workers,â she snapped.
âI donât intend to. Now if youâll give me that contract, I can sign it and get to work.â
âMother made a change.â She dropped her backpack, flipped it open and then pulled out the lease. She wanted to crumple it into a ball and toss it over the cliff, but she forced an impassive glare and handed it to Jake.
Skye pointed out the crossed out clause. âThe lease is for the summer only with no extension.â
Jake sighed. He took off his hat and rubbed his forehead. âThatâs not acceptable to me. We had an agreement.â He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed. âMrs. Metis? Jake Baxter here. I really need that clause in the lease. I canât jeopardize the dig with time constraints, and you gave me your word.â
As soon as she heard his cajoling voice and the way he reminded her mother of her promise, Skye knew her mother would cave. Mary Metis prided herself on being a woman of her word. Besides, Jake had a way of presenting his view that seemed so plausible.
He handed her the phone, and she listened while her mother told her to reinstate the clause. Skye knew better than to argue. Nothing was more important to her mother than her word.
She clicked off the phone and handed it back to Jake. She crossed out the correction her mother had made, though it pained her to do so.
âMay I borrow your pen?â
For a moment she was tempted to tell him no, but that would just delay the inevitable. She held out a pen without saying anything.
Jake took it and signed the lease with a flourish. âThank your mother for her willingness to advance science.â
âSo youâve won,â she said, her voice clipped.
Jake shrugged, and Skye felt her temper rise.
âIâd like to think weâll all win,â Jake said, with a disarming smile. âIâm not your enemy. Your mom makes a little money, and we might all discover something to benefit mankind.â
âWhat benefit is a bunch of bones?â She knew she was being argumentative, but the manâs confidence needed shaking up.
âWhat benefit are garnets?â
âAre you always so condescending?â Skye couldnât hold back the words.
Becca gave a nervous chuckle. âJake, be nice.â
Jake gave his sister a wounded look. âIâm being nice. But how are gems worth more than the history of life on earth?â
With Jakeâs gaze on her, Skye couldnât muster a single one of the arguments sheâd thought of on the way out here. For the first time, she questioned the value of her determination to find diamonds in her mine. At the end of life, they really would be worthless. Was she chasing something that held no real value?
But even Jakeâs vaunted scientific discovery would be nothing when standing before Godâs throne. And her motives werenât about money anyway.
She pressed her lips together and stuffed her copy of the lease back into her purse and handed Jake the other copy. âIt looks like I have no choice.â
The petite, dark-haired woman smiled and held out her hand. âNo one seems disposed to introduce us. IâmWynne Baxter. Becca was a Baxter before she married, but it seems weâre still stuck with Jake. Kidding aside, he is actually very conscious of the environment when he works a dig. I think youâll be pleasantly surprised how little heâll disturb the area.â
The knot in Skyeâs stomach uncoiled a bit by the young womanâs friendly manner. In different circumstances they might be friends. âI find that hard to believe.â
Wynne fell into step beside her, and they walked toward Skyeâs truck. âItâs going to be okay, Skye. Jake will be careful. Youâll see.â
Skye felt near tears and wasnât sure why. She felt as if Jake had made her appear to be a willful child. âWhy did he have to pick this spot?â She