The Rogue And The Rich Girl
The Rogue And The Rich Girl
Christine Pacheco
Stranded! Nicole Jackson looked oh-so-sexy in a pair of jeans, but to Ace Lawson she was nothing but a nuisance. First, she hired him to take her on some wild adventure; then she got him stuck in the middle of nowhere. Now "Miss Prim" was expecting him to rescue her from a mess of her own making!Nicole had thought the trip would add excitement to her humdrum life, but she never dreamed she'd be trapped with "Mr. Seduction." Still, she had a feeling Ace could teach her a thing or two about life - and maybe she could give him a little education about true love .
The Rogue and the Rich Girl
Christine Pacheco
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Jared, this one is for you, light of my life, with thanks for the inspiration and unwavering belief.
Dear Reader,
I dont remember a time when I didnt want to be a writer. Even as a child, I spun fantastical tales, an outlet for a very creative imagination. Along the way, several special people encouraged me in ways Ill never forget.
In elementary school, the librarian actually gave the books I wrote their own shelf and glued checkout cards on the inside covers. In junior high, a teacher gave me a full years credit of science projects for writing a book. I cant forget my mother, either, for always encouraging me to believe I could be anything I dreamed.
A lot of things have changed over the years, but not my love of the written word and the power it holds.
The call from Karen Taylor Richman at Silhouette changed my life, helping me realize a lifelong dream.
Its my sincere hope that I can capture your heart and engage your emotions, taking you away to the imaginary world I create. Just for a minute, I want you to take time out of your busy schedule for yourself, relax and enjoy.
All my very best wishes to you,
Christine Pacheco
Contents
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One
Ace Lawson glanced up from where he crouched on the airplane wing. The taxicab pulled to a halt, and he checked the scarred surface of his watch, not surprised to note it was already ten minutes past the hour.
As the woman opened the back door, he lifted his aviator glasses for a closer look.
Maybe it had been worth the wait.
Ankles, then calves emerged. He swore he heard the whisper of silk as she slipped from the car. But that was impossiblethe taxis engine hummed loudly. Obviously it had been too long since hed been with a woman.
She paid the driver, leaning over to do so.
Ace allowed a long, low whistle.
If only hed known this was a reward, he would have given up the boardroom five years earlier than he had.
The taxi sped off in a cloud of dust, leaving silence between him and the woman. She walked toward him. With one hand she carried a suitcase, with the other she clutched a tooled leather briefcase. In the wink of the morning sun, he noted the bright red of her sculptured nails.
Auburn hair flirted with her shoulders, a few wisps playing across her face in the desert heat. A skirt clung to her thighs, outlining the length of leg. A blazer hugged her shoulders, thankfully minus any scary linebacker padding.
She exuded professionalism, from her spiked heels to silk blouse. Yet none of the armor hid her obviously dormant sensuality.
Ace jumped from the wing, then leaned back against it, dropping his glasses into place, determined to enjoy the show. He told himself she was a client, that her money paid his bills and bought medical supplies he needed to help the underprivileged. But none of that prevented him from watching the soft sway of her hips.
He allowed a quick grin. Her dress-for-success uniform might look good now, but hed bet dollars to plane tickets she would be wilted in under an hour. Maybe less. And on Cabo de Bello, where artillery had been flying as often as pesky gulls, the rebels would likely find her an amusing diversion.
Oh well, if she wanted to act as though she were going on the Love Boat, he wouldnt stop her.
Ace Lawson? she asked, her voice slightly lilting, oddly intoxicating.
Yep, he said, accepting her outstretched hand. Warm. Smooth. Healthy. A hell of a contradiction to some of the womens hands hed seen lately. And youre late, he added. Just like his ex had always been.
Sorry. Her smile remained firmly in place, although she pulled back her hand.
He wondered if his calluses bothered her. Wondered if the dirt under his nails bothered her. But hed just finished a run. He wanted a cool shower, a colder beer and a soft pillow, but they were luxuries that had to wait.
I didnt realize you meant to take off promptly at ten.
He ignored the apology. Are you going to fly dressed like that? Or do you want five minutes to change?
Change? Her smile vanished and she looked at her sheath-style skirt and spike-heeled leather pumps.
He took in the slick package of her chic appearance. Hell, the lady probably spent more each month on clothes than hed made in the past ten years. What things he could do for others with that kind of money.
