That would be Scott Renard. Young multimillionaire, Silicon Valley prodigy—as so many were— and Lily’s boyfriend. She thrilled at being left this little surprise.
The man at reception handed her the keycard snugly inserted into a heavy stock envelope. “You’re all set. Are you going up to your room now, ma’am?”
“No. Can you have the car brought around?”
The valet drove it into the drop-off area at the hotel door. It was a silver Alfa Romeo 4C Coupe, all sleek curves and low to the ground. She was a sucker for European sports cars, and Scott knew it.
She got in, settling and arranging the seat and mirrors—which always felt like a ritual in a new car—getting to know its layout and particularities. She ran her hands over the interior, feeling the plump smoothness of the leather. Then she twisted the key and pulled off into the street, delighting in the responsiveness of the accelerator and the easy, fluid way in which it drove.
She couldn’t wait to get that baby on the highway. But for now, she just played on the hilly San Francisco streets, as much as she could get away with and not attract the attention of the police. Once the sheen started wearing off, she activated the hands-free communication panel and called Scott.
“Hello, stud. Guess where I am?”
“I think you’re looking for something more specific than Frisco.”
“Very specific. My present company is sexy, curvy, European and very powerful.”
“If you’re trying to make me jealous, it’s not going to work.” He chuckled. “Do you like it?”
“I think you know the answer to that question. You do know how to please a girl.”
“In more ways than one. Speaking of which, I’m at work. Come pick me up.”
“Don’t you have big executive things to do? Hire people, fire people, look at fiscal reports?”
“I got all that done. I have a very important board meeting in five minutes, during which we are going to see if anyone can beat my high score on the office video game, but I can skip out early...if you sweeten the deal.”
Her smile widened at the suggestion. “Suppose I just leave you there playing games with the boys?”
“Okay. You win. I miss you desperately. Come now, or I’ll wallow forever in sorrow.”
She grinned. “Be there in twenty.”
“That’s the best you can do with my little present?” he asked incredulously.
“Be there in ten.”
A short time with an exaggerated proportion of driving violations later, she found him at the curb outside the building that housed SR Holdings, his electronic security start-up.
“Hey, baby,” she said. “Looking for trouble?”
“Looks like I found it,” he said, flashing his gap-toothed smile. He made his way around the coupe and into the passenger seat.
“I wish you’d stay with me,” he said. “There’s no need for you to stay at the hotel.”
“What’s the glamour in that? I prefer expensive cars, five-star hotels, and nights out on the town.”
“You would,” he said. “Not that we can’t have all that. You’ve been to my place, Lily. A five-star hotel isn’t an improvement.”
She let it hang. Eventually Scott took the hint and changed the subject. “You said you needed help with something? Or was that only a ploy to see me?”
“I did want to see you. But I really do need a favor.” Eyes on the road, she reached into her bag and pulled out the golden card.
Scott examined it.
“Fancy,” he said, turning it around. “Looks like real gold leaf. Got a chip embedded there too. Any idea what it is?”
“None at all. Lifted it from an arms dealer. We’re hoping it’ll give us some idea of where he’s going next. Think you can help us?”
“I might. I’ve got a friend who has this software, like face recognition but for anything. Searches through millions of online pictures for any object, any image really. I’ve seen it find a particular house from a picture of one corner of a window. I’ll have him run it through the algorithm, see what turns up. Meanwhile, I can run my own analysis, see what I can get from the chip. I’m going to need to go home and get some equipment.”
“We can afford to take a little break,” she said. “I was hoping we could take this baby down to the track.” She turned the full intensity of her jade eyes and rosy smile on him. “I could give you a few lessons.”
His eyebrows rose. “Well, as much as I’d love to take that offer,” he replied, “I had something else in mind,” he said. “Something a little more exciting.”
“Exciting is good.”
“You’re going to need a special outfit, though.”
She raised her eyebrows to meet his. “Is that so?”
* * * *
“Let me see,” Scott coaxed.
“I look ridiculous,” she said.
“You look in-freaking-credible.”
Lily was wearing a full wingsuit, which resembled a jumpsuit with webbing between the legs and arms so that, with limbs extended, she looked more than a little like a flying squirrel. A ram-air parachute container nestled at the back of the suit against her spine. They were on a rocky promontory overlooking a cliff miles outside the city, the sun low in the sky over the Pacific Ocean. A brisk wind was blowing from inland, and wisps of her crimson hair sticking out of her helmet beat against her face.
She inched toward the edge of the cliff and looked down. The sheer height made her stomach jump.
“Chicken?” Scott said, a teasing smile playing on his face.
Not about to let that stand, Lily pulled her goggles over her eyes and jumped off.
She fell through nothingness. She screamed in fear and glee as the wind rushed her face and through her hair, in the exhilaration of the free fall.
As instructed, she opened her arms, and the flaps caught the wind. And then she was flying.
They glided together, down, under the California sun.
* * * *
“I’ll admit you arrange the best dates.” She was speeding down the highway in the little Alfa Romeo, squinting against the sun setting over the
