Dodging Cupid's Arrow

would be calling her back to Seattle any day.

Somehow, it seemed easier this way. If he didn't want her, at least she wouldn't have to see it on his face. She'd walk out of his life without looking back. She would give them both a graceful exit.

Perrie stood up and rubbed the goose bumps from her arms. This was the right thing to do. She'd never been one to delay the inevitable. The sooner she knew, the sooner she could get on with the rest of her life.

The only problem was, she wanted the rest of her life to start now. And she wanted it to include Joe Brennan.

'I think we should have separate rooms.'

Joe stopped short and looked at Perrie, not sure that he heard her right. They'd just arrived at the resort after an hour-long flight and Perrie had picked the last possible moment to drop her little bombshell. He knew something was bothering her for she'd been distant and uneasy since they'd left Muleshoe.

He thought she'd be happy that he had come along. After all, they'd spent so much time together in the past few days; he'd never considered that she might want to spend some time away from him. And after last night… What better place for them to be alone together but a beautiful resort in the middle of winter?

Sleigh rides, good food, dancing and the hot springs… indoor plumbing. He couldn't think of a more romantic place within a day's flight of Muleshoe.

But the trip had been hers, Joe mused, and he had essentially invited himself along. Maybe he was pushing too fast. Last night had been a huge step for them and he wouldn't be surprised if she harbored a few regrets. 'Sure,' he said. 'Separate rooms are fine.'

Perrie forced a grateful smile. 'I mean, it's just that… well, we haven't really… and if we decide we don't want to, then-'

He reached out to stroke her cheek but drew his hand back before he touched her. 'Perrie, it's all right.'

'People might talk,' she murmured, hoisting her shoulder bag up and starting toward the door.

Joe stared after her, shaking his head. If she really believed he bought that explanation, then he had some Alaskan swampland to sell her. It was obvious that she didn't want him along. When she won the prize, she assumed that she'd be going to Cooper Hot Springs with another pilot, one who wouldn't be watching her every minute of the day and night.

As he walked through the front door of the resort, realization hit him square in the face and he stopped, frozen in his tracks. She was planning to leave. Damn it, after all they'd been through, all that had happened between them, she was still determined to get back to Seattle.

Joe closed his eyes and tipped his head back, fighting the anger that bubbled up inside of him. Fine, he thought to himself. The hell if he was going to make her stay. Milt Freeman said it was safe for her to come back, so why not let her go? If Perrie could so easily throw away what they'd shared, then maybe it wasn't as special as he thought. She was just biding her time with him, waiting for the chance to get back to her real life.

Joe stepped up beside Perrie and filled out a registration card, signing his name with a frustrated flourish. Then he grabbed both of their keys and headed down the hall.

She caught up with him and touched his arm. 'You understand, don't you?'

'Sure,' Joe said. 'This is your trip, not mine. In fact, if you want, I can fly back to Muleshoe right now.'

His words seemed to take her by surprise, and for a second, he thought she might just accept his offer. 'No, I'm glad you're here. Why don't we get unpacked and then we can get some lunch?'

Joe unlocked Perrie's room door and helped her carry her bags inside, tossing them on the bed. If she was determined to leave, he might as well make it easy for her. 'Actually, I could use a shower,' he said. 'Why don't we meet in an hour? After we have lunch, we can try the hot springs.'

Perrie nodded, then walked him to the door. 'So I'll see you in an hour.'

Joe stared down at her, wondering if this was the last time he'd ever look into her beautiful green eyes. Would she leave as soon as he was out of sight? He wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her, to tell her that he was in love with her. But a strong instinct for self-preservation prevented him from saying anything. Time would tell if she really loved him.

He bent down and kissed her cheek. 'All right, I'll see you later.'

When he reached the privacy of his own room, Joe dropped his duffel on the floor and cursed softly. Leaning back against the door, he raked his hands through his hair. 'The first woman I ever love and she doesn't love me,' he muttered. 'Serves you right, Brennan.'

As he stood against the door, he heard a sound outside in the hall. He turned and peered through the peephole in the door. Perrie looked both ways, then headed down the hall. A cynical laugh escaped his throat and Joe opened the door to follow her.

A few minutes later, he stood in the shadows in a corner of the resort's lounge, his attention fixed on the transaction being negotiated at the bar. His jaw tensed and his heart hardened. He should have known she'd try. He should have known.

He watched as she spoke to the bartender before she moved down the row of chairs to a man who sat alone at the end of the bar. They talked for three or four minutes, Perrie glancing around the room every few seconds, as if she knew she was being watched. Then she shook his hand and hurried out of the bar, passing so close to Joe that he could nearly touch her, yet never noticing his presence.

Joe watched until she was long gone before he stepped from the shadows. In a few strides, he crossed the room and slid onto the stool next to Perrie's gentleman friend. He turned and glanced at the guy, who nursed a half glass of beer. 'The woman. The pretty one with the red hair. What did she want?'

The guy scoffed. 'What business is it of yours, buddy?'

Joe stared at him long and hard, wondering if he should grab him by the collar now or wait a few more seconds. He slowly stood and leaned over the guy. 'It's my business, all right? Answer my question.'

The guy shrugged, his cocky attitude cooled by Joe's thinly veiled temper. 'She wants me to fly her to Seattle.'

'Is she paying you?'

'She gave me a credit card number for starters. Said there would be an extra five hundred for me in Seattle if I was willing to wait for the cash.'

'What's your name?' Joe asked.

'Andrews. Dave Andrews.'

'I've heard of you. So, Andrews, if I check you and your plane out, am I going to be happy?'

'Hey, buddy, I'm a good pilot. And I keep my plane in top shape. You can ask any of the guys around here.'

'When does she want you to fly her out?'

'Late this afternoon.'

Joe reached in his pocket for his wallet, then withdrew two fifty-dollar bills. 'Call her room and tell her you can't fly her out until tomorrow morning. She's in room 37.'

'Who the hell are you?'

'The name's Brennan. Joe Brennan.'

Andrews blinked in surprise. 'Polar Bear Air? Aren't you the guy who found that climber on Denali a few weeks back?'

'Yeah, that's me.'

Andrews smiled and clapped him on the shoulder. 'I heard all about that. Good eyes. But if you want this lady to go back to Seattle tomorrow morning, why don't you just fly her yourself?'

'I'm not sure that she's going to leave,' joe replied. 'I'm hoping she'll decide to stay. So if she doesn't meet you, I don't want you coming to look for her, all right?'

'But how am I gonna get paid?'

'I'll pay you.'

Andrews considered the request for a moment, then nodded. 'All right.' He took a long swig of his beer. 'What is mis woman to you? Wife? Girlfriend?'

'I'm not sure yet. But I'm about to find out.' Joe pushed away from the bar, then turned back. 'One more thing. If she does leave with you, and she changes her mind, I want you to bring her back here. I don't care where you are, just turn around and fly her back. All right?'