Honey, you look like a million bucks, but your stockings are going to be glued to your legs and my seats eat stockings for lunch. He shrugged elaborately. And them heels...
My heels? Whats wrong with them?
He didnt even try to hide his amusement as she tried to pull the sunken heel from the tar.
Theyre stuck, he said unnecessarily.
She grimaced.
He grinned, then rubbed his forefinger across the stubble shading his chin. Tell you what. Ill give you into something more comfortable.
Nicole Jackson arched a tweezed eyebrow at him. He could well imagine an unfortunate underling receiving that harsh, wordless gesture. It might have terrorized some; it entertained him. Besides, Cessie here isnt a Learjet.
She cut a glance to the side, taking in the single-engine plane that sported faded paint.
I noticed.
Her tone irritated him. His Cessna was his only worldly possession, and he loved it as if it were the child he always wanted but never had. Heck, he and Cessie had been around the world several times in the past few years. And shed never failed him. Unlike the women hed known.
So what do you say? You want to take me up on my offer? Youre down to four minutes.
She stared at himnearly eye to eye, he noticed.
Where do you suggest I change?
Over there. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
But thats an outhouse, she protested.
No attendant on duty, either.
She didnt laugh. Didnt smile. But her brows narrowed into a single, slim line.
Look, he said, patience waning. We need to get in the air. If you dont want to change, Ill help you into the plane.
Youll what?
That skirt wont give an inch. Youll have to lift it up or accept my help. Ace hoped she decided not to change.
Indecision warred on her face. Finally, with obvious reluctance, she nodded. Ill need about ten minutes.
Ace sighed.
Ill try to cut it short.
She offered a tentative smile and his aggravation began to fade. Then she tried to yank her shoe free. And failed. With another sigh, he bent, capturing her ankle with his hand. The curve of her bone slid perfectly into the cup of his palm. Suddenly a breath threatened to choke him.
Really, Mr. Lawson
Ace.
Theres no need to...
She trailed off as he looked up. Their gazes mingled for a flash of a second. A look, one he hesitated to name, passed between them.
That is...
Yes? He raised a brow.
Id appreciate the help.
Put your hand on my shoulder, he instructed.
She nodded, setting down her briefcase.
Nothing prepared Ace for the feel of her fingers penetrating his whisper-thin T-shirt. Soft. Warm.
He jerked the reluctant heel from the black ooze, leaving several thin strips of leather behind.
Thanks, she said, pulling her foot away from his hand.
Pushing to a standing position, Ace watched her slip stocking-clad toes into the ruined pump. Without another word, she picked up her briefcase and headed toward the rest roomouthouse, he mentally amendedonce again with that seductive sway.
Hell, maybe this trip wouldnt be so bad after all. For the first time in days, Ace Lawson actually smiled.
Just as quickly, though, his smile disappeared. He had a job to do, then needed to take another hop into Central America.
To kill the minutes, he climbed aboard Cessie and started a second preflight instrument checkanything to keep his mind off what Nicole might look like beneath the tough exterior. Would her undergarments be serviceable cotton, or would they be silk, satin and lace? Did her bra have an underwire or an eighteen-hour support system? Did she even wear a bra?
Ace shook his head. He needed sleep. And a stop at Rosies in Cartagena. He definitely didnt need a woman reminiscent of his wife.
The heat built inside the small compartment as the California desert sun blasted through the windshield. Hardly a breeze stirred and only a few Joshua trees fought for survival in the hostile environment.
She returned in under ten minutes, white athletic shoes a marked contrast to the black tar. Supple denim snuggled her thighs and hips, conforming to her curves like a good male friend. Or a lover.
His gut tightened.
Ace reached across the cockpit and opened the door. His muscles tightened as he grabbed the briefcase. What have you got in here? It was hard to believe she hadnt even struggled under the forty or so pounds.
Notebook computer, power supply, cellular phone, calculator, modem, files. Why?
Saying nothing, he reached for her suitcase. The luggage made the briefcase seem light. While she climbed aboard, he secured everything in the small area behind the seats.
Several minutes later, he taxied down the abandoned runway. The plane picked up speed. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the woman next to him.
Fasten your belt, he instructed, not believing she hadnt thought to do that.
Without checking to see if shed obeyed, he continued down the rutted, weed-choked runway, easing back on the yoke.
Urging the planes nose into the air, Ace reveled in the freedom of flight. The engine throbbed steadily beneath him, just like a hot, willing and undemanding woman. The sound of wind rushed past the fuselage, reminding him of the whisper of damp, musky sheets sliding to the floor.
