"Persistent and confident." She paused, made a wry little face. "The answer is still no. I don't date."
This time he was more than surprised, he was stunned. Of all the things he had expected to come out of her mouth, that particular statement had never crossed his mind. Damn, had he so badly miscalculated? "At all? Or just men?"
"At all." She gestured helplessly. "See, this is why I tried to ignore you, because I didn't want to go into an explanation that you wouldn't accept, anyway. No, I'm not gay, I like men very much, but I don't date. End of explanation."
His relief was so intense, he felt a little dizzy. "If you like men, why don't you date?"
"See?" she demanded on a frustrated rush of air . "You didn't accept it. You immediately started asking questions."
"Damn it, did you think I'd just let it drop? There's something between us, Sunny. I know it, and you know it. Or are you going to ignore that, too?"
"That's exactly what I'm going to do."
He wondered if she realized what she had just admitted. "Were you raped?"
"No!" she half shouted, goaded out of control. "I just… don't… date."
She was well on her way to losing her temper, he thought, amused. He grinned. "You're pretty when you're mad."
She sputtered, then began laughing. "How am I supposed to stay mad when you say things like that?"
"You aren't. That's the whole idea."
"Well, it worked. What it didn't do was change my mind. I'm sorry," she said gently, sobering. "It's just… I have my reasons. Let it drop. Please."
"Okay." He paused. "For now."
She gave an exaggerated groan that had him smiling again. "Why don't you try to take a nap?" he suggested. "You have to be tired, and we still have a long flight ahead of us."
"That's a good idea. You can't badger me if I'm asleep."
With that wry shot, she leaned her head back against the seat. Chance reached behind her seat and produced a folded blanket. "Here. Use this as a pillow, or you'll get a stiff neck."
"Thanks." She took off the headset and tucked the blanket between her head and shoulder, then shifted around in her seat to get more comfortable.
Chance let silence fall, occasionally glancing at her to see if she really fell asleep. About fifteen minutes later, her breathing deepened and evened out into a slow rhythm. He waited a few minutes longer, then eased the plane into a more westerly direction, straight into the setting sun.
Chapter Four
"Sunny." The voice was insistent, a little difficult to hear, and accompanied by a hand on her shoulder, shaking her. "Sunny, wake up."
She stirred and opened her eyes, stretching a little to relieve the kinks in her back and shoulders. "Are we there?"
Chance indicated the headset in her lap, and she slipped it on. "We have a problem," he said quietly.
The bottom dropped out of her stomach, and her heartbeat skittered. No other words, she thought, could be quite as terrifying when one was in an airplane. She took a deep breath, trying to control the surge of panic. "What's wrong?" Her voice was surprisingly steady. She looked around, trying to spot the problem in the cluster of dials in the cockpit, though she had no idea what any of them meant. Then she looked out of the window at the rugged landscape below them, painted in stark reds and blacks as the setting sun threw shadows over jagged rock. "Where are we?"
"Southeastern Oregon."
The engine coughed and sputtered. Her heart felt as if it did, too. As soon as she heard the break in the rhythm, she became aware that the steady background whine of the motor had been interrupted several times while she slept. Her subconscious had registered the change in sound but not put it in any context. Now the context was all too clear.
"I think it's the fuel pump," he added, in answer to her first question.
Calm. She had to stay calm. She pulled in a deep breath, though her lungs felt as if they had shrunk in size. "What do we do?"
He smiled grimly. "Find a place to set it down before it falls
This time he was more than surprised, he was stunned. Of all the things he had expected to come out of her mouth, that particular statement had never crossed his mind. Damn, had he so badly miscalculated? "At all? Or just men?"
"At all." She gestured helplessly. "See, this is why I tried to ignore you, because I didn't want to go into an explanation that you wouldn't accept, anyway. No, I'm not gay, I like men very much, but I don't date. End of explanation."
His relief was so intense, he felt a little dizzy. "If you like men, why don't you date?"
"See?" she demanded on a frustrated rush of air . "You didn't accept it. You immediately started asking questions."
"Damn it, did you think I'd just let it drop? There's something between us, Sunny. I know it, and you know it. Or are you going to ignore that, too?"
"That's exactly what I'm going to do."
He wondered if she realized what she had just admitted. "Were you raped?"
"No!" she half shouted, goaded out of control. "I just… don't… date."
She was well on her way to losing her temper, he thought, amused. He grinned. "You're pretty when you're mad."
She sputtered, then began laughing. "How am I supposed to stay mad when you say things like that?"
"You aren't. That's the whole idea."
"Well, it worked. What it didn't do was change my mind. I'm sorry," she said gently, sobering. "It's just… I have my reasons. Let it drop. Please."
"Okay." He paused. "For now."
She gave an exaggerated groan that had him smiling again. "Why don't you try to take a nap?" he suggested. "You have to be tired, and we still have a long flight ahead of us."
"That's a good idea. You can't badger me if I'm asleep."
With that wry shot, she leaned her head back against the seat. Chance reached behind her seat and produced a folded blanket. "Here. Use this as a pillow, or you'll get a stiff neck."
"Thanks." She took off the headset and tucked the blanket between her head and shoulder, then shifted around in her seat to get more comfortable.
Chance let silence fall, occasionally glancing at her to see if she really fell asleep. About fifteen minutes later, her breathing deepened and evened out into a slow rhythm. He waited a few minutes longer, then eased the plane into a more westerly direction, straight into the setting sun.
Chapter Four
"Sunny." The voice was insistent, a little difficult to hear, and accompanied by a hand on her shoulder, shaking her. "Sunny, wake up."
She stirred and opened her eyes, stretching a little to relieve the kinks in her back and shoulders. "Are we there?"
Chance indicated the headset in her lap, and she slipped it on. "We have a problem," he said quietly.
The bottom dropped out of her stomach, and her heartbeat skittered. No other words, she thought, could be quite as terrifying when one was in an airplane. She took a deep breath, trying to control the surge of panic. "What's wrong?" Her voice was surprisingly steady. She looked around, trying to spot the problem in the cluster of dials in the cockpit, though she had no idea what any of them meant. Then she looked out of the window at the rugged landscape below them, painted in stark reds and blacks as the setting sun threw shadows over jagged rock. "Where are we?"
"Southeastern Oregon."
The engine coughed and sputtered. Her heart felt as if it did, too. As soon as she heard the break in the rhythm, she became aware that the steady background whine of the motor had been interrupted several times while she slept. Her subconscious had registered the change in sound but not put it in any context. Now the context was all too clear.
"I think it's the fuel pump," he added, in answer to her first question.
Calm. She had to stay calm. She pulled in a deep breath, though her lungs felt as if they had shrunk in size. "What do we do?"
He smiled grimly. "Find a place to set it down before it falls
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