Mel fell back onto the bed.
Long silence. “How ’bout the deed?” Dimi finally asked, slurring her words.
“Hey, have you been up all night?”
“Sleeping’s overrated.”
No doubt she’d stayed out all night trying to party away the stress. It wasn’t the first time, but for Mel, the worry never ceased. “Dimi—”
“Did you hear from Greg on the deed?”
“Too early for the attorney to call me,” Mel said slowly. “Look, take the morning off.” Sober up. “Or you’ll be dead on your feet.”
“Yeah. Okay.”
“And don’t worry. We’re going to be okay.”
“I know.” But Dimi didn’t sound as if she believed it, and Mel had to admit, she didn’t, either. She drove into the airport on pins and needles, still a little off balance from her dream. Get it together, she ordered herself. Because if you don’t, he’ll be able to see it.
But it was still on her mind all the way to North Beach until she sat at her desk and brought up her e-mail, where she received yet another unpleasant shock. She had an e-mail from LeaveItAlone at an Internet server she didn’t recognize, and nothing in the subject or body of the e-mail.
LeaveItAlone?
Mel forwarded the thing to Ernest. Who sent this? she typed in her e-mail, and wasn’t surprised to get an immediate response, which meant he was in the maintenance hangar on the computer scrolling through porn sites again instead of working.
Someone who thinks you’re a pain in the ass, he answered.
Mel sighed, rolled her eyes, and read the rest of his response.
But I’ll see what I can find out. In the meantime, stop pissing people off.
Yeah, yeah. Leave it alone.
What the hell did that mean? She’d received plenty of ambiguous mail over the years. Each and every time she raised their fuel prices, for instance. Or when she’d had to cut back North Beach’s hours of operation from 24/7 to six AM until five PM. Or when she’d once refused a rich client service for his five jets because he’d wanted her to arrange for prostitutes for all his crew.
But none of those had been anonymous threats. So who? Bo?
No. He wouldn’t go the anonymous route, he had no need to do so.
Still, the coincidence seemed too much to ignore…
Leave it alone. Leave what alone? The airport? The questionable deed in Bo’s hands? She closed her e-mail program and put the e-mail out of her mind. She had a long charter to Tuscon and back, a flight that would keep her away from North Beach until late, and it was time to put her head there. On the way out for her preflight check, she stopped at the café, where Char was working on something that smelled like pure heaven.
“White Trash Casserole, straight from my momma’s box of favorite recipes,” Char drawled over KISS screeching on the radio. Her purple hair was piled on top of her head, precariously held there by what looked like two pencils. She wore another pair of short shorts, and today’s T-shirt said: TAKE A BITE OF ME. PLEASE.
“Lord, it’s going to be a hot one today,” Char said. “Or maybe I’m just getting hot flashes.” She fanned herself with the hem of her shirt. “Anyway, got a late start this morning, sorry. This won’t be ready in time for you but I’ve got donuts.”
If Mel was compulsively early, Charlene was compulsively late, but she loaded Mel up with a bag of the mouthwatering donuts, and all was forgiven. “You need an alarm clock,” Mel said.
“Oh, it’s not that. Al and I—”
“Stop right there if this story ends with the two of you having sex.”
“Well…” Char giggled.
Mel grabbed her bag of donuts. “I’ve got my fingers in my ears, I can’t hear you—”
“We just—”
“Lalalalalalala,” Mel sang over Char’s laugh, and went out onto the tarmac.
Three men stood next to a Piper Mirage in the early-morning sun: Danny, the customer who owned the Piper, and Bo. Danny wore his coveralls and was consulting a clipboard, his long blond hair still damp from his early surf. Their customer was in a pricey-looking suit. Bo wore cargo shorts, a sweatshirt, and clean work boots, his legs looking long and tanned. All three men, different as night and day, were laughing about something, carefree and easygoing.
Mel hadn’t felt carefree and easygoing in so long; money issues, stress…And she resented that Bo could show up here, turn her world upside down, and laugh. Damn it, he was integrating himself, making himself right at home. In her home.
LeaveItAlone…
Had he? Would he?
No, she reminded herself, even if the man made her teeth gnash together, he wouldn’t. Not his style.
He lifted his sunglasses to the top of his head and met her gaze. In his she saw the ready humor and the unasked question. What now, Mel?
She’d like to show him “what now” right now. But it’d sure be easier if he didn’t look like a million bucks standing there, if he wasn’t street smart and sharp as a tack, capable of running her world without problem, maybe even better than she…
Extra grateful for the bag of donuts in her hand, she stalked to her plane and began her own preflight check. She was in a crouch, writing on her clipboard when two work boots appeared in her peripheral, topped by a set of tanned, toned legs. Bracing herself, she straightened.
Bo eyed Char’s goodie bag. “Smells good.”
“The donuts are mine.”
“Maybe I meant you.”
Unbelievably, her nipples hardened. “I smell like oil and gasoline.”
Leaning in, he sniffed exaggeratedly, his nose wriggling just beneath her ear, causing a sort of chain reaction from her nipples to ground zero between her thighs. “Mmmm,” he said. “Two of my favorite scents.”
That they were also her favorite scents would not budge her.
“Want to know another favorite scent?” he murmured.
“No.”
“An aroused woman.”
She crossed her arms and stepped back, making him laugh softly. “Yeah, sexy as hell, that scent.” He smiled, something that threw her off, then hooked his finger into the bag she clutched to her chest, peering in. “Look at that. You have extra.”
“One. You can have one.”
He nabbed a large, old-fashioned chocolate glaze, sinking strong white teeth into it and letting out a rough sound of pure pleasure that might have curled her toes, though she’d have to be under the threat of a slow, tortuous death to admit it.
“Have a safe flight,” he said around a mouthful.
Damn, just when she thought he was a complete loss to the human race, he had to go and say something nice. “I have no idea how to take you,” she said, baffled. “No idea at all.”
He shrugged a broad shoulder. “Then just take me.”
A laugh escaped her before she could stop herself. “Do those lines ever really work for you?”
He just grinned, and her toes curled some more. Yeah, they worked for him, and it left Mel shaking her head at the entire female population, including herself.
Mel’s charter to Arizona went smoothly. Once she’d