A Ranger For Christmas. Stella Bagwell

we never bothered to search for her whereabouts. Either way, she’s dead to me.”

      Deciding it would be best to let the subject drop, Vivian remained silent as she steered the vehicle into the first campground on their work schedule.

      The first three sites were quiet, prompting Sawyer to say, “Everyone must be sleeping late this morning.”

      “Not everyone,” Vivian replied as she spotted a young woman with a blond ponytail wearing a pair of short shorts hurrying to the side of the road. Behind her, a small girl was struggling to control a leashed black-and-white dog.

      When the woman began waving her arms at them, Sawyer said, “Looks like she wants us to stop.”

      Vivian parked in a safe spot out of the way of traffic, but before either of them could depart the vehicle, the woman raced up to Sawyer’s window.

      He lowered the glass and she gave him a wide smile.

      “Are you two rangers?” she asked.

      “That’s right,” Sawyer said. “I’m Ranger Whitehorse and she’s Ranger Hollister. Can we help you with something?”

      Even from her vantage point, Vivian could see the young woman was ogling Sawyer as though she’d just stumbled onto the most beautiful thing she’d ever laid eyes on.

      “Uh—yes. Maybe you can. We wanted to go on the doggie hike or puppy walk or whatever it’s called. Is it somewhere around here?”

      Sawyer looked to Vivian for help. “Sorry,” he said. “I haven’t had a chance to go through all the park projects yet.”

      Leaning up in the seat, Vivian said to the woman, “Yes, it’s about a quarter mile north of here. Just follow the road until you see the signs to the hiking trailhead. But you’d better hurry.” She glanced at her wristwatch. “The ranger leading the group will be leaving in fifteen minutes and he’s always prompt.”

      “Oh. Okay.” She shot Sawyer another engaging smile. “I don’t suppose you could give us a lift, could you?”

      “No. Afraid not,” he said.

      “Aww, guess we’ll have to hurry, then. I just hope the other ranger looks like you.”

      Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Vivian started the SUV and taking the hint, the young woman stepped out of the way.

      Once she’d eased into gear and started down the road, Sawyer cleared his throat and turned an amused glance on Vivian.

      “Park guests will ask a ranger anything,” he reasoned.

      She let out a heavy breath. “I know. Over the years I’ve heard all sorts of things. Some of which I would never repeat.”

      “She was a bit ditzy, but pretty,” he commented.

      “You ought to be ashamed. She’s probably not a day past twenty.”

      “What’s wrong with being young?”

      “Nothing.” Except that Vivian had never felt more like an old biddy and she hated the feeling. And she especially hated this self-pity party she’d been having for herself ever since she’d learned Blake and Kat were having a baby.

      “Is something wrong with you, Vivian?”

      Unwittingly, her foot eased off the gas pedal. “Wrong? What do you mean?”

      She glanced over at him and tried to ignore the way her pulse leaped at the sight of his dark profile.

      “I’ve only known you for one day. But you’re different from yesterday. A little sad, I think. Am I making you sad, Vivian?”

      His words weren’t necessarily intimate or provocative, and yet the way he said them made it feel as though he’d whispered them in her ear. The sensation caused goose bumps to erupt on her arms and she was thankful the long sleeves of her shirt hid them from his sight.

      Swallowing, she said, “No. You aren’t making me sad. Or mad. I’m just a little thoughtful this morning. That’s all.”

      “Your eyes are dull. Yesterday they were snapping with life. They were much prettier that way.”

      Dear God, how did this man see so much about her? Garth had been her husband for two years, but he’d never noticed such little nuances about her eyes or mood or anything else. To know that Sawyer was observing her so closely was unsettling, to say the least.

      “Sorry if I seem glum today, Sawyer. It has nothing to do with you.”

      Not exactly, she silently corrected. But she could hardly tell him that his young, handsome face and lean sexy body had jolted awake her slumbering senses. No more than she could admit that spending time in his company had reminded her of the many things she’d been missing these past years since her divorce.

      “Good,” he said. “I didn’t come here to Lake Pleasant to cause you problems.”

      No doubt he’d caused many a woman problems. Most all of them heart related. The very kind of problems she didn’t need.

      “I’m going to make sure that you don’t,” she said primly.

      He laughed and the sound relieved the tension that had been building ever since they’d left headquarters.

      “I told my grandmother that you’re a good woman. So far you’re definitely not making a liar out of me.”

      The urge to pull the SUV over to the side of the road and stare at him was so strong, she had to force her hands to remain steady on the steering wheel.

      “I suppose you meant that as a compliment,” she stated in a voice that was meant to be casual, but even she could hear a quaver in her words.

      “Nothing else.”

      She let out a small breath as she steered the vehicle onto a graveled drive that circled an open pavilion. “I can’t believe you mentioned me to her.”

      “Why not? You’re my new partner.”

      “Yes, but...”

      “But what? You don’t like me saying something nice about you?”

      “You don’t know that I’m a good woman. You only met me yesterday. That’s not enough time for you to know what kind of person I really am.”

      “Mort likes you. That’s good enough for me. Besides, my grandmother has a gift for seeing right into people. I think I inherited some of her gift.”

      She arched a brow at him, but said nothing until she parked at the end of the pavilion and looked over at him. “Okay. I shouldn’t ask this, but what are you seeing right now—looking at me?”

      “I see a woman who’s sad about something in her life. She’s also annoyed with herself.”

      Dear Lord, the man was right on both counts. Which made her wonder what else he could see about her. Not wanting to delve into his first observation, she asked, “Tell me, Mr. Mystic, why am I annoyed with myself?”

      A lopsided grin lifted a corner of his lips and in spite of Vivian’s brain commanding her to look away, her gaze went straight to his tempting mouth.

      “Because you don’t want to like me, but in spite of yourself, you do. You’ve also been telling yourself you don’t want to kiss me, but we both know that isn’t true.”

      Yesterday, his bold remarks would’ve shocked her. But today she was only mildly surprised that he’d voiced such opinions about her. He was a flirt. A very confident one at that. And she needed to always remember that no matter what outrageous words came out of his mouth, he wasn’t serious.

      Forcing a playful smile on her face, she said, “I can’t believe you’ve pegged me so perfectly. You really must have your grandmother’s gift.”

      He laughed and after a brief moment, the happy