by Jill Shalvis
“We’ve got to go,” she managed, her hips rocking restlessly.
“Not go. Come.” He unbuttoned his Levi’s, and with her help managed to liberate the essentials. She bashed her knee on the console, and he hit his elbow on the window, but finally, oh, God, finally, he pushed up into her and proceeded to make them both forget everything but this.
Chapter 15
Bailey had never been a particularly good flyer. Being in the air always made her nervous, but when she’d been with Alan in the back of a private jet, she’d been able to draw the shades and somehow pretend she wasn’t really thirty thousand feet above sea level.
There were no shades in the copilot’s seat.
Noah glanced at her. His eyes were covered in his aviator sunglasses, but the amusement was clear in the quirk of his mouth. “A lot more relaxing when you’re not hijacking someone, huh?”
Regret slashed through her. “Noah, I—”
“Hey.” Reaching over, he put a hand on her thigh. “That was a joke. Not funny, huh?”
“It’s just that I’ll never be able to tell you how sorry I am.”
“I don’t want you to be sorry. Let’s just get this done.”
She’d let him talk her into flying with him, and was torn between terror and relief that he’d be at her side in Catalina.
He got on the radio and called ahead to the airport there, asking if any other private aircraft had flown onto the island that morning.
They hadn’t.
He also checked in with the two local island charter services. They’d had two flights since dawn, one filled with a group of businessmen for a conference, the other with tourists. There were no cars on the island for visitors, only rental golf carts, and no one could say if anyone had gone exploring near Alan’s resort in one. But no one remembered four goons in black.
He called air traffic control next, because even though he was flying them directly to the private strip at the resort, he wanted to check on cloud coverage, or any other inclement weather.
Everything was clear.
Noah looked at her. “After this is over, you’ll be able to go on with your life.”
She’d been scared so long that being safe seemed completely out of the realm of believability, so much that she couldn’t wrap her mind around it. Going on with her life…What would that entail? Teaching? Yes.
Noah?
Terrifying how much she’d like that. But would he? How could he after what she’d put him through? And yet the way he looked at her said otherwise. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on her part.
But surely he couldn’t look at her like he did and intend to walk away….
Reaching for her hand, he pressed his lips against her palm, giving her stomach a little flutter.
And south of her stomach? More interesting reactions.
It still shocked her how with just a touch from him, she let go of all inhibitions. Last night had been so far out of her league that little tremors of sexual zings still coursed through her.
And then this morning in the Jeep…well. Just thinking about that had her squirming some more. No doubt, he could just look at her, and her body reacted. Proving it, he glanced over at her, and as if he could read her thoughts, cocked a brow, his eyes heating just a little.
Her nipples went hard.
Damn, she was easy. Ridiculous. She tried to distract herself with concentrating on what would happen to her if she didn’t lay her hands on the money, and that was indeed sobering enough to work. “I’m not sure this will ever end.”
“It will,” he said with such confidence, she wanted to believe. Oh, how she wanted to believe. “Shayne’s brother is a cop,” he said. “He could—”
“No.” She’d been warned what would happen if she did that, and she believed them. Shuddering, she hugged herself. “That won’t help me.”
“You’re not alone in this anymore, Bailey.” He tugged her hand until she looked at him. “I won’t leave you alone.”
Oh, God, he was something. Strong, sure. Amazing. What she’d ever done to deserve his belief in her, she’d never know. “Let’s just do this and see what happens.”
“And if it’s not there?”
“I have one other shot.” The Baja resort.
“What will you do with yourself?”
She realized he meant afterward, when this whole thing was over. It hadn’t been a dream she’d allowed to form. “I…I don’t know.”
His eyes narrowed as he turned his head from his controls. A frown tightened his mouth. “Damn it. You still don’t actually believe this is going to be over.”
She looked away, but he tugged her hand again until she craned her neck, looked him in the eyes—those amazing eyes—and sighed. “No,” she admitted.
Mouth grim, he checked his instruments, the horizon. “Don’t you give up on me now.”
