More Than One Night. Heatherly Bell

thanks for the job.”

      And with that he shut his door.

       Chapter Two

      Sam Hawker might be a man of few words, and granted, he was often at a loss for them around beautiful women, but today? He had a few: dayum, for starters. Angelina’s real name was Jill; she was now his boss; and how the hell did he get so lucky?

      She smiled and then she was off, those long legs walking in the direction of her office trailer.

      He shut his trailer door and took another look at his surroundings. This trailer with a small kitchen, wood cabinets and table, bathroom and cot in the back was more than he needed.

      When he’d been hired through Home at Last to work for a woman named Jill who needed experienced hikers and guides for her outdoor adventure company, it sounded like the perfect job for him. The organization was an employment agency but because it focused solely on hiring veterans, Sam couldn’t shake the feeling it felt like more “thanks for a job well done.” He’d had enough thanks from well-meaning civilians. But since leaving the Marine Corps, he’d had trouble holding down a job. He’d dabbled in construction, done some roofing and a little welding. Nothing steady. He’d been feeling a little self-destructive for a time, searching for the hardest physical challenge possible, to make him feel accomplished. And nothing ever seemed physically punishing enough.

      Just when he’d begun to wonder if he’d ever adjust to civilian life again and lead a normal life, this job had come up through the agency. The owner and operator wanted guides to take groups of clients on challenging hikes, zip-lining, rock climbing and wakeboarding at the lake. Sounded like a paid vacation to Sam.

      He’d never expected, nor could he have expected, to run into the one woman who’d managed to get him through some of the roughest times of his life, both during and after deployments. Nights when he didn’t care whether he lived or died.

      She just didn’t know it, nor would she ever. But he remembered her.

      Unfortunately for him, far too well for a woman who would now be his boss. He had a distinct memory of the way she tasted, sweet and juicy as a peach in September. Of the way she’d moved in a steady and pulsating rhythm with him all night, not missing a beat, as if she, too, couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t go fast enough or hard enough. She’d given him the single most erotic night of his life.

      And now she was his boss.

      * * *

      Late that afternoon, after the rest of her employees had been checked in and filled out their paperwork, Jill took a break from permits and W-2s and occasionally staring at Sam’s butt. She drove the short distance into town to meet her two best friends, Carly and Zoey, at The Drip. A few years ago, all three of them had worked at the coffee shop together, enjoying three o’clock dance-offs and plenty of gossip. But now Zoey had taken over her aunt’s pet store. Pimp Your Pet was doing well these days, and Zoey was rarely away from the store or a pet. Right now, her large rescue, Boo, a Great Dane, sat like a horse just outside The Drip. He had the patience of a Saint Bernard.

      Carly had sold her mother’s baby supplies and clothing company last year and now worked at home designing baby clothes. She was married to the walking Viagra for women, local pilot Levi Lambert. The angel currently bouncing on her knee was his baby daughter, Grace.

      Jill had only stopped working the occasional shift here two months ago when all the funding had gone through for the park. She had several investors that truly believed in her vision and were counting on her to make them their next million.

       No pressure.

      Everyone had careers, and Jill was well on her way, to either a major success or a major disaster. Her scientist parents and big brother, Ryan, thought she was nuts. And, she had to admit, Wildfire Ridge had been a huge undertaking with a chance at an equally spectacular fail. But with her organizational skills and inability to take shit from anybody, Jill was one month away from making her dream come true.

      She just hoped there would be no complications with Chris, er, Sam.

      When he’d flashed her that easy grin, she had to admit she thought about their one night together. A lot. She was thinking about it so much it was hard to let another thought into her head. And if she couldn’t talk about this to her two best friends in the world, who could she talk to?

      “Remember the Chris sighting three years ago in San Francisco?” Jill said.

      “How could I forget?” Carly took a sugar packet away from Grace. “You talked about it for weeks.”

      “That was the last Chris sighting until Levi came around,” Zoey said.

      On one particularly long and boring afternoon at The Drip when they all still worked together, after their three o’clock dance off, Jill had devised a complicated scale for rating men. It was called the Chris Scale because the mean was based on all the well-known Chrises: Pratt, Evans, Pine, Hemsworth. For a man to rate high on the scale meant he’d passed the mean. This was a big deal, naturally, as the mean was already high. Not that she thought all men had to offer were their looks, far from it. But the Chris Scale was, to this date, the only way she liked doing math.

      “I have a confession to make.” Jill moved the sugar packets away from Grace. Her reach was getting long.

      “Oh, this should be interesting,” Carly said.

      “I may have done more than simply rate this ‘Chris.’ I may have spent some time with him.”

      “How much time?” Zoey narrowed her eyes.

      Jill inspected her fingernails. She needed a good manicure. “Um, all night?”

      Zoey slapped the table. “Dude! You said you’d never done that before. A one-night stand?”

      “Well, it was just this once. I figured... I needed it. Deserved it.”

      “Right on.” Carly laughed.

      “Look, I’m the one who’s been celibate for three years. That night has had to last me a long time. Three years!”

      “It’s been even longer for me,” Zoey protested. “I’m not even going to say how long.”

      “Aw,” Jill said, hugging Zoey.

      Jill and Zoey both turned to Carly.

      “This morning, before Grace woke up.”

      “You’re not even supposed to be able to have morning sex when you have a baby!” Jill said.

      “I know, right?” Carly kissed Grace’s plump cheek. “She’s possibly the best baby ever.”

      Zoey glanced lovingly to Grace, then outside to Boo. “I don’t see why you can bring her in here and I can’t bring Boo in. He’d behave.”

      Carly wrinkled her nose, but apparently chose to ignore the comparison of her stepdaughter to a well-trained Great Dane.

      “So what are the men like who showed up today?” Carly said. “Anyone to help you, um, get over that dry spell?”

      “Funny you should mention that,” Jill said. “Because Chris? He’s one of my guys. Except his name is Sam.”

      “Get out! Chris is here?” Carly squealed.

      “His name is Sam.”

      “Sam, Chris, what’s the difference if he’s hot?” Zoey said.

      “You forget,” Jill said with great patience. “I’m now his boss. As in, he’s my employee. As in lawsuit waiting to happen.”

      Carly snorted. “Technically, Levi was my boss for a while when I was Grace’s nanny.”

      “But you and Levi fell in love.