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Any Day Now (Sullivan's Crossing #2)(10)
Author: Robyn Carr

“I’ve done a little climbing, not up a flat rock like that. I’ve climbed where you can get a good, solid foothold and grip, a decent angle. I’m not afraid of heights, but I’m not real comfortable with falling off a flat rock like that.” He shook his head. “They love that rock. Ever been to Yosemite?”

She shook her head.

“They climb El Capitan—it’s flatter and way steeper than that. They pound in their spikes and anchors to hold their tents and camp hanging off the side—it’s the damnedest thing I’ve ever seen. Look it up on your computer—look up ‘climbing El Capitan.’ It’ll scare the bejesus out of you.”

“Watching them was terrifying and exciting, but I’m not afraid of heights. Cal doesn’t much like heights. He has trouble even looking at pictures of scary heights.”

Sully grinned. “When you get some pictures or a video, show it to him.”

“I wonder if I could learn to do that,” she muttered.

“No, you can’t,” Sully said. “I forbid it.”

So that’s what a real father sounds like, she thought. A normal father—sane, decisive, controlling.

She went to get her laptop and came back to the porch. Before she opened up and signed on she asked Sully if he had any chores she could do for him.

“Nah, I got nothing much to do,” he said. “Where you having dinner later?”

“I’ll be around here. Why?”

“I got some salmon, rice and asparagus. If I share it, will you make it for us?”

“I’d be honored. Where’d you find asparagus this time of year?”

“I paid top dollar at that green grocer in Timberlake, that’s where. I don’t know where it comes from but the stalks are fat and juicy and plump up like steaks on the grill. You like that idea?”

“I love that idea,” she said. “I’d love to share your dinner. I’ll cook it and wash up the dishes after. What time would you like to eat?”

“Since I’m just getting lunch, is seven too late for you?”

“Just right,” she said. “Gives me a little time to play on the computer and maybe read.”

It was about four when campers started coming back to the Crossing, washing up after their day of exploring. Then a big Ford truck pulled up and the three rock climbers piled out. They nodded to her and said hello as they passed to go into the store.

Connie came back, holding his bottled water in one hand and an apple in the other. Without asking, he sat at her table. “How you doing?”

“I watched you climbing that steep, flat rock.”

“Did you? We call that rock face Big Bad Betty. She’s mean as the devil. I didn’t see you, but we don’t look around much. You have to be pretty focused.”

She closed her laptop. “What does it sound like up there?” she asked. “When you’re hanging on by your fingertips, what does it sound like?”

He smiled at her. “There’s a little wind,” he said. “The swooshing of hands and feet as you look for a good hold. Breathing—the sound of my breathing is loud in my head.”

“Heart pounding?” She wanted to know.

“No. Just a good, solid rhythm. You have to like it, feel it, be safe in it or your diaphragm will slam into your chest, close it up and bad things happen. No pounding. It’s tranquil.”

“Does it make you feel powerful?” she asked.

“It makes me feel independent. Self-reliant.”

“Free?”

“Yeah, free. But it takes thinking. Planning. I’ve climbed that rock a lot and I planned ahead. I know where to go. Even when you climb a new rock you plan ahead—look at video, pictures, listen to what climbers say, try it with a harness and ropes first to see the lay of the rock. And even then you have to be flexible. Sometimes you have to improvise. But it feels so good. Every grip and hold has to be just right and when you get it, you know you got it. It’s a smart sport. No one can get too much of that feeling.”

“You weren’t wearing a harness. I didn’t see any ropes.”

“Free solo,” he said. “As climbing challenges go, it’s the best.”

“And when you get to the top?”

“Eureka. Hallelujah.”

“I saw you go over the top and disappear but I didn’t hear anything.”

He grinned brightly, his eyes twinkling. He had those sweet bedroom eyes sneaking a peek from behind lots of brown lashes. Young girls could buy lashes from him, he had so many. “Then we weren’t loud enough,” he said.

“Can I learn to do that?”

“Maybe,” he said with a shrug. “Takes a lot of upper body strength. There’s a wall in a gym in Colorado Springs, a good training wall. There are a lot of climbing gyms in Colorado Springs. A lot of trainers.”

“Is it expensive?”

