depicting a green pine tree and white mountains.
“Hang on,” Brooke said. “I want to take a picture.”
Abby, Leo and Nathan stood in front of the signpost while Brooke propped her cell phone on a nearby boulder. She set the timer and hurried to join them. Instead of posing by Abby, she put her arm around Leo.
After the red light flashed, Brooke retrieved her phone from the rock. Abby studied the photo, which had turned out okay even though Brooke was the only one smiling. They looked like a family. The dark forest in the background added a hint of intrigue, as if they were about to embark on a great adventure.
CHAPTER FOUR
NATHAN SPENT THE NEXT few hours enjoying the climb.
Brooke took the lead and insisted on a certain hiking order. She passed Leo the map, appointing him as navigator. Abby followed in third place and Nathan brought up the rear, which gave him a fantastic view of her ass. He wasn’t sure if Brooke had considered this benefit beforehand, but Nathan had no complaints.
He liked Abby. She cut to the chase and asked frank questions. He enjoyed watching her expressions as she spoke, and even when she was quiet. He liked the way she was put together, from her long legs to her freckled shoulders and everything in between.
He took a drink of cool water from his pack, trying to clear his head. This trip was about reconnecting with his son, not checking out Abby. Making progress with Leo might score him some points with her, but Nathan didn’t need the incentive. He cared too much about Leo to throw away this opportunity to make amends. His game with women was rusty anyway, and Leo had made it clear that he resented the intrusion. Leo didn’t want Nathan here, ingratiating himself with Abby and Brooke.
This was Leo’s territory.
Leo couldn’t have Brooke. He certainly wasn’t going to sit by while Nathan put the moves on her mother.
Fine. Nathan could control himself. He’d been celibate for most of the past three years, so he was no stranger to going without sex. Keeping his distance from Abby shouldn’t be difficult. Maybe she could give him some parenting advice. She’d hit a home run with Brooke.
Abby had been kind to Leo, as well. Nathan had noticed that, and he was glad Leo had been polite in return. Lydia had raised their son to respect women. Nathan couldn’t take any credit for that aspect of Leo’s upbringing, unless Nathan’s poor treatment of Lydia had encouraged Leo to be a better man.
As a father, Nathan had made a lot of mistakes. He’d been gone most of the time. The first few years had been tough. They’d traveled to many of his away games as a family, but Lydia had hated being on the road with a baby. By the time Leo was in elementary school, Nathan had become a top-ranked major league player. He was in high demand for endorsement deals and charity events. His relationship with Lydia had been solid. She didn’t