He shrugged. I dont really know. An ancestor of mine was living in Tombstone around the time of the O.K. Corral, but I dont know when he actually came here. All I know is that he was a Southerner. He came here after the Civil War.
Someone told me that the city of Tucson once flew the Confederate flag just briefly.
And its true. A lot of Southerners settled here in the old days. Theres plenty of history here in this part of the state.
I grew up reading Zane Grey, she recalled wistfully. I never dreamed Id actually get to see any of the places he wrote about. But the most exciting part of this trip has been looking at the Hohokam ruins.
He nodded. They fascinate me, too. In 300 B.C., the Hohokam farmed here using a 150-mile system of canals. They were an inspiring people.
Yes, Im learning that.
He glanced at his watch. Ive got to get back to work. Are you through?
Yes, thank you. How can you take off whenever you like? she asked hesitantly as they got up.
He grinned. Im vice president of the mining company. My uncle owns it.
Oh.
Im rich, he said, and a mocking smile touched his lean, dark face. Havent you noticed? Most women do.
She flushed and turned away, flustered by the point-blank bluntness. In her haste to move, she backed into the chair hed pulled out for her, tripped, and went face down across it, plowing into a table full of tourists and their children.
Milk shakes and hamburgers went everywhere. So did the contents of Christys purse. She sprawled on the floor, feeling unbearably foolish and embarrassed.
That was my fault, Nate said quietly as he helped her up and proceeded to patch up the incident with a charm and diplomacy that Christy was just beginning to realize was an innate part of his personality. Flinty he might be, but he was a gentleman, and he had a knack for putting
people at ease. The tourists were more concerned about Christy than the mess shed made, and even the restaurant people were understanding and kind.
All that sweetness only made Christy feel worse. She was in tears by the time Nate helped her into the Jeep.
Now, now, he said gently, mopping up her tears. I shouldnt have cut at you like that. It was my fault, not yours.
It was mine, she wailed. Im so clumsy!
He finished clearing away the tears and tilted her face up to his searching gaze while he surveyed the damage. Red nose, red eyes, red cheeks, he murmured dryly. His eyes fell to her mouth and lingered there until she felt her toes curling in her shoes. Red mouth, too, he said, his voice deepening. The hand holding her chin contracted a little. Red and soft and very, very tempting, little Christy, he said, half under his breath. He lifted his eyes to catch the look in hers, and his gaze held hers until she was breathless from the tense excitement he created.
The interior of the Jeep was quiet with the canvas top on, and they could barely hear the traffic noise outside. The heat was stifling, but neither noticed. His dark eyes lanced into her pale ones and even as he looked at her, he moved closer, looming over her, the spicy scent of his cologne filling her nostrils as his mouth began to move down toward hers.
She felt her nails clench on the expensive fabric of his jacket while her heart tried to climb into her throat. His mouth was very masculine, and it looked hard and ruthless for all its sensuality. She imagined that he knew a lot more about kissing than she did, and the thought of being kissed by Nathanial Lang was far more exciting than shed ever dreamed. She felt her lips parting for him, waiting, her body in a tense expectation that was suddenly, painfully, shattered by the car that pulled up alongside Nates Jeep with a noisy roar.
Nate sat up, glaring toward the new arrivals. Just as well, honey, he said when he noticed Christys expression. What we were leading up to wouldnt have been appropriate in a public place. I dont want an audience when I kiss you for the first time.
She choked on her own reply, but he only smiled and started the Jeep.
Fasten your seat belt, he said easily, and pulled out into the road with apparent ease, his expression as relaxed as if hed been on a leisurely outing with no excitement at all.
He let Christy out at the dig, and try as she might, she couldnt quite manage to be as blasé and sophisticated about what had happened as he was being.
Fortunately for her, George saw them drive up in the Jeep and came loping toward them, all smiles, with a laptop computer under one arm.
There you are! he called to Christy and waved. I missed you!
Nate glared toward him. George, again, he murmured darkly. Does he have radar, do you suppose?
Hes lonely, she stammered, surprised by his antagonism for the younger man.
Is he? He glanced at her curiously and then shrugged. Well, to each his own. See you later.
He let her out and pulled away with a shower of dust, without even looking back. In another man, she might have suspected jealousy. But a man like Nathanial Lang wouldnt be jealous of her in a million years, and certainly not of sweet egghead George. She turned with a smile painted on her face to listen to what George was rambling on about. But her mind was still on what had happened in the parking lot of the restaurant, her lips hungry for a kiss shed wanted so desperately and didnt get.