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ОглавлениеTHROUGH THE OPEN wooden slats of the bamboo blinds, Gibb watched the sexy little bush pilot’s butt bounce. He shouldn’t be looking. He was here with Stacy after all, but there was something about the sultry Costa Rican that had captured him from the minute he’d laid eyes on her in Libera Airport.
And this thing with Stacy had just about run its course. Two years was already eighteen months longer than he’d anticipated it would last. Both of them had known from the beginning it wasn’t a long-term relationship. He required a poised, beautiful woman on his arm to take to business functions and she had wanted someone with an unlimited expense account.
They’d met each other’s needs at the time, but now they were starting to get on each other’s nerves. Stacy continually accused him of being a workaholic—hey, how did she think he paid for her shopping sprees?—and he’d wearied of her constant bid for his attention. Bringing Stacy with him to Bosque de Los Dioses had been a mistake and not just because he wanted to flirt with the pilot.
She was examining her plane, doing a preflight check, and as she reached up to inspect the flaps, her white crop top moved up to expose even more of her smooth, tanned skin. Sunlight glimmered off her gold navel ring and her long black hair swung just above the curve of her back.
Gibb gulped. She curved in all the right places. The white cotton top stretched over breasts the size of perfectly ripe peaches. His mouth watered instantly.
She wore cutoff blue jean shorts with frayed threads dangling down her firm thighs. The pink straw cowgirl hat was tipped back on her head, and the matching pink heart-shaped sunglasses slid halfway down her pert little nose. The woman had a thing for pink. On the flight in, she’d smelled of delicious pink grapefruit, fresh, clean and tartly sweet.
What did she have on beneath those jeans? Pink boy shorts? A pink thong? Maybe nothing at all?
His body heated all over.
Hang on there, Martin. He might not be a long-term commitment kind of guy, but when he was in a relationship—no matter how casual—he didn’t mess around.
“You’re a serial monogamist,” his best friend Coast Guard Lieutenant Scott Everly often teased. It was true, he never dated more than one woman at a time.
Gibb’s cell phone rang.
He stepped back from the window, pulled the phone from his pocket and looked at the caller ID.
Speak of the devil.
Scott had been dodging his calls of late and Gibb wondered if it was because his buddy was having second thoughts about leaving the Coast Guard. He and Scott were going into business together on this clandestine, environmentally green project that promised to revolutionize the way people traveled.
That was what Gibb was doing here in Cordillera of Tilarán. The planning stage was finally complete. And although the patent was still pending, it was only a matter of time until it was granted. He had complete confidence in that. The inventor would be arriving next week. It was time to start building the prototype track for the breakthrough monorail system that would extend the thirty miles from Bosque de Los Dioses to Monteverde.
Building the prototype track here would serve two purposes. One, it would eventually make Bosque de Los Dioses accessible by some other mode of transportation besides bush plane. And two, the remote location and thick vegetation discouraged the corporate spies that had dogged him. Twice in the last two years, spies from Fisby Corp had burned him by stealing the ideas he’d invested in and getting them to market before he did. He wasn’t going to allow that to happen again.
That’s where Scott was to come in. He was the only one Gibb trusted to handle his private security. They’d been talking about partnering up for the past two years, ever since Gibb had first invested in this project. They’d just been waiting for Scott’s commission with the Coast Guard to be over to get started on it. Waiting, however, was making Gibb antsy. The longer it took, the more likely it was that someone would rip off the idea before the patent was granted.
Gibb hit the talk button. “Guy, where have you been?”
“Falling in love,” Scott replied.
Gibb laughed. “So when are you getting out of the Coast Guard? How long before you can get to Costa Rica? I need you here.”
“I’m serious,” Scott said. “I’ve fallen in love with the most amazing woman. She’s smart and sexy and—”
Gibb snorted. “Stop pulling my leg. We’re ready to hit the ground running. I have to tell you that arranging to have supplies delivered up here, while trying to keep things tightly under wraps has been nothing short of a logistical nightmare.”
“You’re not listening to me.”
“Sure I am, you’re madly in love. Good. Great. Congrats. Now when can I expect you?”
