Second Chance Pass. Робин Карр

      The next morning Cameron was invited to breakfast with Vanni and the general, then out for a ride. It was a weekday and Tommy had school so the general was needed to baby-sit. Vanni took him out alone, just the two of them. Vanni rode Tommy’s horse, a gelding named Chico who was pretty frisky, while she put Cameron on their gentlest mare, Plenty, short for Plenty of Trouble. There were four horses in the stable, all of them good riding mounts with the general’s stallion, Liberty, being the most difficult to manage. As promised, she had a rifle strapped to her saddle.

      “You ride, shoot, have babies at home—I thought you grew up in the city?”

      “When you grow up with the general, you learn lots of interesting things. And my mom was a farm girl.”

      “When did you lose your mom?” he asked.

      “A few years ago. She was a real amazing, strong, beautiful woman. She did so many things—besides riding and hunting with my dad, she was also a licensed pilot and followed Dad all over the world. When both my brother and I were born, Dad was off in one conflict or another. For some of the most important times in our family, he was missing—and she never once complained or ragged on him. She admired him, respected the work he did—they were true partners. She was the strongest woman I’ve ever known.” She took a breath. “She was killed in a traffic accident in D.C. Such a waste, such a loss.”

      “I’m sorry,” Cameron said. “You take after her, don’t you?”

      “I hope I do. That would be the highest compliment you could give me.”

      They rode along the river for a while, enjoying the crisp air, the spring foliage. Ponderosa, fir and pine spattered with sequoia rose high above them, covering the foothills. “You’re doing pretty well,” she observed.

      “If this old girl doesn’t make any fast moves, I can hang in there.”

      The river trail opened up into a field and Vanni stopped. “Look,” she whispered. On the other side of the field was a small herd of deer, two bucks, several doe and their babies. “It’s not even the best time of day to see them.” A gentle breeze caressed her; she removed her hat and lifted her hair off her neck to take advantage of the cooling. “What’s not to love about this place, huh?”

      “Fantastic,” he agreed. “Can we take a break? Get off and walk around?”

      “Sure,” she said, dismounting. She led Chico toward the river edge and he lowered his head to drink. Cameron did the same with Plenty.

      Vanni gazed off at the deer. She could feel Cameron move up behind her; the warmth of his body was right there, though he didn’t touch her. Then one hand caressed her upper arm while the other pulled her hair away from her ear.

      “This is the first time I’ve ever driven two hundred miles to see a woman I’ve barely met, Vanessa,” he whispered.

      Vanni bit on her lower lip. She’d been sleepless last night, thinking. She knew Cameron was interested in her, but that wasn’t enough. Her mind was on Paul.

      She turned around. “I’m very vulnerable, Cameron,” she said by way of warning.

      “I know. I’ll treat you carefully.”

      “You’re going to have to treat me patiently,” she said. “I’m not prepared to be any more than friends right now.”

      He laughed and shook his head. “I’d sure like to see where this could go.”

      “Friends,” she said. “Or nothing at all.”

      He cocked his head and smiled. “Do friends kiss? Just to see if there’s…chemistry?”

      She shook her head. “They do not. Not yet.”

      “Yet is a much more encouraging response than nothing at all. I guess friends kiss when they’ve gotten to know each other and there’s trust. Do I have that right?”

      She sighed deeply. If not for Paul, she might be attracted to Cameron. He was handsome, sexy, sweet. “It’s too soon. My mother-in-law jumped the gun, introducing us and—”

      “Nah, it’s not Carol’s fault. I’m jumping the gun because…” He shrugged. “Because you’re beautiful and fun. So shoot me.”

      She smiled at him. “I don’t think your life is in danger for calling me beautiful and fun. That’s very nice. But I’m not getting involved with you right now.”

      “You said we’d be friends,” he argued. And he reached out to stroke her hair.

      “Behave like a friend, Cameron. Like a Boy Scout.”

      He laughed at her. “You’re asking way too much. I’ll behave, but let’s keep this in perspective. I’m a man. You’re a damn sexy woman.”

      “Do I have to worry you won’t mind your manners?” she asked, lifting a brow.

      “Absolutely not,” he promised. “You’re in charge.”

      “Then no touching until…No touching.”

      He put his hands in his pockets. “Whatever you want, Vanessa. I’m just going to—”

      At that very moment, Plenty whinnied, backed away from the stream and bolted.

      “Shoot!” Vanni said. “That little troublemaker.” She pushed Cameron away, grabbed the reins of the gelding, leaped into the saddle and said, “I’ll be back.” She directed her horse after Plenty. “Don’t go away,” she yelled, laughing, as if he could go anywhere, stranded as he was. She whipped at Chico’s rear flank with the end of the rein.

      Vanni took off at a gallop and burst into a dead run, leaning low in the saddle and urging the horse with her heels, going after the mare. The deer lifted their heads and headed for the trees while Plenty ran across the meadow, clearly enjoying her freedom. But Plenty was no match for Chico, who was the second fastest horse in their stable. On the other side of the meadow, Vanni caught up with her, leaned out of her saddle to grab a trailing rein, pulled back on the runaway and slowed her down.

      She trotted back toward Cameron, delivering his horse, laughing in spite of herself. “I forgot to mention, she’s a runner. She sneaks off.”

      “That was no sneak. That was bold-faced.”

      “Yeah,” she laughed. “You gotta love a woman with nerve.”