Beneath them, the Pacific Ocean shimmered a brilliant blue. “I’m trying not to.”
“Trust me, we can do this.’
“You know I’m not so good with the trust thing. I…I need time.”
“How much time?”
“More than a day.”
“You’ve known me for more than a day. You knew me enough to make sure it was me on that plane yesterday, and no one else.” He looked at her, his eyes steady and sure. “Why was that, Bailey, if you didn’t trust me?”
The question caught her breath. Or maybe the man did that. But in any case, it became difficult to draw air into her lungs.
Because it was true. She was beginning to trust him. “It was almost easier before,” she said, watching the island in front of them get bigger and bigger as they got closer, lifting out of the water, its mountains reaching high up into the sky. “When it was just me in danger.”
“Bailey—”
“No. I hate knowing I’m putting your life on the line as well.”
“I’m a big boy, and can take care of myself.”
Yes, he’d proven that, hadn’t he? But it didn’t ease the worry, not one little bit. She watched him go through the landing procedure. Ahead, the island was lush, gorgeous, and she wished they were coming here for any other reason. “This resort is bigger than the Mammoth one.”
“Which means…?”
“It won’t be as easy as last night.”
A harsh laugh left him at that. “And last night was easy?”
Right. The truth was, it was only a matter of time before the goons caught up with her, and she wanted to have their money when they did. Looking into the warmest eyes she’d ever seen, she realized how very badly she wanted to live.
“Get ready,” he said. “We’re going in.”
Catalina Island was 42,000 acres of mostly craggy cliffs. Landing was always a bitch, made tougher by the winds and unsettled air currents.
But he’d experienced worse. A lot worse. Noah shut down the engine and looked at Bailey.
She was a little green, so he helped her out of the plane, where they stood on a large plateau and took in the view.
To their right, about three hundred feet straight down, lay the Pacific Ocean. On their left rose a set of jagged peaks, reaching for the sky in a huge half circle, protecting a valley, and a jaw-droppingly gorgeous if not slightly ostentatious resort.
He eyed the buildings from where they stood, noting that the place looked completely deserted, but then again, so had the Mammoth resort yesterday.
Next to him, the wind ruffled Bailey’s hair, plastering her sweater to her curves as she studied the resort, which was two buildings connected by a skyway between them, all overlooking the cliff and the jaw-dropping view with a steep road up to it. The road itself was gated, and appeared to be paved, or at least graveled, but there wasn’t a vehicle in sight.
Going to be quite a climb, he thought, and wondered if that part had occurred to Bailey yet. He eyed her high-heeled boots. “Ready?”
“There used to be a cart to take us up…”
Noah took in the sma
ll, one-story hangar at the side of the tarmac. No lights or movement there either. No bad guys with guns, though honestly, given the way things had been going, that meant jack shit.
They could be anywhere, waiting.
He liked the locked gate, though, a lot. Anyone following them would have to break through it. Good odds, but he kept watchful just the same because he knew it wouldn’t take much for anyone to discover where Alan’s resorts were, nor would it take much more to put someone in place at each, where they could sit back and wait for Bailey to come get what they wanted. “The hangar first.”
“Why?”
The door was locked, but as he led her around the perimeter, he found a gold mine. “Because of this.”
Bailey stared at the golf cart, which looked as though it had seen better days in the previous century. “This is the one.”
He helped her into it and proceeded to hotwire the thing to life, while Bailey just looked at him. “Who are you anyway, Superman?”
He’d been on his own a long time, and had learned a whole host of useful skills with which to survive. Once upon a time, some of those skills might have occasionally been illegal, but hey, he’d been young, scared, and starving.
He’d evolved since then, mostly, but this called for old drastic measures. “Superman would fly us up to the hotel.”
He stomped on the gas and they hit the gate which broke open.
“Hey, that works,” he said with a grin, and pushed the accelerator to the floor, which didn’t accomplish all that much as he drove them up the hill.
And actually, drove was a bit adventurous for what they really did, which was putt-putt up the mountain on the single lane rocky road at the same pace they could have jogged it. Noah would have liked more horsepower and speed.
