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  “Sure do,” Chance answered.

  When he was closer, the man stuck out his hand. “Charlie Jones, Civil Air Patrol. We’ve been looking for you for a couple of days. Didn’t expect to find you this far south.”

  “I veered off course looking for a place to land. Fuel pump went out.”

  “In that case, you’re mighty lucky. That’s rough territory out there. This might be the only spot in a hundred miles when you could have landed. Come on. I expect you folks are ready for a shower and some food.”

  Chance held out his hand to Sunny, and she gave him that brilliant smile again as she put her hand in his and they walked to the helicopter.

  Chapter 11

  Sunny was almost dizzy with mingled relief and regret; relief because she wouldn’t miss Margreta’s call, regret because this time with Chance, even under such trying conditions, had been the happiest, most fulfilling few days of her life and they were now over. She had known from the beginning that their time together was limited; once they were back in the regular world, all the old rules came back into play.

  She couldn’t, wouldn’t risk his life by letting him be a part of hers. He had given her two nights of bliss, and a lifetime of memories. That would have to be enough, no matter how much she was already aching at the thought of walking away from him and never seeing him again. At least now she knew what it was to love a man, to revel in his existence, and she was richer for it. She wouldn’t have traded these few days with him for any amount of money, no matter the price in loneliness she would have to pay.

  So she held his hand all during the helicopter flight to a small, ramshackle air field. The only building was made of corrugated metal, rounded at the top like a Quonset hut, with a wooden addition, housing the office, added to one side. If the addition had ever seen a coat of paint, the evidence of it had long since been blasted off by the wind-driven sand. After living under a rock for three days, Sunny thought the little field looked like heaven.

  Seven airplanes, of various makes and vintage, were parked with almost military precision along one side of the air strip. Charlie Jones landed his helicopter on a concrete pad behind the corrugated building. Three men, one wiping his greasy hands on a stained red rag, left the building by the back door and walked toward them, ducking their heads against the turbulence of the rotor blades.

  Charlie took off his headset and hopped out of the chopper, smiling. “Found ’em,” he called cheerfully to the approaching trio. To Chance and Sunny he said, “The two on the left fly CAP with me. Saul Osgood, far left, is the one who spotted your smoke this morning and radioed in your position. Ed Lynch is the one in the middle. The one with the greasy hands is Rabbit Warren, the mechanic here. His real name’s Jerome, but he’ll fight you if you call him that.”

  Sunny almost laughed aloud. She controlled the urge, but she was careful not to look at Chance as they shook hands with the three men and introduced themselves.

  “I couldn’t believe it when I saw your bird in that little bitty narrow canyon,” Saul Osgood said, shaking his head after Chance told them what had happened. “How you ever found it is a miracle. And to make a dead stick landing—” He shook his head again. “Someone was sure looking out for you, is all I can say.”

  “So you think it was your fuel pump went out, huh?” Rabbit Warren asked as they walked into the hangar.

  “Everything else checked out.”

  “It’s a Skylane, right?”

  “Yeah.” Chance told him the model, and Rabbit stroked his lean jaw.

  “I might have a pump for that. There was a feller in here last year flying a Skylane. He ordered some parts for it, then left and never did come back for ’em. I’ll check while you folks are refreshing yourselves.”

  If “refreshing” themselves had anything to do with a bathroom, Sunny was more than ready. Chance gave her the first turn, and she almost crooned with delight at the copious water that gushed from the faucet at a turn of the handle. And a flush toilet! She was in heaven.

  After Chance had his turn, they indulged in ice-cold soft drinks from a battered vending machine. A snack machine stood beside it, and Sunny surveyed the offerings with an eager eye. “How much change do you have?” she asked Chance.

  He delved his hand into his front pocket and pulled out his change, holding it out for Sunny to see. She picked out two quarters and fed them into the machine, punched a button, and a pack of cheese and crackers fell to the tray.

  “I thought you’d go for a candy bar,” Chance said as he fed more quarters into the machine and got a pack of peanuts.

  “That’s next.” She raised her eyebrows. “You didn’t think I was going to stop with cheese and crackers, did you?”

  Ed Lynch opened the door to the office. “Is there anyone you need to call? We’ve notified the FAA and called off the search, but if you have family you want to talk to, feel free to use the phone.”

  “I need to call the office,” Sunny said, pulling a wry face. She had a good excuse—a very good one—for not making her delivery, but the bottom line was that a customer was unhappy.

  Chance waited until she was on the phone, then strolled over to where Rabbit was making a show of looking for a fuel pump. His men were good, Chance thought; they had played this so naturally they should have been on the stage. Of course, subterfuge was their lives, just as it was his.

  “Everything’s good,” Chance said quietly. “You guys can clear out after Charlie takes us back to the canyon with the fuel pump.”

  Rabbit pulled a greasy box from a makeshift shelf that was piled with an assortment of parts and tools. Over Chance’s shoulder he eyed Sunny through the windowed door to the office. “You pulled a real hardship assignment this time, boss,” he said admiringly. “That’s the sweetest face I’ve seen in a while.”

  “There’s a sweet person behind it, too,” Chance said as he took the box. “She’s not part of the organization.”

  Rabbit’s eyebrows went up. “So all this was for nothing.”

  “No, everything is still a go. The only thing that’s changed is her role. Instead of being the key, she’s the bait. She’s been on the run from Hauer her entire life. If he knows where she is, he’ll come out of hiding.” He glanced around to make certain she was still on the phone. “Spread the word that we’re going to be extra careful with her, make sure she doesn’t get hurt. Hauer has already caused enough damage in her life.”

  And he himself was going to cause more, Chance thought bleakly. As terrified as she was of Hauer, when she learned Chance had deliberately leaked her location to the man she was going to go ballistic. That would definitely be the end of this relationship, but he’d known from the beginning this was only temporary. Like her, he wasn’t in any position for permanent ties. Sunny’s circumstances would change when her father was gone, but Chance’s wouldn’t; he would move on to another crisis, another security threat.

  Just because he was her first lover didn’t mean he would be her last.

  The idea shot a bolt of pure rage through him. Damn it, she was his—he caught the possessive thought and strangled it. Sunny wasn’t his; she was her own person, and if she found happiness in her life with some other man, he should be happy for her. She more than deserved anything good that came her way.

  He wasn’t happy. Her laughter, her passion—he wanted it all for himself. Knowing he couldn’t have her was already eating a huge hole out of his insides, but she deserved far better than a mongrel with blood on his hands. He had chosen his world, and he was well-suited for it. He was accustomed to living a lie, to pretending to be someone he wasn’t, to always staying in the shadows. Sunny was…sunny, both by name and by nature. He would enjoy her while he had her—by God, he’d enjoy her—but in the end he knew he would have to walk away.

  Sunny ended the call and left the office. Hearing the door close, he turned to watch her approach, and he let himself savor the pleasure of just watching her.

  She wrinkled her nose. “