Once on the other side, the trail in front of us was wide and looked to be smooth.
“You want to trot them for a bit?” he asked me.
“Yeah,” I said with a huge smile.
“Good, the rest of the trail up to the meadow is gentle enough to trot most of the way.” He clicked his tongue at his horse and took off at a slow trot and I did the same. This part of the trail was surrounded by gorgeous Higan cherry trees. They bloom in the fall so they were covered with fragrant deep pink flowers and on some of them I could also see clumps of black cherries. I don’t even know why I knew so much about them, I had just always found them beautiful. Being on the trail at this point was like being enclosed in an aromatic greenhouse.
I followed Aiden, continuing to marvel at the beauty around me for a few miles before we came to a junction in the trail. To the left was another creek and to the right was a stunning lush, green meadow. Aiden reigned in his horse and I did the same.
“It’s all so beautiful,” I told him. “Beautiful doesn’t even really describe it, it’s more like breathtaking.”
“It is yes, I ride up here as often as I can. It’s good for the soul, I think. It makes me feel close to the earth, and when I get up here I feel at peace. It’s not a feeling that comes easily in the city. I’d take you out across the meadow but this time of year it gets a little boggy from all the rain. I wouldn’t want our horses getting stuck.”
“Oh well, it’s still lovely to look at,” I told him. We started back up the trail once more, we were climbing, but at such a gentle angle it was barely noticeable. When we reached a peak, Aiden stopped once more.
“Come closer and take a look.” I did, and what I saw literally took my breath away. Below us was another meadow, but this one was covered in a lush carpet of colorful wild flowers. I could see the faint outline of the city in the distance and if it would have been green I would have thought I was on the path to the Emerald City. The creek that we’d crossed earlier looked like a big snake as it wound along below us. After I got an eyeful of all of that, he led me around a ridge and from there we had a view of what looked like a deep valley. It was fenced off with bright white fences and everywhere you looked, horses and cattle could be seen grazing. They looked peaceful. In the center of all of that sat a huge white three story home. The side of the house that faced our direction at the moment had windows that rose from ground to ceiling and it was easy to see that it would afford anyone sitting inside a front row seat to every morning’s sunrise. I couldn’t even imagine having a life like that.
“Is that where you live?” I asked him. In that gorgeous, fairy tale house, Prince Charming.
“That’s my main residence, yes,” he said. “It’s my favorite.”
“Your favorite? You have more than one home?” Another thing that I cannot imagine.
He smiled and said, “Yes, I have three. I have a penthouse apartment in the city, this one and a summer house at the lake.”
“Wow,” I said, thinking of what he’d asked me to do and also about how happy this would all make a child. I would have died for a place like this to grow up in. Aiden let me sit and just drink in the view for a while. I had a hard time taking my eyes off the house and imagining what it would be like to live in a place like that. I wondered what it looked like inside, and if he lived in that gigantic house alone. Then I caught myself imagining what it would be like to live there myself. I pictured the two of us having coffee in that sunny nook after a long night of…..Never mind, I shook that thought off quickly. He asked once again if I was ready.
“Yes, this is all so beautiful, Aiden. You must be very happy here.”
“It’s lonely,” he said. “I stay at the penthouse most of the time. It’s less square footage to roam on my own.”
It was hard for me to fathom that I’d known this man for over two months and hardly knew anything about him. Now I was suddenly getting to know more about him than I’d ever imagined I would. I was also starting to figure out that he wasn’t happy, no matter how much money he had.
We turned and headed back down the same trail until we came to the fork we’d gone up to the right the last time. This time we went left and as we rode along, I kept seeing chunks of something white glinting off the sun. Pulling Snowflake to a stop I asked, “What are those white, shiny things?”
“They’re pieces of quartz…white quartz,” he said.
“They’re so pretty. Are they here naturally, or did you have them placed here?”
“No they’re a natural part of the landscape. I haven’t moved or changed anything out here. Mother nature did a fine job arranging it all already.”
“She sure did,” I agreed.
“The Washoe Indians consider this area of land sacred. The tribe was angry about me buying the land in the first place. I’ve shown them since that I have no interest in ruining this place, it’s perfect like it is. I’m actually an honorary member of the tribal council now,” he told me with a smile. “Are you getting hungry?”
“Yes,” I told him, “Starving actually.”
“Okay, follow me, our table is ready.”
I wondered what he meant by that, but I followed him a short way down the side of the ridge. At the bottom of the gentle slope was a flat area of green grass and Aiden stopped and got off his horse. He came over and helped me down off mine. His hands on me once again sent a jolt of electricity through my body.
His touch on my waist lingered just a bit longer than necessary and for a few seconds his face was so close to mine that I could feel his breath across my lips. I shuddered and took a step back, hoping to eliminate the sudden raw desire I felt to put my lips against his. He grinned, like he not only knew the effect he had on me, but he was satisfied by it as well. I wish I had that kind of confidence in myself.
“Do you want some help setting it up?” I asked him as he laid the blanket he’d brought across the soft grass and began setting up our lunch.
“No, today is your day to be waited on. You wait on me every day.” I walked over to the edge, and as I looked out over the property from one of the highest points of it while he set up our lunch I thought about how nice this was. No one ever waited on me. Even when I lived at home with my mother, I was still fending for myself. I’d been on dates of course and had what I call mini relationships, but none of them had stuck long enough to find out what it was like to have someone wait on you or fawn over you. I’d have to be careful, I might get used to this and say yes to the proposition of his for the wrong reasons. Each time I had that thought, I had to remind myself about the walking away part. He’d not given me any reason to believe that he would want to keep me too.