grinned. âWe all have our pretensions.â
âWhat the hell does that mean?â
âSurely you have met people who pretend they are something they are not? The put on a show, and the show is their life. Iâll use Allen as an example. He pretends to be a loving, devoted son. But the truth is, heâs a spoiled brat who canât wait for Theodore and Mrs. Havard to die so he can lay claim to his share of their inheritance.â Cosmo began chopping carrots. âOr letâs take a certain young lady you are interested in. She puts on a show of being shy and inhibited. But the truth be known, she has had several, shall we say, dalliances in recent years. She isnât the complete innocent she lets on.â
âWhy are you telling me this?â
Cosmoâs smile was oil mixed in water. âYou asked me about pretensions, remember? Is there anything else you would like to know?â
Fargo was about to say no, but actually there was. âHow close are Allen and Kenneth?â
âNot close at all. Thereâs the age difference, for one thing. Kenneth always loved the outdoors. Allen isnât happy unless he has a roof over his head. Kenneth could take care of himself. Allen is a motherâs boy. Need I go on?â
âI get the idea.â
Jut then the flap to Angelineâs tent parted and out she strolled in a dress more fit for the San Francisco theater than the mountains of British Columbia. It clung to her ripe body in all the right places and was cut scandalously low in front to accent her cleavage. Fargo whistled softly.
Her hands clasped behind her back so that her bosom thrust against her dress, Angeline ignored his whistle and asked Cosmo, âHow long until supper is ready?â
âHalf an hour, young miss, perhaps a bit longer. Your father mentioned heâs famished and I want the food to be just right.â
âPlenty of time.â Angeline swiveled toward Fargo. âI can stand to stretch my legs after being in the saddle all day. Care to go for a walk?â
âI suppose I can force myself.â
Cosmo made a sound that was part chuckle and part cough. âBy all means, enjoy yourselves. I willâwhat is the expression?âoh, yes, Iâll give a holler when the meal is ready.â
âYouâre a card, Cosmo,â Angeline told him.
âSo long as itâs the queen of hearts. Now you be careful out there. Watch out for insects and snakes and whatever else might bite you.â
Perfume wreathed Fargo like an invisible cloud. He admired how Angelineâs dress molded to the sweep of her thighs, and he twitched below his belt.
âI must admit Iâve been looking forward to this,â Angeline said. âGoing for a walk, I mean. But it wouldnât be safe to go alone. Thatâs why I asked you to come.â
Fargo refrained from pointing out that she wasnât all that safe with him along. âYou learned your lesson from that bear.â
âI learned my lesson from being female. You have no idea what itâs like for a woman. The constant advances. The gropes. The hungry looks.â
They entered the forest. Starlight relieved the black of night, enough for Fargo to see the white of her teeth when she smiled.
âI had my nerve calling you âbold and brazen,â didnât I?â
Never one to waste an opportunity, Fargo placed his hands on her hips and stopped. âWhat did you have in mind?â
âOh my.â Angeline gave a nervous laugh and glanced at the camp. âWe havenât gone far enough for that yet.â
Fargo motioned. âLead on.â
Angeline wasnât satisfied until the trees screened her from the campfires. In a clear space between a pair of tall spruce trees, she halted and announced, âRight here is nice.â
The darkness was an inky cocoon, the wilderness unusually still. But it was early yet. Soon the meat eaters would be on the
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