Chapter Three

Victoria

The tiny Sitka Lake airport could only support small aircraft, puddle jumpers they called them. When she’d flown in a few weeks prior, the Sitka Air Taxi had bounced so violently that Victoria nearly got sick. It worried her to back on the same type of plane. She grimaced as she crossed the tarmac.

The pilot was also the luggage handler and he gave her an irritated look as she neared the plane.

“You’ve got a lot of baggage.” He tilted his head the direction of the cart with her bags piled high. His voice sounded like a rough, gravelly scrape. He tossed her smallest suitcase atop the rest of her bags and took a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket.

Flicking his lighter, he shielded the small flame with a meaty hand.

Victoria waited, her ticket in hand. “You’re not going to smoke that on the plane, are you?”

“No.” He snatched her ticket, glanced at it and gave it back.

“It’s a lovely, calm morning,” she said. “Do you suppose that will help with turbulence?”

“No.”

“There’s no wind.”

“The turbulence comes from air temperature changes. Sitka Lake is in between mountain ranges.” He frowned, drawing his bushy brows together. “You’re not a puker are you?”

Victoria smiled. “I’m on a plane several times a month. Haven’t puked yet.”

“Good. I keep forgetting to get them little bags for folks who get motion sickness.” He punctuated his words with air quotes.

“I promise I won’t need one. I didn’t eat breakfast.”

He shook his head and let his gaze drop down the length of her body and right back up. “You look like you stayed at the Lodge. That fancy place by the lake.”

“I did.” She eyed the cigarette. “Are we going to leave when you’re done with your smoke?”

“Probably. I’m waiting on my last passenger. Got two kids inside already.”

Victoria stepped to the door of the plane. A pre-teen boy listened to music, and a teenaged girl sat beside him. The girl regarded her with large blue eyes, solemn and humorless. She and the boy took up the two front seats, which meant Victoria and the other passenger would have to sit in the back seats.

The open seats looked small and cramped, far more restricted than the front row. The girl’s indifferent expression told Victoria she wouldn’t be persuaded to trade. She sighed and watched the pilot finish his smoke and use it to light another cigarette.

A small airplane taxied past, turned to the runway and a moment later it was in the air, wings tipping and catching the morning sun. The plane turned and finally disappeared behind soft wispy clouds. Her easily-triggered anxiety didn’t extend to air travel, thank goodness. She’d always wanted to learn to fly and eyeing the pilot wondered how hard it could be.

“Any minute now, right?” she asked, trying to sound good-natured.

He crushed the second cigarette under the toe of his scuffed boot and shrugged. “Can’t leave till my last client gets here, or until we get word he’s not coming.”

She tilted her head towards the cabin of the plane. “Tell me the last passenger is a petite woman. Or another child, maybe?”

The pilot snickered, setting his hand on his belly as it shook. “Let’s just say this person is pretty much the opposite. Plus, he’s probably traveling with his dog.”

She wondered if she’d heard him correctly. “His dog?”

A bark drew her attention back the direction of the airport and Victoria drew a sharp breath. Clay Bergstrom strode across the tarmac, with Charlie bounding ahead of him. Clay’s mouth curved with a look of bemusement and Charlie’s smile was even wider. The dog dashed past her and leapt inside the plane.

Clay looked clean-shaven and utterly amazing in a pair of pressed khakis and a button-down shirt. His aviator sunglasses added a degree of GQ.

Every time she’d seen him, he’d looked like some sort of rough and sexy Alaska mountain man. Now he looked like a midpoint between a Milan catwalk and an MMC octagon. Big. Masculine. And with that sexy smirk, almost irresistible.

Almost.

She set her hand on her hip. “I think you’re following me.”

It wasn’t like her to flirt, but it was only a two-hour flight to Anchorage. She might as well have a little fun since they would be stuck with each other for a short while.

“I am, in fact, following you. I’m sort of a stalker. The mostly harmless type.”

She laughed and felt a pang of remorse for having avoided him the night before. Why couldn’t she be calm, cool and collected around men like every other woman she knew?

The girl emerged from the plane, her lips pressed to a thin line. “Sir,” she called to the pilot.

The man was studying the plane’s tail and either hadn’t heard her or ignored her.

Her scowl deepened. “Sir!”

He turned. “Huh?”

“There’s a dog on the plane.”

Blinking, he rubbed the scruff of his jaw. “Yeah?”

She let out a small huff of outrage. “I’m sure that’s against FAA regulation.”

The pilot grinned. “Well, sweetie. I ain’t going to let him fly it.”

Clay scoffed at the pilot’s teasing and tossed his duffle bag in the luggage compartment. “Charlie won’t bother you,” he told the girl. “He’ll sleep the whole way, right by my feet.”

The girl rolled her eyes and ducked back inside.

Clay turned his attention to Victoria. “You have any complaints about Charlie?”

Victoria looked up at him, a shiver of raw awareness rolling across her skin. He took off his sunglasses and smiled. God, he was gorgeous. Not in the perfect way some men were, but in a rugged, rough-and-tumble way. A small scar ran along his jaw. His nose was a little crooked, and another scar ran along his eyebrow.

If his square jaw didn’t make him handsome enough, his eyes took her breath. Blue with flecks of gold, they held her in a warm gaze that felt like a caress. Those bedroom eyes had women falling at his feet, she was sure. If he’d wanted them, that is. When she’d seen him at the lodge she’d never seen him with a woman.

“Well?” he asked. “Are you going to give me grief about my dog?”

“No complaints. I like your dog.”

“And he likes you.”

The soft, sensuous tone of his voice spiked a wave of worry through her thoughts. Like always, the fretfulness rushed in and swirled. She replayed her therapist’s words.