“She’s the daughter of Jack Birchard, the renowned oceanographer, but Jackie is a damn fine oceanographer in her own right,” Scott went on as if he hadn’t said a thing.
Gibb scratched his head. “You’re serious?”
“I’m stone cold in love, buddy.”
“Okay.” Gibb plowed fingers through his hair, tried not to fret. “What does Jackie think about you living in Costa Rica for a couple of years?”
“I’m not leaving the Coast Guard.”
“C’mon. We’ve talked about this forever. I can’t do it without you.”
“Sure you can.”
“All right, I don’t want to do it without you. This project has the potential to make us billionaires.”
“You’re already a billionaire, Gibb.”
“Not now I’m not. Not after all I’ve got invested in this technology.”
“Aw, so now you’re only a multi-millionaire? How will you ever survive?”
“Scott, I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. Remember when we were kids, camping out in a tent in your parents’ backyard? Even then we talked about working together someday, but you had to go off and join the Coast Guard.”
“You were supposed to join with me,” Scott reminded him.
“Is it my fault that I get seasick?”
Joining the Coast Guard was the best thing Gibb had never done. If he had joined the Coast Guard, he wouldn’t have invented a popular gaming app that had made him a multi-millionaire and started him on the road to becoming a venture capitalist, investing in other people’s ideas.
He had a knack for spotting trends before they took off and it paid big dividends. Charismatic forward thinker, Wealth Maker Magazine had called him. Unfortunately, that had made him a target for the unscrupulous looking to get in on his action. Forcing Gibb to become even more secretive and suspicious of others than he already was. Scott was the one person in the whole wide world that he trusted with his life.
“No, just like it’s not my fault that I fell in love.”
“You’re leaving me hanging?”
“I’m sorry, Gibb, but I’ve found something more. I don’t want to end up like you.”
Two whips of hurt and anger lashed through him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t want to be consumed by work the way you are.”
An accusing silence stretched over the miles between them.
“If I wasn’t consumed by work, I wouldn’t be where I am today,” he said.
“Where are you, Gibb?”
“At the top of the freaking world.”
“Alone.”
“I’m not alone. I have a cover model girlfriend and my Bentley and my beach house and—”
“I’m getting married on Saturday in Key West on the Fourth of July, aboard the Sea Anemone, Wharf 16 at 4:00 p.m. I hope you’ll be there.”
It wasn’t until this very moment that Gibb understood exactly how much he’d been looking forward to not only working with Scott, but bringing him in on this deal. It was Gibb’s way of paying his buddy back for the time Scott had literally saved his life.
Gibb pushed the platinum bracelet up on his wrist. Scott had a matching bracelet. They’d bought the man jewelry together, a symbol of their brotherhood and undying friendship after that crazy diving trip to the Great Barrier Reef where Gibb had been barbed in the chest by a stingray. Only Scott’s quick action and first aid training had prevented Gibb from removing the barb. He’d come within seconds of ending up like the famous crocodile hunter, Steve Irwin.
Reflexively, Gibb rubbed his chest. “This Saturday?”
“This Saturday.”
“But it’s Wednesday!”
“I know.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Because Jackie and I just got engaged.”
“What? Why so fast?”
“When it’s right, it’s right. We can’t wait any longer to be together.”
“So she’s pregnant.”
“No, she’s not pregnant.” Scott sounded irritated.
“Whoa, back up the truck. I talked to you six weeks ago and you didn’t say a word about this Jackie woman. How long have you known her?”
“A month,” Scott confessed, not sounding the least bit sheepish.
“A month! You’re marrying someone you’ve only known a month?”
“Don’t rain on my parade. She’s the love of my life,” Scott growled.
Taken aback, Gibb blinked. He couldn’t believe this was his childhood buddy. “I recall you saying a time or two that you were never getting married.”
“Dumb. That was back when I was dumb and stupid. I’d never been in love before. I never knew it could feel like this.”
“I recall you once said the same thing about that waitress in Panama.” Who in the hell was this woman who’d woven such a spell over Scott?
“That was lust. There’s a big difference. I know that now. You’ll know it too when you find it.”
Gibb frowned. “Hang on, this too will pass.”
“No. No, it won’t.” Scott sounded adamant.
“You say that now—”
Scott cut him off. “Can we expect to see you at the wedding?”