“It doesn’t have to be, but you should try a training wall before you do anything else. You might hate it. If you don’t hate it, Jackson climbs. I climb. Some of us have extra harnesses and other equipment. But first the wall.”

Just as he said this last bit, the other two men came onto the porch. They also sat down. People around here didn’t ask if they could join you, they just did.

“I’ll show you how,” Rafe said. “I’m Rafe. I think we met a couple of weeks ago. And this is Charlie Portman.” He peeled a banana, bit off a big chunk and seemed to swallow it whole. “I’ll teach you,” Rafe said.

“First the gym, Rafe,” Connie insisted.

“She’s little,” Rafe said. “Hardly any weight to pull up. I could take her up on my back.”

“It’ll go easier and you won’t waste anyone’s day off teaching you if you just try the gym first to see how it feels. That might be the beginning and end of it right there.”

“It just looks so cool,” Sierra said.

“Because it is,” Rafe said, tipping a beer to his lips. When he did that she noticed his wedding ring.

“Was it a training day for you guys?” she asked.

“Not for Timberlake station,” Rafe said. “For Rocky Mountain Volunteer Search and Rescue.”

“Sounds like you’re good people to know if I get in trouble,” she said. “I’ll be sure to let you know when I’m ready for a little training.”

“He’s married,” Connie said.

Rafe smiled handsomely. “No problem, Sierra. Lisa knows I’d never be interested in another woman.”

She sighed. “Do you have a brother?”

“First the wall,” Connie said. “Then I’ll show her.”

* * *

That was twice now, Sierra thought. Twice he was warm and friendly, almost flirty, then it shut down and he became distant and a little cold. The first time was when they met and Moody mentioned Cal, so she wondered if Connie didn’t like Cal. But that was crazy. Everyone loved Cal. Then, when Rafe offered to teach her climbing, his eyes went cold again. So probably he didn’t like her.

She didn’t have the best instincts, she knew that about herself. She wasn’t likely to ask Sully about a single guy, especially a firefighter. Sully had already passed judgment on those guys—half gentlemen, half dogs.

When a little more time passed and more evidence collected, she’d probably just ask Conrad.

* * *

The month of April was perfect for Sierra. She went to a gym in Colorado Springs on a couple of her days off and learned how to climb on the wall. Of course she overdid it and all her muscles ached, but it made her feel so smug. Who knew she could do that? She worked a few mornings and went to a few meetings. She had coffee with Moody and learned he had four grown children. She hung out a bit at The Little Colorado Bookstore getting to know Ernie and Bertrice and picking up a few details about her new home.

But the best part of her new life was Sully.

“Tell me about Maggie shooting someone,” she begged.

“It was a damn fool thing to do,” he said. “Her reasons were right but her follow-through could’ve used a little more thought. She saw a young girl she recognized as one of our camper kids in a pickup with a couple of low-life characters and could tell she wasn’t there by choice, so she tricked the driver into taking a cabin. She told him she’d give him a special deal and turned out he was as stupid as he was bad. Once she had him boxed in she called the police but she wasn’t inclined to wait on ’em to get out here, not with that girl in danger. She loaded up my old shotgun and kicked the cabin door in and fired on them.” He shook his head. “She could’ve called me or gone for Cal, but no. Maggie’s accustomed to do as she pleases, when she pleases. She had a roll of duct tape in her pocket and had ’em all trussed up before the cops got here.”

Sierra was speechless. Awestruck. “What a badass!”

“Those old boys were big and nasty. They could have rushed her, walked right through that shot and taken her down.”

“But she shot them first.”

“Well, one of ’em anyway. The shots brought me and Cal. It would’a been smarter to get us first.”

“And the little camper girl?” Sierra asked.

“Scared to death but otherwise unharmed. She was separated from her family on the trail north of Leadville and they grabbed her. I never heard of such a thing happening around here before.”

“That’s creepy, Sully. It’s not safe out there?”

“Up to that moment I’d have said there’s no safer place than our trails. I hear there’s a lot more Forest Service people out there these days than there used to be, on account of that incident. You got anything to protect yourself with?”

“I have a little can of pepper spray...the kind single women in the city are known to carry...” There were times she considered a handgun but in the end she was afraid to arm herself too much. What if she was incapacitated and it was used against her?

   
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