Breathe in, two, three, four and out two, three, four.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, just some jitters.”

He glanced inside the plane. “You, me and Charlie are going to be squished together. You’re not going to have room to jitter.”

Without waiting for a response, he gestured to the door. “Ladies first.”

She climbed up the three steps and ducked into the cabin. Passing the children, she glanced at the girl and then the boy. The boy looked to be about ten and stared out the window with a rapt expression.

She edged past Charlie and sat down, tucking her purse beside her. Clay waited till she’d fastened her seatbelt and then took the seat beside her. The cabin was cold and she wished she’d gotten her jacket from her suitcase. Clay’s arm brushed against hers. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant. At all.

Jerking her head around to face him, she marveled that sitting beside him felt quite nice. His shoulder was directly in her line of sight and for a brief, ridiculous moment, she imagined reaching over and squeezing the massive bulge.

He turned and arched his brow. “You scared of flying?”

“I love flying.”

The pilot hauled himself into the plane. “We’ll be in Anchorage in two hours. Hope no one needs to use the crapper.”

Clay nodded at the pilot and turned back to Victoria. “You love flying especially when it’s first class, am I right?”

She laughed softly. “I love first class. How did you know?”

He shook his head as if the answer was obvious. “You have that first-class, fancy sort of look, Victoria.”

The pilot moved to the cockpit and started the plane. The drone of the engine forced her to raise her voice to be heard.

“I’m flying first class from Anchorage to SFO.”

“I bet the champagne is a little better than what Henry serves.”

She nodded. “And we have a crapper.”

His laughter was a warm rumble that made Charlie lift his head and thump his tail. As the plane taxied to the runway, the girl turned in her seat.

“Do you two know each other?”

“Not really,” Victoria said.

“I tried,” Clay said, pointing his thumb at Victoria. “I offered to cook her dinner and she said yes.”

A slow burn of mortification crawled across Victoria’s skin.

The girl’s lips twitched with the hint of a smile. “Dinner? That’s nice. Sort of romantic.”

“I thought so too.” Clay’s voice edged with humor while Victoria waited for him to embarrass her with the rest of the story.

“Why are you going to Anchorage together?”

“We’re not,” Clay said. “I’m going to visit family for a few days and she’s going to Napa.”

The girl’s gaze moved between the two of them. She frowned. “Huh.”

“What about you?” Clay asked.

She shrugged a shoulder. “Going to visit my dad for a three-day weekend.”

Clay nodded. “Mom lives in Sitka Lake?”

“Yup. We just moved there. I hate it.”

He smiled at the disdain in her voice. Sitka Lake was tiny, probably not much fun for a barely-teenaged girl.”

“You look familiar,” she said. “You were on that Alaskan wilderness show, weren’t you?”

Clay nodded. “Yeah, they came and filmed a couple of fishing shows in Sitka.”

At this the boy turned around and raised up on a knee. “Wow. That’s cool.”

“That’s Ross. My brother. I’m Sydney.”

Clay nodded. “My name’s Clay. Her name’s Victoria.”

“And our four-legged passenger is Charlie,” Victoria added.

Sydney grimaced and pinched her nose. “I think Charlie just, you know, passed gas.”

“He does that on take-off.”

The girl muttered something indistinct, rolled her eyes and slid down in her seat as the plane accelerated down the runway.

Victoria folded her arms to ward off the chill and looked out the window. The plane lifted into the air above a sea of green. The breeze bent the grass and moved across the vegetation like a wave. Alaska was beautiful in a brutal sort of way. It was barely September but the days were already cool and the nights cold. Last night she’d tried to build a fire in her room, but after fifteen minutes of getting nowhere, she gave up. She could have called the front desk and asked them to send someone up but felt silly asking for help with something so basic.

She could see mountains on the horizon. Two weeks ago, when she’d arrived, the peaks were covered in white, but the mountains themselves were mostly green. Today the mountains were covered in snow. The thought of the impending Alaskan winter made her shiver.

“Are you cold?” Clay asked.

“A little. I should have brought a jacket.”

He unbuckled and leaned forward to shed his coat, the look in his eyes told her any argument would be futile. He held it out and she took it from him with a smile. The coat, a heavy canvas work coat, lined with flannel, held the warmth of his body and she shivered again. This time, not from cold, but from pleasure. Before she could stop herself, she dropped her head and drew in a deep breath to catch his scent.

“See what you were missing, when you pretended to be sleeping?”

She shook her head. “I’m regretting it more and more.”

He grunted and sat back in his seat, leaned over and stroked Charlie’s head. Settling into his seat, he murmured softly. “I might give you a do-over. Might. Know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you and I are not done.”

She let out a soft murmur of surprise. She didn’t know what that meant. Any other man would still be furious with her, but not only did he not hold a grudge, he alluded to some future between them. She smiled, imagining a shared evening, or even a stolen kiss. He might have a scary nickname, but sitting next to him, brushing against him here and there, didn’t trouble her in the least.

Of course, no man would try something untoward on an airplane, with children in the next row. For a moment in time, she could just enjoy the kindness of a handsome man and the warmth of the borrowed coat. She pulled the coat tightly around her and rolled her head toward the window. She dozed for a moment, waking sometime later, shocked to find herself resting against his muscular shoulder. Drawing a sharp breath, she pulled away.

“Don’t worry about it, Victoria,” he murmured, his eyes closed. “Henry had to divert because of weather. We have a ways to go still. You can rest there if you like.”

Settling against his powerful shoulder she chided herself, once again, for having allowed her silly fears to get the best of her.