“There shouldn’t be a wedding. You’re throwing away all our plans, and re-upping in the Coast Guard when you’d planned to get out and—”
“Sorry, but meeting Jackie has changed everything.”
“I get that. It’s what scares me.”
“Come to the wedding if you want, but you’re not changing my mind.”
“This is craziness!” Gibb yanked at the knot of his tie. “You’ve lost your mind over a piece of—”
“Don’t say it,” Scott threatened.
Gibb was so upset that he couldn’t stop himself from saying it. “Tail.”
A dial tone sounded in his ear.
His very best buddy on the planet had just hung up on him. Shocked, Gibb stared at the phone. Disturbing how fate could turn life on a whim.
SOPHIA WAS FILLING up the gas tank on El Diablo when Gibb Martin came stalking up to her, his eyes narrowed, his jaw tight and a determined expression on his lips.
“I need you to fly me to Key West, Florida,” he demanded.
She cocked an eyebrow at him, holstered the nozzle back into the pump. “What bit you?”
“I want to leave right now.” He tapped the face of his Rolex with an impatient finger.
“Mosquito? Botfly? Hornet?”
If he were a cartoon, steam would be shooting out of his ears. “No joking around. Time is of the essence.”
She lifted one shoulder. “Sorry, amigo.”
“I’ll pay handsomely.”
“No can do.”
“What?” He looked stunned that she’d refused him.
“N.O. Nada.”
“How much would it take to change your mind?”
“Money is not the issue.”
“What is?”
“Well, for one thing, I already have a 2:00 p.m. fare.”
“They can wait. Call another bush pilot.”
What an arrogant tool he was. “My, we have a grand sense of our own importance, don’t we?”
Gibb snorted, pressing his lips into a firm line. “This is an emergency.”
“An emergency?” That changed everything. Why was she such a smart mouth? “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said contritely. “Did someone die?”
“Worse.”
Sophia put a hand to her heart. “What is worse than death?”
“Marriage.”
Confused, Sophia pushed her hat back on her head. “Someone is getting married? That is your emergency?”
“Yes.” His voice was flat, brooking no more questions.
Sophia questioned anyway. “You’re against marriage?”
“Not in general. Not for most people. It’s just not my personal bailiwick.”
“Bailiwick?”
“It means sphere of knowledge.”
She grimaced. “Fan-cy.”
“Once upon a time I hired a vocabulary coach, deal with it.”
She raised both palms. “Communication doesn’t work unless you can speak so that others understand you.”
“Andalé, andalé.” He made shooing motions at her. “How’s that for communication?”
“Have you been watching old Speedy Gonzales cartoons?”
“It’s not the correct word?” His face colored.
“Not if you don’t mind sounding like a cartoon mouse. Vámonos or rápido might be what you’re looking for.”
“Well, let’s vámonos, rápido, rápido.”
“There’s one thing I’m still unclear on.”
He exhaled loudly. “What’s that?”
“How is marriage an emergency?”
“I have to stop the wedding.”
“Ah, I see.” She nodded.
“See what?”
“You are still hung up on a former lover and she has broken your heart by marrying another before you could reconcile.”
“No, no.” He shifted, jammed his hands in his pockets and leaned in closer to her. “That’s not it at all.”
She caught a whiff of his scent—kumquat, leather, musk—nice cologne. “Then what is it?”
“She’s all wrong for him.”
“Who?”
“He has only known her a month,” Gibb muttered.
“Who?”
“It’s ridiculous.”
“Why?”
“A month!” Gibb exclaimed. “My best friend is getting married to a woman that he’s only known for one month.”
“Oh, I see. That clearly is the end of the world.”
“Would you marry a man you’d only known for a month?”
Sophia grinned, trying to get him to lighten up. “Depends on the man.”
He scoffed, “Don’t tell me you’re one of those.”
“One of what?”
“Die-hard romantics.”
“I have not found my true love but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe he’s not out there somewhere.”
Gibb raised his face to the sky. “Please, spare me the love impaired.”
“What is wrong with love?”
“It muddles the brain. Clouds your judgment. Makes you do dumb things like get married to someone you’ve only known a month.”
