“Sure.”

He waved Jerry over and told him to drive Cat back to her hotel. Cat protested, but eventually allowed herself to be led away. The EMTs went back to their truck.

Charlie walked over to Tucker and glared at him. “You should know better. She was standing too close.”

Nevada shook her head. “Don’t yell at him. It was my fault. I got distracted.”

“Is that what you’re calling it?” he muttered.

Nevada glared at him. “Don’t start with me.”

“You were kissing her.”

He hadn’t meant to say it, but the words came out before he could stop them.

Charlie blinked at them both. “Excuse me.”

Nevada sighed. “It’s a long story.”

“I have time.” She looked from Nevada to him and back. “But I thought…”

“Me, too,” Tucker growled, not liking anything about this. In theory, the girl-on-girl thing was appealing. But not so much when one of the girls in question was his girl.

“Oh, really?” Charlie grinned. “How was it?”

“Different.”

“Different good or different bad?”

“Are you asking for yourself?” Nevada raised her eyebrows. “Cat’s entering her feminine stage.”

“She’s not my type and I’m not interested. Just curious.”

Will hurried over to them. “Boss, you gotta come see this. When they blew the side of the mountain, a whole bunch of caves were exposed. There’s gold in them. Statues and art and stuff. It looks old. Indian, maybe.”

“Mayan,” Nevada and Charlie said at the same time.

“The Máa-zib tribe,” Tucker said, wondering what had been unearthed and how much it was going to delay construction. Surprises like this were rarely good news for the contractor.

“Can you take her to the trailer?” he asked Charlie.

“Hell, no. I want to see it, too.”

“You heard them — I’m fine,” Nevada said, walking toward the crowd. “How is this discovery going to mess everything up?”

“We’ll have to find out. It depends on where it is and what will happen to it.” He studied the blast area and the people swarming over the side of the mountain. If any more earth gave way, they were all going to fall.

“We have to get the area roped off,” he told Will. “We’ll need security.” Not just for safety purposes, but if there really was gold… He swore. Nothing about this was going to be easy.

“It’s at the far end of what’s going to be the parking lot,” Nevada pointed out. “That’s good. Maybe the caves are past the property line. Then it wouldn’t be your problem.”

“I’m not feeling that lucky.”

He put his arm around her. “Still okay? No headache or bruises?”

“I got a little banged up hitting the ground,” she said. “Otherwise, I’m good.”

They reached the base of the hill. Before they could climb up, a car drove toward them. Tucker recognized it and the older woman climbing out.

“I received a call,” Mayor Marsha said as she approached. “We have ourselves a situation.” She glanced toward the crowd on the hillside. “They can’t stay there. The ground might not be stable.”

“I’ll get my men out.”

“Good. I’ve already called Chief Barns. She’ll post her people around the area until we can figure out what’s going on.” The mayor drew in a breath. “Is there really gold?”

“That’s what I’m hearing.”

“Because a giant vagina wasn’t enough,” the mayor mused.

“At least the gold will be a distraction,” he offered.

“If you do your job and make the vagina go away, we won’t need a distraction.”

“Oh, right. Good point.”



NEVADA LEFT WORK EARLY. Between the press, the police and interested people from town, the construction site was a busy mess. She would tackle what she had to in the morning. In the meantime she wanted a hot bath and some quiet time to process her new, complicated life.

While the tub filled, she kept having flashbacks to the last time she’d used it. That had been during her night with Tucker, the one that had curled her toes more than once. The man knew what he was doing, she thought as she climbed into the water. If the sex had been half that good ten years ago, she might have tried arm wrestling Cat for him. Not that winning would have made a difference. He’d been obsessed with the artistic beauty.

What a difference time makes, she thought, sinking into the hot water and smiling. Tucker had not taken Cat’s kiss very well. He’d been more upset than she was. An interesting turn of events, considering it was her first girl kiss. But now there was a Cat problem and she didn’t know what to do about it.

Turning her down went without saying, but how to do it? As much as the woman could infuriate her, she liked Cat and wanted them to stay friends. Tomorrow…she thought, stretching out in the water and letting the heat ease her bruised muscles.

When the water cooled, she got out and dressed. She was hungry and not in the mood to cook, which usually meant take-out. Before she could decide which restaurant, someone knocked on her door.

Nevada stared at the door, half-afraid to answer. She wasn’t ready to face Cat. Their conversation would require a certain level of delicacy and preparation.

The knock came again.

Slowly, cautiously, she crossed the living room and looked out the peephole.

“Thank goodness,” she said, pulling open the door.

Tucker leaned against the doorframe, looking handsome and capable. One corner of his mouth lifted. “Expecting someone else?”

“It crossed my mind.”

“Mine, too. I’ve come to claim my woman.”

It was a new century and she supposed she should object to the claim. Truthfully, though, hearing the words made her feel all gooey inside.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“I’m taking you home with me. Pack a bag. We have dinner reservations in half an hour. I’ve already picked out the wine.”

Wine sounded nice, as did spending the night with him.

“Give me five minutes.”



TUCKER’S SUITE at the hotel had a living room with a sofa and two chairs, with a big bedroom beyond. She dropped her bag onto the bed, then turned to face him.

“Feed me.”

He chuckled. “You never were one to play games.”

“Not my style.”

