“Sunny,” he said in a cajoling tone.
“Don’t ‘Sunny’ me,” she warned, fighting her way into her clothes. Since they barely had room to move, he began dodging elbows and knees, and his hands slipped over some very interesting places. “Stop it! I mean it, Chance! I’m too sore for any more monkey business.”
More to tease her than anything else, he zeroed in on an interesting place that had her squealing. She shot out of the tent, and he collapsed on his back, laughing—until she raised the tent flap and dashed some cold water on him.
“There,” she said, hugely satisfied by his yelp. “One cold shower, just what you needed.” Then she ran.
If she thought the fact that he was naked would hamper his pursuit, she found out differently. He snatched up a bottle of water as he passed by their cache of supplies and caught her before she had gone fifty yards. She was laughing like a maniac, otherwise she might have gotten away. He held her with one arm and poured the water over her head. It was ice-cold from having been left out all night, and she shrieked and sputtered and giggled, clinging to him when her legs went weak from so much laughter.
“Too sore to walk, huh?” he demanded.
“I w-wasn’t walking,” she said, giggling as she pushed her wet hair out of her face. Cold droplets splattered on him, and he shivered.
“Damn, it’s cold,” he said. The sun was barely up, so the temperature was probably in the forties.
She slapped his butt. “Then get some clothes on. What do you think this is, a nudist colony?”
He draped his arm around her shoulders, and they walked back to the camp. Her playfulness delighted him; hell, everything about her delighted him, from her wit to her willingness to laugh. And the sex—God, the sex was unbelievable. He didn’t doubt she was sore, because he was. Last night had been a night to remember.
When she awakened yesterday afternoon she had been naturally melancholy, the normal aftermath of intense emotions. He hadn’t talked much, letting her relax. She went with him to check the traps, which were still empty, and they had bathed together. After a quiet supper of rabbit and cactus they went to bed, and he had devoted the rest of the night to raising her spirits. His efforts had worked.
“How are your hands?” he asked. If she could pull his chest hairs and slap his butt, the antibiotic cream must have worked wonders.
She held them out, palms up, so he could see. The redness from the burns was gone, and her raw fingertips looked slick and shiny. “I’ll wrap Band-Aids around them before I get started,” she said.
“Get started doing what?”
She gave him a startled look. “Cutting handholds in the rock, of course.”
He was stunned. He stared at her, unable to believe what he was hearing. “You’re not climbing back on that damn wall!” he snapped.
Her eyebrows rose in what he now recognized as her “the-hell-you-say” look. “Yes, I am.”
He ground his teeth. He couldn’t tell her they would be “rescued” today, but no way was he letting her wear herself out hacking holes in rock or put herself at that kind of risk.
“I’ll do it,” he growled.
“I’m smaller,” she immediately objected. “It’s safer for me.”
She was trying to protect him again. He felt like beating his head against a rock in frustration.
“No, it isn’t,” he barked. “Look, there’s no way you can cut enough handholds for us to climb out of here in the next two days. You got, what, twelve feet yesterday? If you managed twelve feet a day—and you wouldn’t get that much done today, with your hands the way they are—it would take you over a week to reach the top. That’s if—if—you didn’t fall and kill yourself.”
“So what am I supposed to do?” she shot back. “Just give up?”
“Today you aren’t going to do a damn thing. You’re going to let your hands heal if I have to tie you to a rock, is that clear?”
She looked as if she wanted to argue, but he was a lot bigger than she was, and maybe she could tell by his expression that he meant exactly what he said. “All right,” she muttered. “Just for today.”
He hoped she would keep her word, because he would have to leave her alone while he went to the spot where he signaled Zane. He would just have to risk it, but there would be hell to pay if he came back to find her on that rock.
He quickly dressed, shivering, and they ate another cold breakfast of water and nutrition bar, since there wasn’t anything left of the rabbit from the night before. Tomorrow morning, he promised himself, breakfast would be bacon and eggs, with a mountain of hash browns and a pot of hot coffee.
“I’m going to check the traps,” he said, though he knew there wouldn’t be anything in them. When he’d checked them the afternoon before, knowing they would be leaving here today, he had quietly released them so they couldn’t be sprung. “Just tend to the fire and keep it smoking. You take it easy today, and I’ll wash our clothes this afternoon.” That was a safe promise to make.
