Kiss Me, Katie! & Hug Me, Holly!

Did she think Bryan was any different?

She was a fool.

With a loud roar, the plane rocketed by her. At the end of the runway Bryan executed a U-turn and then headed back toward her for the tie-down spot.

He’d seen her.

Katie would swear it by the way her inner tingle spread, liquefying her limbs. She realized she stood rooted to one spot, practically quivering, waiting for the sight of him.

Then he appeared, his hair ruffled, his skin deeply tanned, his eyes covered in aviator glasses that reflected her own wide gaze back to her. He hopped down with ease and grace and looked right at her.

Then he grinned.

She nearly responded in kind, nearly went running toward him, but she managed to restrain herself. Barely.

She was pathetic, melting because of a smile!

Over the loudspeaker on the side of the building, came her page. She turned away, so thankful she nearly tripped over her own two feet.

With not near the same amount of ease and grace Bryan had exhibited getting out of the plane, she escaped back to her reality-work.

HE CAUGHT UP WITH HER.

There were others in the large maintenance hangar; in fact it was fairly crowded, and with three large aircraft in the middle, she couldn’t see everyone at once.

But she saw Bryan.

Surely he’d come to talk to one of the mechanics, or even another pilot. Maybe he was simply headed for the pilot’s lounge.

He looked right and left, searching, though not for her. That would be silly, pretentious.

Ridiculous.

But then their gazes met. He went utterly still, then slowly reached up and tugged off his aviator glasses, carelessly hanging them on his collar by one earpiece.

Katie didn’t so much as breathe. They hadn’t spoken much since he’d been practically unmanned by her cat a week earlier. Up until then, he’d always looked at her with what could only be described as a hungry expression, as if she were a scrumptious dessert and he was a starving man.

But today he looked at her differently. With a good amount of hunger still, yes, but she had a feeling that look just might match her own. There was more though, there was-

“Mmm-mmm good,” Holly said over Katie’s shoulder, staring at Bryan and licking her chops.

Katie’s mood shattered. “What are you doing out here?”

“Tracking down a stubborn vice president who forgot to pick up his messages.” She smiled at Matt who was a plane length away. He had a stack of files in his hand, his glasses on his nose and his deep-in-work expression on his face, until he caught Holly’s smile.

Flustered, he smiled back and…dropped his files.

Katie stared at him. Why was it whenever she saw Holly, Matt wasn’t far behind? Or was it whenever she saw Matt, Holly wasn’t far behind?

Before she could digest this, a beefy trucker lumbered into the hangar.

“Delivery,” the man said gruffly, consulting his clipboard which had seen better days and had a sticker across the top of it that said Bite Me.

Holly gave the man the once-over as she walked toward him. “Sugar, don’t you guys usually deliver parts to the back of the hangar?”

“Um…yeah.” He swallowed hard, clearly rendered an idiot by Holly’s wide, welcoming smile. “I don’t have parts today, it’s a truckload of office supplies. Ordered by-” he referred to his clipboard “-Katie Wilkins.”

“A truckload?” Katie frowned. “But I only ordered the usual. Pencils, paper, stuff like that.” She’d been distracted lately, sure, but could she have been that distracted? She glanced at Bryan, felt her pulse race, and admitted the truth. “It couldn’t be more than a box or so,” she said with one last hopeful protest.

“Not according to the order slip, lady. You’ve got an entire truckload of paper here.”

Everyone looked out the front window, where the delivery truck had been parked. The back door opened with a loud clang and two more beefy men prepared to unload.

“I don’t need that much computer paper,” Katie protested.

“You ordered it, lady, not me. And it’s not computer paper, it’s toilet paper. A truckload of toilet paper.”

BY THE END of the day Katie had heard every single toilet paper joke she could take.

Needing…something, she waited until everyone had gone, then made her way to hangar two where the overnight clients had tied down their planes.

The hangar was huge, and since the walls were metal, every little sound echoed. Dark had long ago fallen so she should have been nervous, would have been nervous in the past, but for some reason tonight, she wasn’t.

She flipped on one low light and stepped inside to be immediately swamped by her senses. The hazy perceptions from the low light, the scent of aviation fuel, the chilly breeze that always raced through because of the high ceilings, she experienced them all.

If anyone could see her right now they’d wonder at her strange urge to come stare into the darkness at airplanes. But she didn’t care what anyone thought-a first for her. She simply wanted to please herself, and the heck with all the others.

Another first.

At least five silent planes greeted her, maybe more. She couldn’t see into the far stretches of the yawning hangar. They drew her, these sleek, fast aircraft. Strange, given it had been a plane that once upon a time had destroyed her entire life.

But irrational and terrifying as it was, she did indeed harbor a secret passion for airplanes. Bryan had seen that passion in her and that had terrified her too. He’d seen past her guard, had been able to read her so well when no one else ever had.

Scary stuff, indeed.

She realized she stood in front of Bryan’s plane, her hand on the metal like a lover’s touch as she was gazing up, wondering what it felt like to sit inside, what it felt like to be high in the sky, soaring wild and free without a thought or care.

“It takes both,” came a deep, familiar voice behind her, assuring her that she’d spoken out loud. “Thought and care.”

8

“SORRY,” Bryan murmured, looking anything but.

Katie had been so wrapped up in her thoughts she hadn’t heard him come up behind her.

His dark gaze settled on hers, full of a whole host of things that made her heart race. “I’d pay big bucks for whatever you’re thinking right now,” he said.

“Me? I’m just thinking…” What? That he was the most startlingly beautiful man she’d ever seen? Most definitely. That she was beginning to be sorry he wasn’t the type to settle down? Yep, that too. That she wished with a sudden shocking urge she could kiss him again, without the white beard and fake belly? Oh, yeah. “I’m just thinking it’s probably past time I get on home. I-”

Bryan laughed and moved even closer, his broad shoulders blocking out the one low light. “Just thinking about home, huh?”

Yeah. Home. Which had a bed. Which she could imagine Bryan in, the sheets twisted around his naked body. He would have a beautiful physique to match that beautiful face, she thought, and given his personality, and how he