the concourse, he gave her a sideways glance. For all her beauty, Perrie Kincaid was the most prickly woman he'd ever met.
'I hope you brought something warmer to wear,' he commented.
'Why?'
He shrugged. 'It can get a little cold in my plane.'
'Where is this plane of yours?'
'It's parked at a hangar on the other side of the airport. I've got a truck and we'll drive over as soon as we have your bag. Hopefully we'll get clearance to take off.'
'Do we have to ask for clearance, Brennan? Why can't we just go?'
'If the tower advises me to stay on the ground, I stay on the ground. I don't know about you, Kincaid, but I happen to value my life-and my plane.'
'Just because I managed to get myself shot does not mean I have a death wish, Brennan. Jeez, Milt is such a worrywart. What else did he tell you? Did he tell you that I was supposed to rest all day and take it easy? Three minutes in some backwoods cabin and I'll be crawling the walls.'
Joe stared down at her as they walked, more baffled by this woman with every step. 'Milt didn't tell me you'd been shot.'
An impatient scowl marred her pretty features. 'It was just a small flesh wound. It hardly hurts at all. But Milt seems to think if I stay in Seattle, something more serious is going to happen.'
'Milt is probably right.'
She stopped cold and groaned, throwing down her bag and planting her hands on her slender waist. 'Don't you start on me now, Brennan. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I don't need Milt or you or anyone else telling me how to live my life.'
Cursing beneath his breath, Joe grabbed her arm with one hand and her bag with the other and dragged her along with him. 'I was simply stating an opinion, Kincaid.' She didn't seem like a 'Miss' Kincaid to him anymore. And calling her Perrie felt entirely too personal.
'I'm not interested in your opinions,' she muttered. 'I just want to get home.'
She picked up her pace, yanking her arm from his grasp. He took a moment to admire her backside again, the cute wiggle of her hips as she strode down the concourse. He grinned when she stopped and looked back at him impatiently.
'What's the problem?'
He caught up to her. 'I don't know why you're so anxious to get home. Milt says you're in danger.'
'My boss can be a bit melodramatic.'
'Hey, I've got a lot of respect for Milt Freeman. He's a good guy. You should be happy someone like him is looking out for you.'
She didn't have a comeback for that. Instead, she sent him an obstinate glare and refused to say another word until they'd recovered her bag and headed for the doors. When they stepped outside, a wickedly cold wind slapped them both in the face and snow swirled around their feet.
'Jeez,' she hissed, her teeth chattering. 'Is it always so blasted cold here?'
Joe glanced up at the late afternoon sky. The weather was moving in faster than he'd expected. If they didn't get off the ground quickly, he'd be spending the rest of the day and probably a major portion of his evening with Perrie Kincaid. His jaw tightened. To hell with the tower. He'd go whether they gave him the okay or not. 'You're in Alaska, Kincaid. What did you expect, palm trees and ocean breezes?'
She gave him that look again, the one that told him she was about to start another harangue. 'I expected-'
'The truck's in the lot,' Joe said, interrupting her before she had another chance to start talking. He grabbed her arm again and pulled her along. Damn if he wasn't beginning to like Perrie Kincaid better when she had her mouth shut.
They made it to the hangar without further argument, Perrie choosing to sit silently beside him, her eyes fixed on the road. To Joe's relief, the plane was fueled and ready to go when he pulled up. He parked the truck, then ran around the front to open Perrie's door, but she'd already jumped out and was dragging her bag from the back on her own.
Satisfied that she could take care of herself, he tugged his hat down and ran over to Tanner O'Neill, who was standing by the hangar door. 'What's the weather look like?' Joe asked. 'Are they going to let us go?'
Tanner shouted against the frigid Arctic wind. 'If you get off the ground in the next fifteen minutes, you should be all right. You'll be ahead of the storm all the way to Muleshoe. I put the mail sack in back and there's a crate of fresh mushrooms that Burdy ordered for the spaghetti feed at the fire hall Saturday night. There's a load of lumber in the cabin, I've tied it all down. Tell Hawk to unload it and put it in the shed for now.'
Joe nodded. He hadn't seen Tanner in more than a week. He and Julia had been married in Muleshoe the weekend before last and had decided on a family honeymoon at Disney World with Julia's nine-year-old son, Sammy. They'd returned and decided to stay in Fairbanks and look for an apartment, where they'd live during the winter months while Sam was in school.
'How is Sam?' Joe asked.
.'Sammy loved Florida but misses you and Hawk and the lodge. And Julia is in the middle of tying up all her business affairs in Chicago. By the way, we've made a decision.'
'What's that?'
'We're not going to live in Fairbanks during the winter. We've decided to live at the lodge. Sammy will go to school in Muleshoe.'
Joe grinned, happy that he'd have his partner at the lodge full-time, not to mention Sammy and his mom. He'd grown to love the kid and appreciate his mother. Julia made Tanner happier than a man had any right to be. Someday, when Joe was ready to settle down, he hoped to find a woman as sweet and loving as Julia Logan.
But for now, he was left with Perrie Kincaid-a first-rate pain in the backside. She joined them, standing beside Joe, her hair now free of its knot and whipping in her face. 'Are we going to be able to get to Seattle?'
Tanner frowned, then opened his mouth, but Joe shot him a warning glare. 'Tanner O'Neill, meet Perrie Kincaid,' Joe said. 'Go stow your luggage in the plane, Kincaid, and hop in. I'll be there in a second.'
They both watched her hurry toward the Otter, then Tanner grabbed Joe's arm and pointed at her. 'How the hell do you do it, Brennan? You were supposed to pick up some guy from the airport and you end up with a woman. And a beautiful woman to boot.'
Joe grinned. 'Pure, unadulterated charm.'
'If you take her to Seattle, you're going to be flying right into that storm.'
Joe chuckled and patted his buddy on the shoulder. 'Don't worry. We're not going to Seattle. She just thinks we are. We're on our way to Muleshoe like I promised her boss.'
'You're going to put her up at the lodge?' Tanner asked. 'Are you sure you want to test the legend again? I let Julia in the door and I ended up marrying her.'
Joe shook his head. When Julia Logan had showed up at Bachelor Creek Lodge, Joe had been the first one to move out Legend claimed that a woman entering Bachelor Creek Lodge was destined to marry one of the occupants and Joe wasn't about to take any chances. The legend had proved true, but Tanner had been the one to be caught. 'Perrie Kincaid is staying in one of the guest cabins.'
Tanner blinked. 'She isn't going to be so happy with that. No indoor plumbing. In the middle of winter.'
'Well, she'll have to live with it,' Joe replied. 'She's not setting foot in the lodge.'
Tanner glanced over at Perrie, then back at Joe. 'She doesn't look like the type to live with anything she doesn't like.'
'I know,' Joe grumbled. 'But I'll deal with that problem later.'
Perrie huddled down in the copilot's seat, wrapping her arms around herself and stamping her feet. Her breath clouded in front of her and her nose was so cold she was sure it would break off if she rubbed it. 'Don't you have any heat in this plane?'
Brennan glanced at her absently, as if surprised that he had a passenger at all. He hadn't said a word since they'd taken off an hour before and seemed quite comfortable with the silence. He closed his hand into a fist and rapped firmly on a spot near the center of the control console. A fan began to whir and, slowly, the cockpit of the