Hell, he’d have liked to still be in bed. In Bailey, for that matter. “You okay?” he asked her over the sound of the rackety engine and the wind in their faces.
She nodded, but didn’t speak. He supposed that was as much nerves for what lay ahead as the fact that her teeth were rattling in her head as he bounced them along.
She was holding her hair back from her face with one hand and straightening her sunglasses with the other because they kept sliding down her face. She looked like the sexiest, cutest thing he’d ever seen, and right then and there his heart squeezed hard enough to hurt like hell. “So we’ll just go in, get out,” he told her. “We’ll be back on the plane in—holy shit!” He ducked as a bird, a huge bird, dive-bombed them.
She laughed. Laughed. The sound was so musical, so damned beautiful, he turned his head and just stared at her, and in doing so nearly crashed them into a rock.
“What?” she asked, self-consciously running a hand over her wild hair.
“I’ve never seen you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Laugh.” Smiling, he reached for her hand, and squeezed. “I love it. Do it again.”
With indeed another laugh, this one startled, she shook her head. “You’re crazy.”
“Of that, there’s never been any doubt.” He found himself grinning like a fool for no reason other than that he was with her, on Catalina Island, with the glorious afternoon sun beating down on him.
But the road was tricky, and required both hands, so he had to let go of her, something he really didn’t want to do. Halfway up the mountain, he felt her looking at him, and he glanced over.
“Why six months?” she asked.
“Huh?”
“Why six months since you’ve been intimate with a woman?”
“You’re kidding me.”
“I’m just wondering.”
She’d found some gloss in her purse and put it on her lips so that they looked shiny and wet.
Good enough to eat.
She was good enough to eat, and he knew exactly how she tasted.
The thought would have been enough to stir his body, but she was more stubborn than a mule and wasn’t going to be side-tracked.
“Noah?”
His smile faded because he didn’t want to talk about the crash. He never talked about it; there was no need. It’d happened, it’d been a tragedy, one he couldn’t avoid, and it was over.
Over.
But she was still looking at him, head cocked in that endearing way she had, with her long bangs falling over one eye.
Sighing, he turned his concentration back to the road in front of him, taking the last hairpin turn into the resort a little sharper than he should have, causing dust to rise up and choke him as effectively as his regrets of the past did. “I haven’t had time to date.”
“Now who’s the liar?” she asked softly.
Damn if that didn’t cut deep. He hated liars, and yeah, he’d just become one. But she was looking at him, waiting, and she wasn’t going to let him get away until he said something. Anything.
So he shocked himself by putting it out there between them, in real words. “My last date went…bad.”
“And you haven’t dated since?”
“Really, really bad, Bailey.”
Not giving her a chance to ask anything more, he took the last turn and parked beneath the shadow of the first building. Getting out of the golf cart, he peeked through the double glass doors to see inside.
The place definitely wasn’t as far along as the Mammoth resort. It was dry-walled, and probably had electricity, but that was about it. “There was lots left to do here,” he said when he heard Bailey come up next to him. The doors were locked, not surprisingly. And sturdy.
“Yeah. So exactly how bad was that date?” she asked single-mindedly.
“What? Jesus, Bailey.” He let out an annoyed sound but she didn’t budge, just stood there looking at him. “Now’s not a good time,” he pointed out.
She lifted a shoulder. “Seems like a great time to me.”
He stared at her, and she smiled sweetly.
Waiting.
Fine. “I killed her.”
“I…I don’t believe you.”
“Well, you should,” he said grimly, but before they could continue this ever so lovely conversation, he heard a very unwelcome sound.
The putt-putt-putt of another cart somewhere close by.
Chapter 16
Noah couldn’t tell if the cart was coming or going, but he didn’t take the time to find out. He just grabbed Bailey’s hand and began running. “Where’s Alan’s suite?”
“Near the spa,” she answered breathlessly. She was huffing and puffing. “It’s behind these buildings, in a separate building beyond the pool.”