“But what if this woman makes your friend truly happy?”
“She doesn’t. He just thinks she does.”
“How do you know that for sure?”
“Look, I don’t have time to stand around here dissecting it to death. My best buddy is about to make the biggest mistake of his life. I have to leave immediately for Key West to save him from himself.”
“You can’t tell him this over the telephone?”
“He hung up on me.” Gibb sounded highly offended. “And when I tried to call him back, he wouldn’t answer and he’s disabled his voicemail.”
“I can see why. Clearly, you are overreacting.”
He held up both palms. “Look, I don’t need your opinion. I just need your flying expertise. How much would you charge to fly me to Key West right now?”
Sophia cast a glance over her shoulder at El Diablo. She’d never flown any farther than Belize. “My plane is not equipped to fly such a long distance. It’s over fifteen hundred kilometers to Key West.”
He waved a hand. “You can do it. I’ve watched you fly passengers in and out for the last two weeks. You’re an excellent pilot.”
He had been watching her? Sophia’s cheeks warmed. His flattery was dangerous. Damn this desire to show off her piloting skills and prove him right. “Thank you very much for the compliment, but the gas tanks on a plane this size only hold so much fuel. We would have to stop to refuel.”
“So we stop. Let’s go.” He opened the pilot’s door of the plane and motioned for her to hop in.
She stepped over to shut the door. “You are a very annoying man.”
“How much?” He took out his wallet, started pulling out several one-hundred-dollar bills. “Two thousand do it?”
Sophia blinked. Two thousand dollars? That would pay off her debt from mechanic school. “You will pay for the fuel, as well?”
“Yes, absolutely.”
“You are a desperate man.”
“Yes, yes, I am. I’m also a rich one and I always get what I want.”
“Not this time.” Sophia folded her arms over her chest. “On top of everything else, there is a tropical depression brewing in the Caribbean.”
“It could easily go way north of Florida.”
“Perhaps. Perhaps not.”
“When is it expected to hit landfall?”
She shrugged. “Weather is unpredictable, two days, maybe.”
“Two days?” he blurted. “We will be in Key West long before that.”
“The storm could hit sooner,” she said, arguing with herself as much as with him.
“Or later.”
“True.”
“It might even dissipate altogether.”
“I am not in the habit of gambling with the lives of my passengers.”
“Look,” he said. “You can check the weather along the way, if the storm moves faster than expected I’ll admit defeat and take it as a sign that Scott and Jackie are meant to be.”
“Can you accept that?”
“You’re the pilot. Once we’re in the air, you’re in control of that plane.”
Hmm, interesting admission for someone who seemed to be something of a control freak. Could she trust him to keep his word? “It’s not as simple as jumping into the plane and taking off. I’ll have to make a flight plan, get permission to fly into the airspace of the other countries along the way.”
He had run out of cash, but he was now tugging out a plethora of credit cards. “Three thousand.”
Sophia moistened her lips. How high was he willing to go?
Lunacy. It was sheer lunacy to even consider flying him to Florida, but the part of her that loved a challenge wanted to give it a go. See if she could do it. If nothing else, she would learn what she and El Diablo were really made of.
Priorities, Sophia.
It was a lesson her mother had repeated to her often. She did have a tendency to put adventure ahead of responsibility. Besides, she was supposed to go over to Emilio’s house for a cookout tonight. In fact, this was the night she’d decided to have “the talk” with him. Then again, what would it hurt to delay breaking bad news?
“Mr. Martin, I will happily fly you to Libera with my current passengers and there you can catch the next plane to Florida,” she offered.
He looked uneasy. “That solution doesn’t work for me.”
“Why not?” Puzzled, she canted her head, studied him intently.
“I do not have to explain myself to you.”
“You don’t have your own jet? A rich man like you?”
“I do have my own jet, but that’s none of your business.”
“Oh,” she said. “I get it. You don’t want anyone tracking your whereabouts.”
He seemed relieved. “Yes. Your discretion in this matter is very important to me. Can I trust you?”
“Of course.” If she couldn’t keep a secret she would have been out of a job a long time ago. Her sister Josie was the only person she could confide in about such things.
The couple from Argentina that she was supposed to fly to Libera arrived at the plane. A bellhop in a golf cart with their bags in the back followed behind the couple.
