Mountains Apart (Mills & Boon Heartwarming) (14 page)

Reagan shrugged, acknowledging that it had been an option he was going to suggest.

Gareth asked, “Do you want to try playing a video game, Emily? I can teach you.”

“Sounds good,” she said.

Emily soon discovered she was completely inept at virtual soldiering. An hour later she had failed to save planet Earth no less than twelve times. Twice she had single-handedly, albeit accidentally, annihilated it and the entire human race along with it. Gareth was a very sweet and patient teacher. He reminded her very much of his uncle, who, thankfully, took over her remote and fought much better on the endangered planet's battle front than she had.

She spent the next hour playing a trivia game with Reagan, and although she lost, he informed her that she had fared better than anyone else he'd ever played. She graciously accepted the compliment.

After that they made pizza and French fries and watched an action movie that she'd never seen. It was nearing ten o'clock by the time Bering announced to the boys that it was time for bed. She thanked them both for an awesome evening and said goodbye. They shuffled off to brush their teeth and Bering walked her to the door.

“So,” he said, “I have to go out of town for a couple days for work. I'll call you when I get back.”

“Oh,” she said. A wave of disappointment washed over her at the thought of not seeing or talking to him for even that long. “Where are you going?”

“Washington, D.C. It's an annual thing. Every year I go with our state biologists to attend a presentation of wolf data to the Department of the Interior. Every state with a wolf population is represented.”

She nodded and smiled in his direction, hoping she could pull off the nonchalance that she was striving for. “Okay, well, good luck. Be safe.”

He looked as though he wanted to say something else and Emily wished that he would. She was disappointed at the turn their relationship had taken. They'd seen each other every day since they'd returned from the cabin, and even though they were back in campaign mode, things were good between them. But that was all, just
good
—cordial and...friendly.

It was becoming increasingly clear to her that friendship was indeed as far as Bering wanted to go. Apparently he'd meant it when he said that kiss had been a mistake. Even though there were moments that felt flirtatious and even a couple times when he'd looked at her with what she would swear was longing. But she was beginning to think she had been imagining it.

Was she imagining that right now? Emily didn't know how she could make her light any greener....

He stepped toward her and reached for her hand. “Emily, I—”

Suddenly, Reagan shouted his uncle's name from somewhere down the hall and they heard footsteps coming toward them. He flashed her an apologetic smile and gave her fingers a gentle squeeze before releasing them. They said their goodbyes and Emily slipped quietly out the door.

As she drove home, melancholy once again took hold of her. She thought about the relationships in her life and how different they were from the relationships that Bering had. For the first time in a long time, she ached for the family she'd never had. For the first time ever, she longed for a family of her own. She missed Bering and he wasn't even gone yet. She missed him and he wasn't even hers.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“H
ELLO
? Y
ES
,
GOOD
morning, sir. I'm looking forward to that, as well.” Bering kept the cell phone pressed closely to his ear as he climbed into the airplane. Bering glanced at his watch. “I'm on my way. Tag is flying me to Anchorage and then I leave from there in three hours. Sounds great. I appreciate it.”

Bering clicked off the phone and quickly buckled his seat belt. He knew Tag wouldn't go anywhere until he did. He watched silently as Tag began the preflight maneuvers. In all the years they'd been flying together, he'd never known him to skip even a single step, which was probably the reason they were both still alive—that, and his cousin's phenomenal ability to stay calm in virtually any situation. It was a trait that helped to make him both an excellent paramedic and an expert pilot. Flying could be extremely dangerous amid the temperamental Alaskan weather; between the mountains and the coast, there was always something exciting brewing in the skies. But Bering had only seen him really rattled a couple times, and they'd had their share of close calls together. Bering supposed it was just one part of what kept them so close.

Tag finished up, but instead of taking off, he turned and looked at Bering. “So, what are you going to do now?”

Bering glanced over at him, but didn't quite meet his eyes. “About what?”

“About what?” Tag mimicked with a roll of his eyes. “You know what ‘what' I'm talking about, but if you want to play that way then I'll give you a hint—she's thin, blonde, pretty, blue eyes. She also happens to have a giant Cam-Field brand on her back. And, in spite of whatever it is that's going on between the two of you, it is still her job to strip this little town that we love of everything that we hold dear.”

“What are you trying to say, Tag?”

Tag shrugged. “I think I just said it. This can't end well, Bering.”

Bering stared at his cousin. “Why do you have it ending before it's really even begun?”

“Aside from the fact that I'm assuming that she doesn't know exactly what connections you have, there are two things that can happen here—either she wins and our town is destroyed, or you win and she pulls up shop and leaves right along with Cam-Field.”

