No Strings by Gerri Hill

Author:Gerri Hill
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: detective, mystery, romance, lesbian, women sleuths
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2009-04-10T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Morgan wasn’t sure she was happy to see Reese or not when she spotted the Sheriff’s Department truck waiting for her at the trailhead the next morning. She’d already decided that if Reese wasn’t there—it was five minutes after their agreed upon time already—she was leaving.

But no. A ski trip seemed inevitable as Reese smiled broadly at her.

“You’re late.”

Morgan arched an eyebrow. “And very tired. You must be too. Maybe we should call it off,” she said.

“No, no. I feel great. Invigorated, in fact.”

“How nice.”

Reese came closer. “Don’t you feel invigorated, Morgan?”

“I got home at three a.m. No, I don’t feel invigorated. I need more than three hours sleep.”

“I asked you to stay,” Reese said. “Besides, you slept some with me, didn’t you?”

“I slept briefly. And how would I explain getting home at six?”

“It’s winter. Who’s out at that hour?”

“Randy Cummins works in Gunnison and is on the road by six, for one.”

“Well, if someone saw you, you could always say you were up and on patrol early.”

“Right. Like you said, it’s winter.” She pulled her pack from the back of her truck. “Even Googan takes it easy in the winter.”

She frowned as Reese stood there holding her skis. “Where’s your gear?”

“What gear?”

“Your fishing gear.”

Reese shook her head. “I don’t have any fishing gear.”

Morgan glared at her. “I’m out here at daybreak to take you fishing and you don’t have any gear? Are you kidding me?”

“You’re a little cranky this morning.”

“You think?”

“Well, I thought, as the fishing guide, you would provide the gear,” she said with an exaggerated smile.

“Fishing guide? You want a fishing guide, you hire Ed Wade and pay him a hundred bucks an hour to get up at daybreak,” Morgan said loudly as she stomped around to the side of her truck for her skis. “Didn’t bring gear,” she mumbled. “Figures.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You’re going to try to throw me in the water, aren’t you, Zula?”

“I wouldn’t turn your back on me if I were you, Clarice.”

Reese met her eyes. “Funny. Last night you wanted me to turn—”

Morgan held up her hand. “Don’t go there.”

Yes, last night she had wanted to do a lot of things with Reese Daniels. But that was last night. Today, with the prospect of a two-mile hike to the river, she wanted to throw Reese Daniels in the rushing stream.

But the trip across the meadow was easy, and after a few minutes, Morgan gave in as the beauty of the early morning penetrated her senses. The meadow was still pristine white from the snow, a sharp contrast to the dark green of the spruce and fir trees that lined the edges. In the spring, this meadow was a favorite spot as it came alive with the colors of wildflowers. And in fall, late in the evenings, this was where you came if you wanted to watch deer and elk forage before dark.

“I heard a rumor that Tracy fishes,” Reese said, breaking the silence.

“No rumor. True. She’s quite good and loves it. I think if she had a mind to, she could open up her own guide service.

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