He took her hand and they went downstairs. Once in the restaurant, they were shown to a corner table. The wine was already open and poured, and menus sat to one side.

“Very well prepared,” she said, sliding in.

He settled across from her. “I can be smooth.”

“It’s nice to have proof.”

He leaned toward her. “How are you feeling?”

“Good. No headache. My back and butt are a little sore from the impact.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe I was so stupid and didn’t pay attention to where we were standing. I know better. Are you going to write me up?”

“Not this time. But if you do it again, you’ll be in big trouble.”

“I won’t.” Not that there were any more explosions planned. “So, what did I miss?”

“Your mayor scares the crap out of me,” he admitted.

“Don’t feel bad. You’re in good company. Mayor Marsha has a way of getting exactly what she wants.”

“Quickly, too. The blast area is already blocked off. There are plenty of police standing guard. Extra security people have been ordered and will be arriving in the morning. Some famous archaeological team has been contacted to deal with the find. They’re arriving tomorrow, too.”

She sipped her wine. The full-bodied taste rolled over her tongue. The man knew how to pick wine, she thought, remembering Tucker had other talents, as well.

“What does this mean for construction?” she asked.

“The mayor swears we’ll have our site fully back within two weeks. Even doubling that, a month isn’t bad. We can put off the parking lot and focus on the other end. One of the advantages of working on a hundred acres. The big question is going to be who owns the gold.”

“Did you get to see it?”

“A few pieces. There are carvings and statues, some jewelry. It’s a pretty big find. I don’t know anything about archaeology, but I’m pretty sure the people in khaki shorts are going to be happy.”

“The find will also be good for the town,” she said. “More tourists. We do love them and their dollars.”

“Sure. And here I thought life in a small town would be boring.”

“Never that.”

He studied her.

She sighed. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“I can’t help it. You were hurt on my watch.” He picked up his wine. “How’s Cat?”

“I haven’t talked to her.”

“Do you want to?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Jealous?”

“Not completely. Just…dealing. It was my first live girl kiss.”

“Mine, too.” She shrugged. “I’m going to have to talk to her. I don’t think she’s genuinely interested in me. I think this is about her art. But I also don’t want to hurt her feelings.” She picked up her wine, then put it down.

“Oh, God,” she murmured, mentally putting the pieces together. “We’ve all kissed each other. It’s practically a threesome.”

Tucker leaned back in the booth and laughed. The sound rolled over her, making her smile. Being around Tucker always made her feel better, she thought. Today she found the whole “safe and protected” thing pretty appealing, but it was more than that. She liked how he treated her as an equal and accepted her as part of his team.

She handed him a menu. “Brace yourself. I’m in the mood for steak.”

“Go for it. You’ve earned it.”

The server appeared a minute or so later and took their orders. When they were alone again, Tucker poured her more wine.

“Do you know anything about Máa-zib history?” he asked. “I never knew they worked with gold.”

“I didn’t either. Most of the stories around here are about how they were a matriarchal society who didn’t have much interest in men.” She smiled. “Except for the business of getting pregnant.”

“A romantic bunch, then.” He took a sip of his wine. “My mother was the one with the most Máa-zib blood. If she ever talked about what she knew, Dad’s forgotten and no one in his family ever told him stories. I asked him a few years ago and he couldn’t remember her ever saying anything.”

“You were young when she died.”

“I don’t remember her at all,” he admitted. “There are a few vague images, but I suspect they come from my dad telling me about her, rather than me having memories of my own.”

“That must be difficult.”

“It’s all I know. I can’t miss what I never had.”

Probably true, she thought, but sad. “If she hadn’t died, would you and she have traveled with your dad? Or would you have been raised in one place?”

“I don’t know. I never thought about it.” He reached across the table and touched her hand. “I could have grown up in a place like Fool’s Gold.”

“There are worse fates.”

“I like it here. More than I thought I would. There’s a sense of community. Mayor Marsha can be a little rabid.”

She grinned. “She’s protective.”

“I’m glad she doesn’t carry a gun.”

The feel of his fingers brushing hers ignited nerve endings all over her body. Later, she thought. While she was sure Tucker would agree if she suggested they move the party upstairs, she found herself wanting to wait. Not only for the sense of anticipation, but because this was nice. Spending time with Tucker — like a regular couple.

As soon as the ideas formed in her mind, she reminded herself there was danger in thinking like that. They worked together, which was its own complication, and he didn’t believe in love. Not that they were at the love stage. Or even close to it.

Still, this was a good time to remind herself that getting involved would be stupid.



JO LAY ON HER SIDE, her body heavy with satisfaction, her mind quiet for once. Will stretched out beside her, facing her, his hand on her hip, his expression intense.

“I could get addicted to you,” she murmured.

“Good.”

Not good, she thought. Far from good. Falling for a man — she knew the danger. Still, now that she’d given in, she couldn’t convince herself to back off. Being with him was easy. Right. Talk about scaring the crap out of her…

Jake, her cat, jumped onto the bed. Being a typical feline, he ignored her and walked over to Will to be petted.

“Damn cat,” Will muttered, scratching behind the cat’s ears.

“You always say that, but you’re very good to him.”

“He’s okay. For a cat.”

She smiled. “You’re a softie. So tough on the outside, but it’s just an act.”