He checked his instruments, then looked at his passenger. She hadnt followed orders. The ends of the safety belt rested at the side of the seat.
Her chest rose and fell in shallow motions and her vivid green eyes stared at nothing, unblinking. The tips of her manicured fingernails dug into her palms, and streaks of artificial color painted her cheeks. Her lips were tightly pursed. Obviously, the grip of fear held her paralyzed.
Ace groaned. Hed been hired to shuttle an uptight businesswoman who got airsick before the land lay even three thousand feet beneath them. Ms. Jackson?
A sound emerged from her throat that was part whimper, part moan.
A knot twisted in his gut. The feeling was familiar, but something hed thought hed gotten rid of when Elana fled. Evidently not. Unfortunately, he no longer carried a bottle of mint-flavored antacid in his duffel to help tame the wild ulcer. Right now, his passenger could use it every bit as much as he.
Are you okay? he asked, hoping he would get the answer he wanted, not the one he feared.
She didnt respond.
A burning in his stomach painfully reminded him of the ulcers existence.
Taking a hand from the yoke, he frantically dug through the map compartment for an airsick bag. There had to be one. Didnt there?
A bead of sweat trickled down her patrician nose.
Hang in there, he urged. Ace prided himself on the ability to deal with anything life tossed his way. Hed flown through blazing fires, been shot at, tossed into jail for a crime he hadnt committed, and another he had. And yet, he couldnt deal with something so elemental, so natural.
Or maybe it was the woman herself who unsettled him.
The whimper in her voice became urgent.
Damn. While keeping one eye on the controls, he reached again and again into the compartment.
She flinched.
And surprisingly, Ace experienced a twinge of sympathy. Digging under the maps, he searched for the waxy-feeling paper. To no avail.
The womans shoulders drooped, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
Since there were no bags, he had only one option: try to keep her from needing one.
Open your eyes, Ms. Jackson, he said softly, barely above the lulling hum of the engines. Fighting back impatience, he kept his tone even and cajoling. Youre making matters worse. For both of them.
She blinked.
Take five deep breaths. Hold each for at least three seconds.
She followed his instructions, drawing in a drink of air. With each breath, his corresponding pain lessened.
Thats it, he added when she gulped again. Exhale slowly.
She did.
Now look out the window.
The window? The words were hardly above a croak.
Try and fix your gaze in the distance. Dont look up, and definitely dont look down.
He surveyed the planes gauges, though in reality he could fly unconsciously...and had done so on more than one occasion.
He noticed her hands had stopped trembling. Take another couple of breaths, and whatever you do, dont close your eyes, since that makes you more dizzy and disoriented.
A few minutes later, she looked in his direction. A hint of color started to blend with her blusher.
You okay?
She nodded weakly. I think so.
Ace prayed so.
How did you do that?
Learned that handy tip a few years ago. Dated a dancer.
What does dancing have to do with it?
She did balletyou know all those spins. She said she always tried to focus on an object every time she spun around, said it stopped her from getting dizzy.
Evidently it works.
Next time, remember to take your motion sickness pills before you get on the plane.
I did.
He silently pleaded with the sky gods for smooth sailing, sans turbulence. Are you always such a poor passenger? Ace had a hard time believing he wasnt completely irritated by herwith her. Logic said he should have been. She was a painful reminder of his ex-wife and the hurt hed runflownaway from. Yet there was something vulnerable about Nicole Jackson, despite the way she dressed and acted. As if there was something more to the picture, something she didnt want anyone to uncover...
Absently he wondered what it would be like to unlock the secrets. Her secrets.
She wiped back a wisp of escaped auburn hair and looked at him. I do better in bigger aircraft.
Dragged from his wayward thoughts by the sound of her voice, he responded, Then why do you fly?
Its more convenient.
For who?
She shifted, squaring her shoulders. He saw her struggle to regain composure, hide the vulnerability hed witnessed. With her looks, money and title of President, she was obviously accustomed to being in control. Which ought to make things interesting, because he had no intention of relinquishing half an ounce of his control to any woman.
Fasten your belt, he instructed, the words a little rough, as he tried not to notice how alluring she looked with the gleaming sun accenting the highlights in her hair.
Nicole Jackson was business, and in a few days she would be history. Noticing personal thingsand wanting to discover themwouldnt make the trip any easier. And right now he needed easy.
