She was freezing, and so was he, which was stupid. He grabbed his duffle bag, then hers, and led them both off the tarmac, toward the rented and waiting Jeep, where she dug her heels into the crunchy snow and balked.
“I don’t need a ride,” she said.
“No? So your plan was to get here, to the airport, then freeze to death? That’s why you hijacked me?”
She looked away.
“Truth, Bailey. You owe me that.”
“Okay, truth. The truth is you have to get far, far away from me. I mean it. I’m like a bad luck charm. Trust me. Being with me, here, is going to get you hurt.” She swallowed. “Or worse.”
He stared at her as that soaked in. She was trying to protect him? “I’m a big boy,” he assured her. “Just tell me. What are you doing here?”
“I already said. I’m here to pick something up.”
“Fine.” Any second her teeth were going to rattle out of her pretty head. “Get in the Jeep, I’ll drive you to get this ‘something.’”
She pulled out her cell and read a text message.
“What is it?”
She didn’t answer, but thumbed some sort of quick response.
“Bailey-” Knowing she wouldn’t tell him a damn thing, he snatched the phone.
She’d typed: YES, I’M IN ASPEN. HAVE 2 TRY 2 FIND IT.
“Hey!” She grabbed the phone back, hit send, then glared at him.
“Who are you texting with?”
“Kenny.”
Her brother. Okay, but if the guy cared so much, where the hell was he?
Bailey glanced back at the terminal.
“What, you going to go hijack a taxi now?” he asked.
“This isn’t funny.”
“You’re right there. Nothing about this is even remotely funny. You could have gotten into anyone’s plane. Hell, I always assumed you were richer than God himself, so-”
She interrupted him with a harsh laugh as he unlocked the Jeep. He held open the door, the interior light casting her face in bold relief. “You could have gone to any airport,” he said again. “Into any plane, but you got into mine. So now get into my Jeep.”
She stared at him for a long beat, then surprised him by slipping inside. She started to look up at him, but her gaze snagged on a neighboring parked car, a nondescript SUV, and she frowned.
“What?”
“There’s someone in that car watching us,” she whispered.
The SUV started up, but the lights didn’t go on.
Very interesting, he thought. “Why would anyone be watching us?”
“Just get in,” she said urgently, sinking low, reaching back for the hood of her soft, angora hoodie sweater, putting it on over her hair, and slipping on a pair of wide sunglasses despite the fact that the dusk made them unnecessary. “Please, Noah! Just get in and get us out of here as fast as you can.”
Something had changed in her body language, and since he’d had his gaze pretty much glued to her body nonstop, he couldn’t miss it. Everything had gone rigid, her shoulders, her face, and her hands were white-knuckled on the dash. Most telling, the utter, sheer terror was back. So much so that he took a good long second look at the SUV.
With the sun sinking below the horizon, long shadows cast across the parking lot. He couldn’t see through the windshield to the driver, or if there was a passenger.
But his gut told him there was at least one passenger, and his gut was rarely wrong.
And she was still trying to protect him. Hell if that didn’t sting. He walked around to the driver’s seat, casually but quickly, then started the engine. “Where to?” he asked when he got them on the move.
“Uh…” She was looking in the rearview mirror as he pulled out of the parking lot.
The SUV followed.
Oh, yeah, things just kept getting better and better. “Friends of yours?”
“No.”
“So you have no idea who they are?”
She didn’t look at him. “No.”
Shit. Another omission, he was certain. He turned down a side street.
So did the SUV.
Could be a coincidence. A strange one, but still… He made another unscheduled turn.
So did the SUV.
“If you don’t know them, why are they following us?” he asked, dividing his attention between the road, the rearview mirror, and Bailey’s very tense face.
She still had white knuckles on his dashboard, neck craned as she watched behind them with a growing expression of dread and renewed fear. “Don’t know.”
Gritting his teeth, he made a quick turn.
And still the SUV kept up with them.
“I don’t suppose calling the police is an option.”
She didn’t say a word to that.
He glanced at her as he pulled out his cell. “Speak up or forever hold your peace.”
“No,” she whispered.
“Even if I leave out the hijacking part?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because then you might as well just kill me yourself.”
He shot her a look, but she wasn’t kidding.
“Noah, did Sky High Air figure out I wasn’t on that flight to Aspen?”
Noah divided his attention between the rearview mirror and the road, while trying to think with his mind racing at eighty-five miles an hour.
“Noah?”
He glanced at her, knowing the truth was in his eyes, and not sure that he cared.
She just stared at him, horror dawning. “Oh, boy. Well, that’s it then. Now I’ve done it.”
“Done what?”
“Gotten you good as dead, too.”
Chapter 6
Maddie Stone closed down her computer and walked through Sky High Air’s building, turning off lights and making sure everything was shut down for the night to her specs. She had high specs-for herself and everyone else-higher than was asked of her as a concierge and personal assistant to three adventurous, gorgeous rebels.
But she loved it here, loved it more than any job she’d ever held, and she’d held a lot of them, carrying far more experience than any twenty-six-year-old should.
Everyone deserved a second chance, she reminded herself, and that Sky High had given her hers…well, she’d never forget it.
At first she’d found it odd that out of everything she’d done, both legal and not, both good for her and most absolutely not, stuff she was proud of and stuff she’d rather forget, she’d ended up on a private airstrip watching over three of the wildest, most outrageously sexy men on the planet.
But then again, that actually fit.
The four of them fit, a surprising wonder she marveled at every day.
