Emma finally looked up into Ben’s laughing eyes. “Singapore called back, but I told them your girlfriend had just gone into labor with twins, and that her father was coming through the door with a shotgun. They said they’d call back.”
He was around the desk before she could scramble out from behind it. And before she could finish gasping, Emma was being lifted up and plopped down on the mahogany surface, scattering the papers—right along with her emotions. Muscular thighs spread her knees, and long arms wrapped around her as those laughing eyes suddenly changed.
It was a look Emma had seen before.
She tried to push him away. She knew it was impossible, but she didn’t want to ever let this man realize the power he was gaining over her.
“That was a very nasty thing to do, Emma Sands.”
“Will you have to turn all your big boats around in midocean now, Mr. Sinclair? Have you lost face with your Singapore clients?”
“Probably.”
“Will that bankrupt Tidewater International?”
“Probably.”
“So Michael won’t have a company to inherit?”
“There’s always Medicine Creek Camps.”
Emma nodded. “That’s true. It’s a good thing I haven’t sold it yet.”
“If I promise to finally kiss you, will you stop kneading my chest?”
“Oh! I’m so—” His lips stopped her from flirting any further.
Flirting! Was she flirtingwith Ben Sinclair? Had that voice really been hers?
She would love to analyze this side of herself, but she was being kissed senseless by a man who knew exactly what he was doing.
He was beginning to smell like the woods he was spending so much time in, Emma discovered as Ben’s tongue invaded her mouth. Thank God she was sitting on the desk; she could feel herself already turning into a blob of jelly. Her head spun. Her heart began to pound. And she had to move her hands away from his delightful chest and grab his shoulders so she could kiss him back.
He should come with a warning label.
“I want to make love to you.”
Emma blinked up at Ben. Had she said those words or had he?
“But I can wait. A little while.”
Emma sighed in relief. Of course he’d said them. If shehad, Ben would have had her naked before she’d finished the sentence.
Now there was a thought. Why not just rip off her clothes and … and doit?
What was stopping her?
Maybe the bone-chilling fear that she would find herself in Kelly’s position two months from now? The terrible fear that she was no better than her sister?
Another abandonment would kill her.
Michael would be graduating in two months, then he would be leaving to start his own life. And Tidewater International was run by a man who would need a special woman by his side—one who was intelligent, cultured, and worldly. Knowing how to skin fish and track a deer were not skills Ben’s girlfriend would need to know.
A mighty sigh blew over her head and Emma realized she had wrapped her arms around Ben’s waist and was hugging him, her face buried in his chest. With the gentleness of a concerned man, he was hugging her back, his chin resting on her head.
“I’m either making you mad or sad every time I touch you, Emma Sands.”
“Dinner’s going to burn.”
He simply held her tighter. “It’s okay. Mike and Jasmine are seeing to dinner.”
“I still have to go.”
“In a minute. Let me just hold you.”
Said the spider to the fly. He was holding her close enough that Emma could still feel his desire.
She was so confused. Ben’s lust for her certainly seemed real, but how could a man feel concern for the woman who had kept his son a secret from him?
He wasn’t after her camps, or her skills as a guide. He had truly been angry that she’d placed herself in danger with the tree spikers. And he’d been determined she not go back out that night to retrieve the moose. And he would have killed Galen Simms had the jerk stayed around long enough.
Benjamin Sinclair wasn’t acting like he hated her.
Emma snuggled closer against him. This was nice. Never in her life had she leaned on anyone else for support, but she was so damn tired of trying to figure things out.
She sighed. “If Mike’s anything like you when there’s a female around, dinner will be burnt to a crisp. I’ve got to go.”
Ben finally stepped back and Emma regretted the sudden lack of contact. But she had to stop feeding her dream of happily ever after. She could enjoy what time she had left with Mikey and Ben; she only had to remember the joy was temporary. Two more months and it would end.
“Look at me, Em.”
She finally looked up.
“Try as I might, I can’t read your mind. But I do know mine. You belong to me, Emma Sands, just as much as Mike does.” He cupped her face in his large hands and gave her a swift, forceful kiss. “Try to get used to the idea.”
With that promise echoing in her ears, Emma ran out of the cabin with all the dignity of Pitiful.
“I hope to come to one of your camp sessions next summer. Mom does, too.”
“That’s great, Jasmine. You’ll enjoy it immensely.” Emma smiled at the girl sitting across the table. The poor darling seemed completely intimidated by Ben. Those were the first words the girl had spoken since they’d sat down to dinner.
“But you live right in town, Jasmine. Why would you want to come stay at one of Emma’s cabins?” Ben asked, looking directly at the girl.
Mikey came to her rescue, for Jasmine was too busy choking on her dinner to answer. “Nem runs weeklong camps in the summer for women only,” he explained.
Ben looked at Emma. “Really? How innovative.”
Emma suddenly felt as self-conscious as Jasmine, only for different reasons. Lord, the man was handsome, with his hair nearly as long as Mikey’s and his beard bristling with his smile.
“That’s been the success of Medicine Creek Camps,” Mikey said. “There are a lot of women who want to hunt and fish, but are put off by the whole macho image. Nem runs ads in all the national magazines, inviting women to come and explore the wilderness. She won’t guide men at all.”
“And the women come?”
“They sure do. Especially to the summer camps. We advertise them as a week’s escape from the real world. One ad asks that if kids can be sent to summer camps, why not moms? We offer fishing and hiking and kayaking, wildlife safaris, and floatplane rides. We ran three weeklong camps last summer and four weekend camps. Some of the women are coming back for deer hunting this November.”
“Interesting. And you don’t guide men at all?” he asked, looking at Emma.
“Not if I can help it.”
“Why not?”
“When some men book a guide for a week, they leave their manners at home. They shed all pretense of civilization and come here to play Rambo. Finding out their guide is a female kind of destroys the fantasy.”
“They become jerks,” Mikey added, drawing his father’s attention again.
Ben’s face suddenly lost its humor. “What kind of jerks?”
The boy shrugged. “Nem usually hires local guides to take them out.”
“That’s why I cater to women,” she explained. “And because it’s good business. I’ve discovered a niche that needed filling. The women of this world are just as interested in the wilderness as men are, or even more so. And they have fun.”
“And this market is what Simms was after?” Ben asked.
“Yup. That and my acreage.”
There was a knock on the kitchen door loud enough to rattle the windows. Emma saw Jasmine’s eyes widen in horror.
“Oh, God. I’m dead,” the girl said, sliding back her chair and standing up. “Thank you for dinner, Miss Sands. I’ve got to go.”
Ben had reached the door and opened it. He must not have liked what he saw any more than Jasmine did, because he took a defensive stand between their visitor and the girl.
“Where’s my daughter?” came a booming voice.