“So I shouldn't get involved with her? Or I should, but I should also tell her everything about myself so that she can then use that information to ruin Rankins? And her eyes are gray.”

“I think you've just proven my point.”

Bering sighed tiredly. “It doesn't have to matter, Tag.”

“But it does matter, Bering. I know you and you're not going to be able to live with yourself after using someone in the sense that you are here. And I'm not criticizing you for your motive. It's just the means—”

“I'm not using her,” Bering interrupted. “I don't need her to accomplish this.”

“Then what are you doing?”

He flashed his cousin an irritated look. “Saving Rankins.”

Tag let out an exasperated breath. “What are you doing with Emily?”

Bering shrugged. “I like her.”

“But you realize she's not going to like you, right? After she finds out what you're up to?”

He didn't want to think about that possibility. He didn't want to believe that it could even be likely, not after the time they'd spent together. He'd never felt this way about anyone before, and the reason he hadn't taken it any further was because of the very possibility that Tag was now throwing in his face.

“I'm well aware of that, and I'm hoping to find a path around it. Our relationship is—”

“Relationship?” Tag repeated the word. “Is that what it is?”

“I don't know.”

Tag shook his head. “Well, you better figure it out, Bering. I'm afraid you could do some real damage here. Amanda has said some things—”

“She's not as vulnerable as she appears, Tag. Trust me. And I seem to recall that it was you who not long ago told me she was trouble.”

“That was before.”

“Before what?” Bering stared hard at his cousin for several seconds as the meaning behind his statement sank in. “You think I planned this?”

“I don't know, Bering. I do know that you've been pretty worked up about this whole Cam-Field thing for months now and it does seem rather, uh, propitious that Emily came along and now you two are...”

“Are what?” Bering said.

Tag lifted a shoulder as if to say he didn't know, but the look on his face spoke volumes. “I know you spent the night at your cabin with her, so why don't you tell me?”

“It wasn't like that. You know I had a dead battery.”

“Okay, Bering, come on. It's me, Tag. You and I both know you could have managed to get that snow machine started. Or you could have come up with some other means to get out of there if you had really wanted to.”

Bering was shocked at his cousin, who knew him too well. There was no point in arguing. “That's undoubtedly true. But, Tag, do you really think that I would sleep with a woman in order to undermine her business plans? And we're not just talking about some woman here—we're talking about Emily. That's insulting. We're friends, maybe more. I would like more, I'll be honest. Am I sure how to achieve that? No, I'm not. Do I believe it's even possible? I don't know. But I thought you were on my side anyway.”

“It's not a matter of undermining her business plans. It's a lot more than a business plan to you and to me and to the majority of this town, for that matter. And what I'm saying is that I think it means more than that to Emily, too. I'm not sure why exactly, but I've gotten the impression from Amanda that there's a lot riding on this job for Emily, too.”

“What do you mean?” Bering said as a rush of uncertainty coursed through him. It was the same thought he'd had himself—something that went beyond her obsession with her career. Something more that she wasn't telling him. But to be fair, there was quite a bit he wasn't telling her, too. He had only told Emily part of the reason he was traveling to Washington, D.C.

“I don't know. Amanda has said some things that indicate she's got a lot invested here. I haven't asked directly because I don't want her to think I'm spying for you or anything.”

Bering rubbed a hand over his jaw as he turned to look out the window into the darkness. Tag had a point—he'd specifically asked Emily if this was just a job for her and she'd said yes. He'd been relieved by that answer, but what if there were things she was deliberately keeping from him, as he was from her? The thought was unsettling.

“You know I'm on your side, Bering,” Tag added. “I've always been on your side and I always will be. But it's not like you to cheat to win. Or to step all over someone to get what you want. That's what Cam-Field does, Bering, not us.” He finally turned his attention to the airplane and Bering was glad for both the noise and the distraction.

In spite of what Tag was insinuating, he hadn't intended to get so involved with Emily. A wave of guilt washed over him. Who was he kidding? He'd been drawn to her almost immediately. At first he'd wanted to help her, then he'd been worried about her and now he just wanted to be with her. How could he have possibly foreseen these feelings he had somehow developed along the way?

And along with this came the realization that what he'd admitted to Tag was true—he wanted more than friendship. But did he want that more than he wanted to save this town? More than he wanted to preserve his way of life? He wanted both. What lengths would he go to in order to have them both?

He wanted Emily, yes, but he wanted her on his terms. That notion was troubling. Emily was right—he was spoiled. He was used to having his own way. And for the first time in his life, he wanted something he truly could not have. He would have to choose, and he couldn't be the only one he thought of when he did.