Needed it bad.
* * *
Nicole fingered back the stands of hair that refused to cooperate. Her fingers no longer shook, but an uneasy sensation remained in her stomach. She recognized the feeling, and it had nothing to do with flying and everything to do with being out of control. She detested the feeling, knowing it was a sign of weakness. Nicole didnt want to be out of control, especially when she was at the mercy of a man who didnt appear to have an ounce of mercy in his soul.
To give him credit though, he hadnt turned the plane around and gone back in for a landing. And judging by the expression on his face, the thought had obviously crossed his mind.
Cognizant of his gaze and the fact hed glanced suggestively, more than once, at the belt, she forced her fingers to relax, then grabbed both ends and snapped them together.
Then he looked away, as if she werent even there.
While he was deep in thought, or just plain ignoring her, she surveyed the man sitting next to her.
Deep lines were etched beside his haunted gray eyes, indicating that hed seen more of life than some men twice his age. His dark blond hair was brushed back severely from his furrowed forehead. She knew, without a doubt, that the valleys grooved in his face were formed from experience, not laughter.
A masculine shading of stubble covered his jaw, leaving her to wonder if hed been up all night or whether the look was typical of his personality. Either way, it was different than what she was accustomed to seeing.
Nicole noticed the way his hands curved around the yoke and remembered the sensual feel of his calluses. The feeling had been unique. And tantalizingly thrilling.
Evidently aware of her less-than-subtle scrutiny, he glanced in her direction. His lips curved into something she thought might be considered a smile in less than polite circles. Momentarily, his harsh features had been transformed, until they werent quite as brooding. In fact, he was quite attractive. Ruggedly so. Teasingly so. If one went for that type of man, which she definitely didnt. She had enough worries trying to save the account for her client, without adding Ace Lawson to the list of her problems.
Are you still doing okay?
Did she detect a slight hint of concern in his tone? I think you and your plane are both safe.
Good. There was no mistaking his relief. Nor her own. Obviously, the concern had been a figment of her imagination.
Without another word, he checked a map, glancing at the dials and gauges. He piloted the plane with confidence, almost arrogance. As much as he unsettled her, though, she knew she was in safe hands.
Ace Lawsons firm, Risky Business, specialized in flying people to areas no one else would. She was aware of the recent rebel activity on Cabo de Bello, and knew that was why the last commercial airline had canceled flights to the island. Two months ago, following a hurricane that decimated the runways, the smaller airlines had followed suit. Which left her with Ace Lawson.
Their legs brushed. Worn, nearly threadbare jeans melded to his thighs like a second skin. A jolt of awareness pierced her. His masculine scentthat of adventure spiced with dangersurrounded her, making the cockpit intimate.
He grinned wolfishly; he didnt apologize.
She scooted away, pressing her right shoulder against the cold glass window. She could survive anything for two days, she told herself. Including Ace Lawson.
After all, she was paying his wages.
And that made him just another employee.
Vaguely she wondered why that thought gave her absolutely no comfort.
Two
Several hours later, a pocket of turbulence jolted the plane. Nicole wanted to squeeze her eyes shut, desperate to keep the consuming panic at bay. But remembering Aces previous instructions, she forced herself to focus in the distance.
Thats a girl, he said.
She found the deep resonance of his voice oddly reassuring. Nicole clung to the lifeline of his calmness, and decided not to be ruffled by his patronizing manner.
Flying was the worst part of her job. Even though shed logged nearly one hundred thousand air miles for the company her father started and she fought to save, Nicole had been unable to overcome the constant terror.
And this flight was worse than many of the others. Despite Aces earlier remarks, she hadnt expected the comfort of a Learjet, but neither had she been prepared for the Cessnas cramped confines.
Each sensation was magnified tenfold, from the loudness of the creaking fuselage and constant drone of the engine, to the shudder of the seat and roll of dash instruments.
She hadnt thought she would have to sit so close to the pilot. His muscular thigh, wrapped in faded-to-white denim, pressed against her own, much softer leg. Sensually.
Each time he reached to check an instrument or map, his motions rippled through her. The faint scent of the tropical after-shave clinging to his neck seemed much more potent to her neglected senses than the hundred-dollar-an-ounce cologne she was accustomed to on her male colleagues and rare dates.
He shifted, his hip bone brushing her thigh. She sucked in a huge gulp of air. The man was dangerous, more unnerving than flying, and the aura of power he possessed told her that for the first time ever, she was way out of her league.
