people into trouble.”
“You miss it?” Alisha asked.
Straight honest truth poured out before she could think it through. “I do. Yellowstone
was home. I love the mountains here as well, but something there calls to me.”
“Are you planning on going back?”
Becki marvelled that the seemingly innocuous questions managed to hit nerves so raw
and fragile. “Not yet. Maybe someday.”
She pulled in front of the indicated driveway and waited as the woman got out.
“Are you going to be around for a while?” Alisha asked, sticking her head back into
the vehicle as she leaned on the open door frame. “Because, well, it’s forward of
me, but I would love to have you join me for a climb. Teach me a few things.”
Becki smiled across the car at her. Alisha’s enthusiasm was contagious. Spending time
with the Lifeline team wouldn’t be a chore. “From what I hear, you’re a pretty incredible
climber yourself. Maybe you can teach me some new tricks.”
Alisha grinned. “That means you’re staying?”
“You might be sick of me before you know it,” Becki warned.
“I doubt it. Will you be around the school tomorrow? Can I catch you there?”
“You’re serious? Saturday and you want to hit the gym?” Alisha gave her a look, and
Becki laughed. “Okay, yes, I planned to work out tomorrow as well. I wanted to check
out the new climbing wall. Want to join me around ten?”
Instant delight filled the other woman’s face. “That would be awesome. I’ll bring
lunch for after we’re done.”
It took only five minutes after leaving Alisha for Becki to complete the drive to
her parking lot and make her way toward her dorm room. The place was deserted between
semesters, and the peace and quiet was exactly what she needed.
Becki paused outside the doors, then scrambled onto a massive boulder arranged in
the middle of a garden area. Stars were beginning to show through the wisps of clouds
overhead, and she got herself into a more comfortable position to sit and admire them
for a while.
There was no reason she couldn’t take on the training Marcus had requested of her.
She’d enjoyed the evening immensely. Search-and-rescue people were a rather obsessed
lot. Being around a group of individuals who all had the same focus, the same goals
she did—it was refreshing and motivating all at the same time.
Her uncontrollable urge to strip the man himself and ride him until they were both
screaming was a separate issue. Something she’d have to deal with, but right now she
needed to decide if she was going to take on the teaching challenge. She wanted to.
That was the truth.
Only there was no way she could accept the position without letting Marcus know a
few important details. Information she’d managed to keep from the media. Let him choose
if he still wanted her around his team after he knew the full story.
Staring at the stars and the clouds drifting past was much simpler than figuring out
how to explain that although she remembered every second of her and Marcus’s time
together in minute sexual detail, she had no memories whatsoever of the accident eight
months earlier that had killed her partner.
* * *
Marcus tossed his coat on the hook beside the door, kicked off his shoes, and headed
directly for the bathroom. He dropped his clothes on the counter, cranked on the water,
and stepped in before there was a chance of heat.
The icy cold spray did nothing to ease the aching hardness in his cock.
Fuck it all, the entire day had been an exercise in torture. From the moment he’d
laid eyes on Becki, there’d been no stopping the vivid images assaulting him. Memories
like her naked and spread-eagle, her fingers dipping into her wet cunt before moving
in circles until orgasm shook her entire body.
Or Becki grinning as he tossed her onto the bed and crawled after her, pinning her
in place with his body as he kissed the living daylights out of