* * *

B
ERING
 
HATED
W
ASHINGTON
—D.C.,
not the state. The state, he loved; it was the nation's capital that he couldn't abide. He couldn't imagine how Senator Marsh could bear it. The man was an avid outdoorsman and usually spent a few weeks every year camped out in one of Bering's cabins. He would come up in the summer for the salmon fishing and then again in the fall to hunt moose. And occasionally he would make the trip in the winter to enjoy the solace and the snowshoeing. Over the years he had become a friend, and although today it was a different type of business that brought them together, he was still genuinely glad to see him.

“Bering, welcome. How was the wolf conference?”

“Good, Senator. It's always nice to see old friends.” Bering reached out and shook his hand. “Thank you for taking the time to meet with me.”

They made small talk for a few minutes before the senator got down to business. “Now, bring me up-to-date on what's currently happening in Rankins.”

“You know the basics already. Cam-Field has a team in place and they've begun their pitch—in earnest. They've scheduled a town-hall meeting in a couple weeks and the town-council vote is a couple days after that.”

Bering filled him in on what had gone down in Rankins over the past weeks. He felt himself missing Emily even as he relayed details of the conflict between them.

“And while they are doing their best to get the entire community behind the project, the fact is they only need the votes from the town council. The town council usually votes the way of the town, and so Cam-Field wants the support of the community. And things will go far more smoothly for them, development-wise, if they have that support, but they don't have to have it. And the truth is, Jack, I'm worried.”

Senator Marsh nodded his head. “We've been doing some research out of my office. Unfortunately, Cam-Field has some very deep pockets. Very little debt, some prime real-estate properties and huge profits in the last five years—astronomical profits, actually, what with this oil situation and how it's been.”

The senator went on, “And this Franklin Campbell is one shrewd character, I can tell you that. Whip-smart and a heck of a businessman. He has resisted every temptation to overextend himself and has focused solely on this company of his, which explains the millions of dollars.”

Bering grimaced. “How many millions?”

“More like a billion, but you know what, Bering? I honestly don't think it matters. The environmental lobby is all abuzz about this. Thanks to you, Evan Cobb and others have been blogging about it. And, if it reaches the point where we need legislation, I will get the votes. I love my hunting trips, Bering. You know that better than anyone.”

The conversation gave Bering a measure of relief and it must have been evident on his face. Senator Marsh reached over and clapped him on the shoulder. “Rest assured, son, I will do everything in my power to shut this project down, or delay it indefinitely. There are other, albeit more costly, routes for Cam-Field to access this oil lease without involving Rankins or the surrounding area at all.”

Bering nodded. “Thank you, Senator.”

“I should also mention that there is some other interesting stuff we are looking into. I'm not quite sure what to make of it yet. What's the name of the guy in charge up there for Cam-Field?”

Bering cleared his throat and regretted the words even as he knew he had to say them. “Emily Hollings.”

The senator's brows shot upward. “A woman, huh?”

Bering resisted the urge to add that she was so much more than that. “Yes.”

“Boy, I would not have guessed that. From what I've learned about Franklin Campbell, I would have predicted that he was old-school through and through. What do you think of her so far?”

“Smart, tough, articulate, good at her job,” he replied.

“I'll get someone researching her right away. Now, I hope you like roasted lamb...”

* * *

“E
MILY
, I
WOULD
 
LIKE
you to meet my mother, Claire James.” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “And this is Emily.”

Bering's mother smiled and held her hand out to Emily. “Hello, Emily, I'm so glad you could come. It's wonderful to meet you—finally.” She cast a chastising look up at her son.

Emily noticed, pondering the meaning there, but he only chuckled as he leaned over and kissed his mother on the cheek. “It's nice to see you, too, Mom.”

“How was your trip?”

“Short,” Bering said.

“Successful?”

“Yes, very.”

Emily saw Bering's jaw tighten as he looked down at his mom. Was it her imagination or had there been some kind of message in the look that passed between them? She hoped that everything had gone okay for him.

He'd only returned the previous evening and Emily hadn't had a chance to ask him any details about his trip. The conversation had been brief, consisting mainly of Bering's invitation to Sunday brunch at his mother's house.

Janie appeared in the doorway and Bering stepped into the kitchen with his mother.

“Emily, I'm so glad you're here,” Janie said. “Thank you for helping Bering the other night. The boys could not stop talking about you. I hope they didn't wear you out too much.”

“No, I enjoyed every minute of it. They are great kids. Bering talks about them all the time. He talks about all of you, actually.”

“I don't know what they would do without their uncle,” she said with a warm smile. “Then again, I don't know what I would do without him, either.”

Emily was becoming familiar with that feeling herself. “Thank you so much for the scarf, Janie. I wear it all the time. Is the wolf button the signature on all your work?” She gestured toward the rack behind her, where she'd hung it along with her coat.