cheek. “Sleep well, Tam.”
Then he was gone. Tam put her hand to her cheek and regretted that when she removed her make-up she’d have to wash away the kiss.
Chapter Six
Despite the long soak, Tam tossed and turned. Memories of other nights disturbed her rest. Con had often worked late, and she’d gone to bed tired, but missing him. When he would finally come in, moving carefully so as not to wake her, her heart had filled with emotion. Wanting the moment to last, she feigned sleep, watching through her lashes as he stripped to his boxers. Moonlight limned his shoulders and broad chest, silvering the arrow of hair that whorled downward. A familiar tightening in her breasts and low in her belly kept her gaze focused on his male beauty. There in the dark, admitting how much she wanted him was easy. She’d never been able to say the words. Finally he’d come to bed, easing his arm around her, his spice-and-citrus scent as much comfort as his sheltering heat.
Now that same spicy citrus aroma curled under the door into her room, keeping her aroused, awake, and aware that sexual bliss rested a few steps away. Only her love for Susannah kept Tam from yielding to temptation.
She remained tense all through breakfast. Tam toyed with her food unable to find any interest in the coddled eggs, ham, or fresh fruit. By the end of the meal she truly did have a headache that stuck with her through the two morning seminars and back into the suite when she retrieved her coat and sturdy shoes for the tramway tour. Con had taken his windbreaker with him before breakfast, so she had a few moments alone. She used the time to find and swallow some ibuprofen. When she joined Buddswell’s group at the tramway terminal, the headache was gone.
“Ah, Tam, I was beginning to worry that you wouldn’t join our little party.” Sheer enjoyment and Mike’s killer smile lit his eyes.
“Oh no.” She wrapped a long narrow scarf around her neck, then pulled on a knit cap and gloves. She glanced around, not seeing Con. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Nearby, some of the other conference attendees huddled inside their suit coats and sweaters. Obviously they hadn’t read or believed the brochure in the pre-conference packet that explained how cold Montana could be in mid-April.
“I see you came prepared.” Mike reached for her gloved hand, pulling her in his direction. “It may be April, but in the Montana mountains that doesn’t guarantee warmth.”
Con stepped up on her other side. That grim smile had returned, baring his teeth and failing to meet his eyes.
“The mountains in Arizona can be just as fickle.” She retrieved her hand from Mike’s grasp only to find Con held her elbow. Consternation balled in her stomach. When she was with the two men she felt like a piece of taffy, pulled in every direction and stretched thin.
“Really?” Buddswell spared a glance for Con before blasting Tam with that stadium lights grin. “I’ll make a point of visiting. Perhaps you’ll be kind enough to be my guide.”
“Given how hard Tamsin must work. I doubt she’d have time to play tour guide.”
Tam frowned at Con. He was interfering again. This had to stop. For the moment she ignored him and addressed Mike. “We can discuss the options over lunch if you like.”
“That would please me very much. Here comes our tram car.” The generator powered, pulley operated car came to a halt in front of them and the doors slid open. “Watch your step.”
Con assisted Tam into the car, drawing her with him to the rear of the vehicle. “This end will provide the best view of the valley as we ascend.”
“Thank you, but I prefer to watch the approach to the mountain.” Upset with his interference, Tam turned to thread her way through the crowd to the opposite end. A few seconds later Con stood beside her once more.
Behind them, a resort employee began a spiel describing the features of the tramway, the scenery, trails, outlooks,
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