Since shed grown up and learned to deal with the crisscrossing of scars left by an uncomfortable childhood, that of never fitting in or belonging, never being quite good enough, Nicole had allowed no man close enough to bother her.
And she wouldnt start with Ace Lawson.
Straightening, she inched away from the close contact of their bodies.
I have to stop to refuel before the last stint thatll take us over water.
The unease in Nicoles stomach became acid. Needing another dose of Dramamine, she shifted as much as the restricting belt allowed. She grappled behind the seat for her suitcase. When her fingers were unable to locate anything except the coarseness of canvas and layers of maps, she asked, Wheres my suitcase?
Under my duffel bag. He turned to her. Youre not sick again, are you?
Im nervous about the landing, she admitted.
Ill take it easy and steady, he promised.
She wondered if he was only talking about the plane.
But if you need more medicine right away, theres probably some in the first-aid kit.
She glanced around. Wheres that?
My duffel.
The idea of rifling through his personal effects bothered her...more than the thought of the landing. Ill be okay.
He shrugged. Suit yourself. But theres no need for heroics. In fact, Id much prefer you didnt attempt it.
He guided the plane through puffy clouds. Nicole focused on a spot in the distance.
Almost there.
The plane rocked and bounced as the runway rose to meet them. She gripped the bottom of the seat until numbness froze her hands.
You can wake up now, Sleeping Beauty.
Nicole emerged from her self-imposed trance like a caterpillar transformed into a butterfly. She blinked, relieved to discover Ace taxiing to the tie-down area.
Youre still alive, he said.
Tell that to my stomach.
Ace laughed softly, then shook his head. He maneuvered the plane into the spot indicated by an attendant. When he shut down the engine, he turned to Nicole. You hungry?
Couldnt eat a thing.
You should try something light. Thisll be your last opportunity for a decent meal until tonight.
Ill take my chances.
He lifted a broad shoulder in a hint of a shrug, then dropped it again just as quickly. Well be leaving in about fifteen minutes.
Ace swung his long legs to the ground, then came around to her side of the plane. He offered his hand, and she accepted it, surprised by the tingle that chased up her spine at the warmth of his touch.
He released her, moving back a few steps. The motion caused his jacket to flap open. Something metallic glinted in the bright sunlight. She looked again. The handle of a knife.
Nicole gulped. A long knife, the size of the one she carved with at home, was sheathed in a leather holster. Her heart rate jumped. No man shed ever known owned a knife like that, much less packed it casually on his waist. Instinctively, she knew he had the knowledge to wield it. A shiver of fear traced her spine.
Is that really necessary? she asked, her voice betraying her fear.
He followed her gaze. This? He pulled the knife from its home with a fluid motion and a vicious hiss.
The sunshine refracted in a hundred different directions, shooting rainbow colors into the sky. The brightness of the glint made her blink several times.
Yes, its really necessary.
Pulling her gaze away from the wickedly serrated metal edge, she looked directly into Aces hooded eyes. Hed certainly drawn the weapon quickly, proving his lazy good looks deceptive. I received a letter from Governor Rodriguez just a few days ago, saying he was anxious to talk again. He wants this account saved as much as my client does. As much as I do, she thought.
No doubt, he agreed.
His silence, combined with a tense stance, made her push on. In her years as a leader in the corporate world, shed learned to read body language. And Aces screamed he was hiding something. Go on, she encouraged. If you have something to say, say it.
In a single flip of the wrist, he expertly returned the knife to its worn home. Look, Ms. Jackson, I have plenty to say about this trip of yours to Cabo de Bello. Regardless of that, my job is to get you there...
His glance lazily traveled the length of her body. For the second time that day. She refused to shift uncomfortably, but standing still was one of the most difficult things shed ever done.
When his piercing gaze finally met her face, he was met with her best impression of corporate coolness. But nothing could hide the way her blood rushed through her body.
...And see that your butt is kept in one piece until I get you back home to your safe, insulated condo in Los Angeles.
Really, Mr. Lawson
Ace. The names Ace. Were going to be spending the next couple of days together. You might as well dispense with the formality. Calmly he folded his arms across his chest.
If thats the way you want to play it... She allowed her sentence to trail off.
Honey, I guarantee you, this is anything but a game. The report that crossed your desk last week wasnt a joke. The islands politically unsettled, and I dont mean a comfortable vote em out of office mentality. Im talking about shoot em till they shut up philosophy.
