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  world and so far out of his league that if he didn’t still have her nail indentations in his ass from that last time they’d been together, he might have believed he’d dreamed it all up.

  In that damn workshop, she’d told him she loved him. And then she hadn’t really spoken to him since. Now they were in the “real” world, whatever the fuck that meant, so—

  “Nice plane,” she said quietly, staring up at the Cheetah.

  “Yeah.”

  “Do you remember what I said to you on Stone Cay?”

  “You said a lot of things. You said, for instance, that I have an ego.”

  “I said ridiculous ego.”

  “Right,” he said dryly. “Thank you for the clarification.”

  “I also said that you’re big, bad, and so damn sexy that you make me melt.”

  He stared at her profile. “No, you never said that. I most definitely would have remembered that.”

  “Well, I thought it. I also thought that you make me smile. You make me laugh, too, and you make me think.” She turned her head and looked at him. “You make me feel whole, Brody, when I’ve never felt whole before. But that’s not what I was referring to.” Her baby blues softened with things that made his heart pick up speed. “I meant it when I said I love you.”

  “You said it under extreme duress.”

  “It doesn’t matter whether I said it while thinking we were going to die, or when you were buried deep inside me, or now, when we’re just standing here . . . I mean it.”

  “You never said it when I was buried inside you.”

  “Which I plan to rectify ASAP.” She let out a breath, suddenly looking touchingly nervous. “What I’m trying to say is that we are a unit. And that I do love you. So much. And . . .”

  Jesus, there was an and? He didn’t think he could take an and.

  “And like you once said to me, I can’t keep walking away from anyone and everyone who cares about me. I always thought I had to be alone to feel safe and secure, but that plan has a fatal flaw, one I never saw coming.”

  “Which is?”

  “Alone isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Which means it’s time for a new plan, Brody.”

  “And that is?” he barely managed when she paused.

  “Staying.” She gnawed on her lower lip. “I thought maybe we could make this thing official. I don’t really know what your plans are regarding us and this whole unit thing, if you wanted us to date or something more . . .”

  He found his voice. “Something more. Way more.”

  “Me, too.” She nodded and still looking off center, swallowed hard. “More like . . . I do more.”

  “Hang on.” He grabbed her. “Are you proposing?”

  “Trying.” She gripped him tight. “Brody West, will you—”

  “Yes.” He tugged her close. “Christ, yes.”

  “I didn’t finish even asking you yet.”

  “Yes to anything,” he vowed. “Everything. As long as it’s with you.”

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  Noah Fisher needed a double-diamond ski slope, a hot ski-bunny babe, and a beer, and not necessarily in that order.

  Mammoth Mountain, here he came.

  He studied the gauges in front of him, then stroked the dash of his favorite Piper. “Don’t worry, baby. The weather’s going to hold for us.”

  Hopefully.

  He put on his headset, then took a moment to lean back and draw in a deep breath. His first flight in six months. Man, he was ready to get into the sky, heading for that desperately needed R&R.

  R&R, and hopefully that ski bunny . . .

  With that in mind, he okayed his takeoff and began to taxi down the runway, the scent of the burrito Maddie had left for him on the copilot’s seat making his mouth water. Within five minutes, he was ten thousand feet and counting as he headed toward his utter freedom.

  God, he loved, loved, being up here. Here there were no distractions, no memories, nothing but a spattering of cotton-ball clouds and azure sky as far as he could see.

  Just what the doctor had ordered.

  He checked the instruments and then the horizon. Ah, yeah, conditions were good. The Piper was doing her thing, as always. She was a classic, though not necessarily a beauty, which meant that most of their customers wouldn’t have given her a second look.

  Their loss.

  She flew like a dream. He could fix her up real pretty, he knew, and then everyone would be clamoring for her, but he didn’t feel the need to share her.

  As he leveled out, he grabbed a stowed-away chocolate bar to munch on before the burrito. He’d always eaten his dessert first, because hell, once upon a time, he hadn’t known when and where his next meal would come from. Chewing, he began to picture the weekend ahead: the slopes, the wind in his face, powdery snow up to his knees as he plowed straight down the mountain, his hair blown back by his own speed. . . .

  Then he pictured the sexy ski bunnies waiting in the warm lodge afterward, and one of those rare but genuine smiles tugged at his mouth.

  Yeah, a sexy ski bunny—or two—was key to this whole event. She’d be an expert in erotic massage, of course, and ready, willing, and able to do . . . well, pretty much whatever came to mind.

  And plenty did.

  At the thought, he actually smiled again.

  Yes sirree, his muscles were getting quite the workout today, after six long months of neglect. Thanks to his crash, it’d been a long time since he’d fantasized about women, or even craved sex at all—

  A rustle sounded from behind Noah, startling the shit out of him, but before he could react, something jammed into his shoulder, something that unbelievably felt an awful lot like a—

  Gun?

  “Keep flying,” said a ragged voice. “Just keep flying.”

  Holy shit. Noah craned his neck. The soft, fuzzy blanket he kept on the backseat was on the floor now. She’d been hiding beneath it, and yeah, the person behind him was most definitely a she. Once upon a time, he’d been considered an expert on the species, and despite her gruff, uneven tones, her voice shimmered with nerves.

  Female nerves.

  Unbelievably, he’d just been hijacked by a nervous woman with a gun. He tried to get a good look at her, but the gun shifted to his jaw, shoving his head forward before he could take in more than a big, bulky sweater with a hood down low over her face—

  “Don’t turn around,” she demanded. “Just keep us in the air.”

  He could. He’d been a pilot ever since the day he’d been old enough, flying on a daily basis, either for a job or on a whim, into a storm or with one on his ass, without much thought.

  He was giving it plenty of thought now. “Hell, no.” His fingers tightened on the yoke. Goddamnit. “What the fuck is this?”

  “You’re flying me to Mammoth Mountain.”

  “Hell, no, I’m not.”

  “Yes, you are. You have no choice.” Then she let out a disparaging, desperate sound and softened her voice. “Look, just get us there, okay? Get us there and everything will be all right.”

  Yeah, except that she didn’t sound as if she believed that line of crap, and he sure as hell didn’t believe it either. Worse, he suddenly had a nasty flashback to another of his flights that had gone bad, six months ago. Only in that one, there’d been no gun, just a hell of a storm in Baja California, where he’d hit a surprise thunderstorm, one with a vicious kick. That time he’d ended up on a side of a mountain in a fiery crash, holding his passenger as she died in his arms. . . .

  So really, in comparison, this flight, with a measly gun at his back, should be a piece of cake. Just a day in the life.

  Knowing it, he swiped a forearm over his forehead and concentrated on breathing. Maybe she was all talk, no show. Maybe she didn’t really know how to use the weapon. Maybe he could talk her out of the insanity that had become his life today. “How did you get in here?”