But his words served to reinforce Annabelle's determination to keep her emotions firmly locked uptight in her relationship with Vaughn.
Nick's situation was another story entirely. "Mara has nothing to do with Vaughn now. Surely you can see that."
"What I see is a guy who's always accepted second best. If I want to settle down, I want someone who wants me and doesn't jump into the game because they already lost their first choice."
"Then why live in this town and subject yourself to something you hate?" she asked the second man in as many days, her frustration with the male brain and its way of thinking completely overwhelming her. "Oh, I know. Because this is home."
He nodded. "It is."
"Then you need to get over it," she said, bluntly.
He stepped back and seated himself on the corner of the desk. "And maybe I would if everyone didn't jump to the same damn conclusion. That I never quite measured up to my best friend and that it still bothers me."
"Oh, come on. People don't think that." Annabelle waved a hand dismissively.
"You did."
She sucked in a startled breath. "That stinking rat," she muttered. "Vaughn told you that?"
Nick grinned, once again taking her off guard by laughing. "No, but when you asked who had a motive to prevent this place from opening, you glanced at me. And I've heard the jealousy factor so many times, I'm used to it. You just confirmed my hunch."
"Nick-"
He shook his head. "Forget it. You're doing your job, helping out Vaughn and the lodge, and V m doing mine. I understand where your head is." He pinned her with his steady gaze. "So it shouldn't be too big a leap for you to see why I don't want to date a woman who's already been dumped by Vaughn."
Annabelle saw, but on a logical level, it made little sense. "But she's interested in you."
"Only because Vaughn is out of reach." He shook his head. "End of discussion, okay?"
She frowned. "Okay." She agreed, yet she intended to talk to Mara and help the other woman overcome Nick's insecurities, which she feared she'd just helped contribute to.
With a sigh, she glanced at the clock on the wall, ticking too close to early afternoon.
"What's our next step now that Vaughn's disappeared on us?" Nick asked, changing the subject back to business.
Annabelle smiled, grateful he didn't hold her thoughts against her. "Would you keep the reporter busy? Give him a tour and avoid the problem areas, okay?"
He nodded. "My pleasure."
"Meanwhile can I borrow your car?"
He narrowed his gaze. "Where are you going?"
"Just out to do a few errands." Following her gut, she had a few people from Vaughn's past she wanted to talk to before speaking with the reporter and giving their spin on things.
"Can you drive a stick?" Nick asked.
She nodded.
He reached into his pocket and tossed her his keys. "Don't hit anything, will you?"
"If I promise to take care of your car do you promise to think about giving Mara a chance?"
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I'll do anything for my Corvette."
She laughed. "Typical man." With a wave, she headed off to speak to one of Vaughn's old teachers. They were her only hope of finding out enough about the man to put his reasons for creating the camp in a positive light.
CHAPTER EIGHT