“Here are my passengers, Mr. Martin. I’m sorry about your dilemma but—”
Gibb pivoted on his heel to face the male passenger, a distinguished-looking gray-haired man in his mid-fifties. “How much for you to take another bush plane to the airport?”
“Pardon, señor?” the man asked.
Gibb waved the cash at him. “How much? I need this plane.”
“You are not thinking rationally, Mr. Martin,” Sophia pointed out. It surprised her that the cool blond American could be so filled with passion. To the couple, she said, “He is trying to stop a wedding.”
“Ah, amor,” said the woman. “Isn’t that romantic? He wants to claim his woman before she marries someone else.”
Sophia noticed that Gibb did not bother to correct the woman’s erroneous assumption.
The Argentinean wasn’t losing out on the opportunity. He plucked the bills from Gibb’s hand and tucked them into his pocket. “The plane is all yours, señor.” He put an arm around his wife’s waist. “How can we stand in the way of true love?”
“You’re willingly giving up your seats? You could miss your connecting flight while waiting on another bush plane to arrive.”
“We are flying standby,” the Argentinean said. “If we miss one flight…” He shrugged. “We’ll catch another.”
The bellhop gave them a ride back to the lodge in the golf cart.
Gibb held out both arms. “Problem solved. Let’s hit the road, Amelia.”
“My name is Sophia. Sophia Cruz.”
“Amelia Earhart reference not doing it? I thought every woman pilot loved to be compared to Amelia.”
“That’s presumptive and sexist. See, I know big words, too.”
“So you don’t like Amelia Earhart?”
“You did not remember my name, did you?”
“So I forgot your name,” he admitted sheepishly. “Sorry.”
“My dog apologizes better than that.” Okay, so she was stretching the truth a bit. Her dog died last year. Her heart twinged at the thought of Trixie. She’d had her for fourteen years and missed her deeply.
“Dogs are all about apology. Which is why I don’t have one.”
“Why? Because you hate creatures who have more love in their little toe than you do in your entire body.”
“No,” he said. “I actually love dogs, but I’m never home and I’d have to apologize to the poor thing for hiring someone to take care of it and then I’d feel guilty. Well, you see where I’m going with this.”
“Not really.”
“Doesn’t matter. Can we do this thing?”
She should say no. The sensible thing would be to say no. Most anyone else would say no. He was pushy and arrogant and exasperating, but at the same time, a thrill ran through her at the thought of flying all the way to Florida. Still, was it prudent? Only one person could tell her if it was worth the risk, if indeed El Diablo could make the long trip. She’d have to ask her father.
Gibb was already climbing into the plane.
“Not so fast, Norte,” she said.
One eyebrow shot up on his forehead and the opposite corner of his mouth quirked up at the same time. “Norte?”
“Norte means someone who comes from the north, usually from the U.S.A. Isn’t that what you are?”
“The way you said it, it sounds derogative.”
“No.” She slowly shook her head. “That is all on you. If you think that being from the U.S.A. is derogative, that’s your belief system not mine.”
He stood straighter, stiffened his back. “I do not believe that it’s a bad thing to be from the U.S.”
“Neither do I, so why are you taking offense at the word Norte?” she asked.
He pointed at her. A slow smile crept across his face. “You’re a sly one, Ms. Cruz.”
She feigned an affronted expression. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re messing with my head.”
“If you did not have a chip on your shoulder, I could not knock it off.”
“Can we just get this show on the road?”
“Before I agree to this arrangement, I must first make some phone calls.”
He tapped his wrist. “Time’s wasting.”
“That’s a bracelet, not a watch.”
“All the same, you get the sentiment. It’s the universal sign for hurry up.”
“Norte,” she muttered.
“That time you were being derogatory.”
“You’re sort of a jackass, you know that?”
He clenched his determined jaw. “It doesn’t matter as long as I get what I want.”
Now she was beginning to understand why Blondie looked annoyed ninety percent of the time, but Sophia certainly understood the push-pull attraction to Gibb Martin. While part of her wanted to throttle him, another part of her wanted to kiss him.
All the more reason for her not to take him to Key West.
So why did she agree?