“It’s a deal,” she said, but he could tell she was thinking about Margreta.
He left her sitting by the fire. It was a good ten-minute walk to the designated spot, but he hurried, unwilling to leave her to her own devices for so long. Taking the laser light from his pocket, he aimed it toward the rock on the rim and began flashing the pickup signal. Immediately Zane flashed back asking for confirmation, to make certain there wasn’t an error. After all, they hadn’t expected this to happen so fast. Chance flashed the signal again and this time received an okay.
He dropped the light back in his pocket. He didn’t know how long it would take for Zane to arrange the pickup, but probably not long. Knowing Zane, everything was already in place.
He was walking back to the camp when the small twin-engine plane flew over. A grin spread across his face. That was Zane for you!
He began running, knowing Sunny would be beside herself. He heard her shrieking before he could see her; then she came into view, jumping in her glee as she came to meet him. “He saw me!” she screamed, laughing and crying at the same time. “He waggled the wings! He’ll come back for us, won’t he?”
He caught her as she hurled herself into his arms and couldn’t stop himself from planting a long, hard kiss on that laughing mouth. “He’ll come back,” he said. “Unless he thought you were just waving hello at him.” The opportunity to tease her was too great to resist, considering she had pulled his chest hair and poured cold water on him. He’d retaliated for the cold water; this was for the hair-pulling.
She looked stricken, the laughter wiped from her face as if it had never been. “Oh, no,” she whispered.
He didn’t have the heart to keep up the pretense. “Of course he’ll come back,” he chided. “Waggling the wings was the signal that he saw you and would send help.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, blinking back tears.
“I promise.”
“I’ll get you for this.”
He had to kiss her again, and he didn’t stop until she had melted against him, her arms locked around his neck. He hadn’t thought he would be interested in sex for quite a while, not after last night, but she proved him wrong.
He huffed out a breath and released her. “Stop man-handling me, you hussy. We have to get packed.”
The smile she gave him was brilliant, like the sun rising, and it warmed him all the way through.
They gathered their belongings. Chance returned her pistol to her, and watched her break it down and store the pieces in their hiding places. Then they walked back to the plane and waited.
Rescue came in the form of a helicopter, the blades beating a thumping rhythm in the desert air, the canyon echoing with the sound. It hovered briefly over them, then lowered itself like a giant mosquito. Sand whipped into their air, stinging them, and Sunny hid her face against his shirt.
A sixtyish man with a friendly face and graying beard hopped out of the bird. “You folks need some help?” he called.
“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. “Everyone’s glad t
he plane didn’t crash, that I’m alive—but the fact that I didn’t die makes it a little less forgivable that I didn’t deliver the package on time. The customer still wants it, though, so I still have to go to Seattle.”
She came to him as naturally as if they had been together for years, and just as naturally he found himself slipping his arm around her slender waist. “Screw ’em,” he said dismissively. He lifted the box. “Guess what I have.”
She beamed. “The keys to the kingdom.”
“Close enough. Charlie’s going to take me back to the plane so I can swap out the fuel pump. Do you want to go with me, or stay here and rest until I get back?”
“Go with you,” she said promptly. “I don’t know anything about airplanes, but I can keep you company while you work. Are we coming back here, anyway?”
“Sure. This is as good a place to refuel as any.” Plus she wouldn’t find out they weren’t in Oregon as he’d told her.
“Then I’ll leave my bag here, if that’s all right with Rabbit.” She looked inquiringly at Rabbit, who nodded his head.
“That’ll be just fine, ma’am. Put it in the office and it’ll be as safe as a baby in the womb.”
Sunny walked away to get the bag. She felt safe, Chance realized, otherwise she would never let the bag out of her possession. Except for her worry for Margreta, these last few days she must have felt free, unburdened by the need to constantly look over her shoulder.
He had enjoyed their little adventure, too, every minute of it, because he had known they weren’t in any danger. Sunny made him feel more alive than he ever had before, even when he was angry at her because she had just scared him half to death. And when he was inside her—then he was as close to heaven as he was ever likely to get. The pleasure of making love to her was so intense it was almost blinding.
He grinned to himself as he hefted his own overnight bag. No way was he leaving it here; after all, the condoms were in it. No telling what might happen when he and Sunny were alone.