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  “But why isn’t your life your own?”

  The chopper dipped and she gasped and grabbed the armrests on either side of her hips. “What was that?”

  “A pocket of air.” Utterly unconcerned, he made an adjustment to the instruments. “I’ll take us up a bit higher for a smoother ride.”

  Oh God. They were going even higher. Be Amelia Ear-hart , she told herself, but it didn’t work. Maybe because things hadn’t ended so well for Amelia. Choosing not to think on that too deeply, she pulled out her cell phone.

  “You won’t have reception up here,” he said. “Nor would anyone be able to hear you.”

  “I need to text everyone my good-byes.”

  A big hand settled over hers. “In the seat behind you, grab my bag.”

  When she’d done that, he reached over and pulled out his camera. He flicked off the lens cover and turned it on. Then he set it to auto mode.

  The moron-proof button.

  “Go for it,” he said.

  She stared at him. “You want me to take your picture?”

  “I want you to take pictures of whatever you want.”

  The Canon was digital and obviously expensive. She brought it carefully up to her face and looked through the lens at the admittedly amazing view. “Is this a distraction technique?”

  “Yes.”

  She laughed and let it work. After a few minutes, she turned the camera on him.

  He was dressed in his usual cargo pants, the pockets filled with his essentials. Probably all sorts of tools, and a variety of weapons, and maybe the secrets of his world.

  Last week, when she’d been at the loft and gotten him out of those pants, she’d seen the pile of things from his pockets on the dresser. Money, a credit card, his driver’s license, and a wicked-looking pocketknife was as far as she’d gotten before she’d realized he’d been watching her.

  She’d braced for his annoyance at her snooping, but it turned out that her curiosity about him had amused him.

  “Just ask,” he’d said in that low, easy voice of his. “Ask whatever you want to know.”

  “And you’ll answer?”

  He’d just smiled at her.

  At the time, she’d blown out a breath and chickened out. Now she looked at his perfectly fitted cargo pants and wondered if one of today’s essentials included a condom.

  She had three in her purse now. Her new emergency stash, in the same pocket as her gummy bears—also an emergency stash. Just ask . . . “Do you ever get lonely? Up here in the air?”

  “Lonely for what?”

  “Friends. Family.”

  “I’m not always in the air,” he pointed out. “And anyway, there are cell phones. E-mail. Visiting . . .”

  “But you don’t. Visit.”

  “I haven’t made a habit of it, no.”

  “So you’re saying that you’re a creature of habit? You stick with routine?”

  That got a bark of laughter from him. “That’s new,” he murmured to himself, or so it seemed. “Creature of habit. Routine. Never been accused of either before.”

  “What about women?”

  He glanced over at her. “What about them?”

  “Haven’t you ever wanted to change your life for a woman?”

  “No.”

  A little shiver of disappointment went through her. “You’ve never been in love?”

  “I’ve been in lust,” he said with a small, private smile. “More than once.”

  She rolled her eyes as beside her he let out a breath. “The truthful answer is no,” he said quietly. “I’ve never been in love.”

  They fell silent, and Lilah thought that was that.

  “But you,” he finally said. “You, Lilah, scare the hell out of me.”

  “Why?” she whispered.

  He met her gaze and held it. “Because I could fall for you, Lilah. Hard and deep and never want to come back up.”

  She could scarcely breathe. “What’s wrong with that?”

  “We’d drown.” And with that, he went back to his quiet flying zone.

  Brady found himself smiling in sheer pleasure at the gorgeous day sprawled out in front of them, hundreds of miles in every direction, a maze of mountains and valleys that included a national forest.

  Not a town or a paved road was visible. There was something about the high-pitched whine and whistle of a chopper, coupled with that sweet aroma of burning jet fuel that was more intoxicating than anything he’d ever experienced.

  The wild northern Idaho wilderness was as untamed as it had been in the early 1800s when Lewis and Clark came through. He could see the crests of the ridges of the Bitter-roots and beyond. The countless lakes and rivers and a glacier-scoured basin more formidable and rockier than just about anywhere on earth caught his breath in a way he hadn’t expected.

  If he ever wished to claim a home base, it would be here, the first place to make him feel wanted. He glanced over at his passenger.

  And the most recent place to make him feel wanted . . .

  Unlike him, Lilah wasn’t smiling in sheer pleasure. They’d hit some turbulence and she was gripping the arms of the seat like she was expecting to go down any second and the armrests would save her. He’d asked her several times if she was okay, and he started to ask again. “Lilah? Are you—”

  “Don’t,” she said through her teeth. “Don’t ask me if I’m okay because I don’t know. And we need to land soon, or I swear I’ll stick you with the three kittens that were found at the river yesterday.”

  He landed soon.

  She handled that with only a quietly repeated mantra that went something like “We’re okay, we’re okay.” He was both proud and amused by her attempt at bravery. She was still sitting there, muscles clenched tight, eyes closed, when he opened her seat belt for her. “Good news,” he said. “We’re in one piece.”

  She cracked open an eye, took a peek, and then a deep breath. “We made it.”

  He felt his heart squeeze even as he laughed. “Lilah. Lilah, look at me.”

  She turned her head and met his gaze, face still pale.

  He shoved his sunglasses to the top of his head so she could get a good look at him. “Two things. One, if there’d been even a sliver of a doubt about this thing being anything less than one hundred percent air-worthy, I’d never have brought you with me.”

  She stared at him, then nodded, even giving him a small, trusting smile. “You’re right. I knew that. What’s the second thing?”

  He paused. “There’s a problem with one of the gauges.”

  “Oh God. Okay.” She nodded. “We’ll just rent a car and drive home.”

  Leaning close, he ran a thumb over her pale cheek. “We can fly without it. I just don’t want to. I’ll get a replacement from this airport’s maintenance department and have it fixed in no time.”

  “In no time,” she repeated, clearly realizing that that meant she was indeed still taking the chopper back. “That’s . . . great.”

  Because she was still shaking like a leaf, he leaned in and kissed her softly. “Come on, Amelia. You look like you need your feet firmly on the ground. Let’s go eat.”

  She nodded but didn’t move.

  “Want me to fly us to the restaurant?”

  “Ha. And no.” She rose, wobbled, and pointed at him. “Not a word.”

  He was good at not saying a word and, with an arm slung around her shoulders, led them across the tarmac and inside the airport.

  The maintenance department informed them that they were backed up and needed an hour to locate the part Brady needed. Instead of waiting, Brady got them a cab and they headed to town. At an outdoor café, they ate fresh salmon and drank beer delivered in a metal bucket, all while being serenaded by a trio of birds sitting on a branch of a tree. Afterward they window-shopped as the sun set, walking down the main drag past a few galleries and artsy shops with the other tourists. Actually, Lilah shopped, and Brady just watched her. It was quickly becoming a favorite pasti