Back home, in her floor-to-ceiling glass-paned office, the crudely typed report seemed more the stuff of a grade-B movie than her life. Her heart beat faster.
Unfolding his arms, he made one hand into a fist. You and your client are trying to change a way of life.
Then why did you agree to pilot me?
Money.
Nicole arched a brow. Somehow you dont seem the type to require a lot of money.
Youre right. I dont.
Then why?
Anyone ever tell you youre a pushy broad?
The last man who did wore his front teeth in his lip.
Ace nearly cracked a smile. Nearly. Youre welcome to try.
Id prefer a simple answer.
Right. Im taking you to Cabo de Bello because you want to go and I need the cash.
She waited. And waited.
Thats as simple as it gets, he said.
He took her shoulders between his hands, firmly, but not excessively so. That didnt stop a frisson of awareness from passing up her spine.
I intend to take this opportunity to use every means at my disposal to get you to change your mind about representing your client on this. My beef isnt with you, necessarily, but youre the conduit. And if I take you out of the action, theyre out, too.
Her jaw dropped. She closed her mouth with an audible snap. You sound as if you have a vested interest, Mr. Lawson.
Nope. He released her. A warm Pacific breeze toyed with his hair, subtracting years, if not determination, from his face. Ive got friends that dont want to see Cabo de Bello become another sweatshop just to line the deep coffers of your clients purse.
Youre being melodramatic.
Maybe youre not being realistic, he countered.
Theyve invested over four million dollars and two years on this project
Two years is nothing, compared with the way of life youll change forever, he interrupted, hostility making his words deeper, more husky.
A primitive part of her responded with an internal leap to the sexiness in his voice. Yet, right now, he was on the opposite side of an issue, an issue her survival depended on. Opening the plant on time hardly compares with ruining a way of life, she said, brows furrowing together.
Sure it does. Your client...
She didnt like the emphasis on the last word.
...Will be getting clothes made at dirt-cheap prices, then selling them for a huge profit. The standard of living wont increase much here, but some fat cat in the States will get even fatter.
Thats free enterprise, she insisted.
Thats robbery. Just because it happens doesnt make it right. Have you stopped to think about the jobs that might be lost at home?
Be warned, Ms. Jackson, he said, the heat of his breath feathering across her cheek. I mean it when I say I intend to do everything in my power to send you back with a change of heart. You and your client can find another place thats anxious for your kind of progress.
Nicole shook her head and several strands of her hair met and mingled with his breath. Thats not possible.
More than he knew was at stake. Everything shed spent years fighting for lay on this deal. If she didnt salvage the project, she would lose the account. God knew sheand WorldNetcouldnt afford it. Because of a series of disastrous failures, her company might be swallowed whole by the highest bidder, maybe by the one person she and her father had trusted implicitly.
Bitterly, she thought of Sam Weeder, her fathers partnerher own godfather. Weeder had worked to undermine her company since her fathers death. Hed placed a mole inside WorldNet, jeopardizing accounts. Judging by last quarters financial statements, hed done a heck of a job.
Failure was unacceptable. She intended to approach success with single-minded determination.
I can be persuasive. He traced his blunted fingernail down one of her cheekbones.
She winced, not liking the way her treacherous body responded, then pulled back. I wont be persuaded. Not even if you pull out all the stops.
He grinned. Certain. Cocky. Threatening.
Fifteen minutes, he said for the second time. Be ready to fly. Obviously dismissing their conversationhis veiled threat and hinted promisehe pivoted and strode away, long legs gulping the distance to the outbuilding.
Her shoulders sagged against the plane. She hadnt counted on her pilot having an explosive personality, hadnt counted on the fact she might run into opposition even before she stepped foot on the Central American island near Belize.
Not one to wallow in useless thought, she pulled herself together and decided to freshen up. Standing on her tiptoes, Nicole reached behind the seat. She bit out a quick curse when she couldnt shove Aces duffel off her bag.
Knowing she could make do with the few cosmetics in her briefcase, she grabbed it from the floor. Nicole snapped the latches open and took out a picture of the plant.
WorldNets client blended the plant with the islands natural beauty. Theyd spent millions of dollars on the state-of-the-art plant. It hadnt been until they were ready to start hiring that the trouble started.
She shook her head.
Saving the account would save her client. And WorldNet.
Nicole allowed the full-color glossy to flutter back into place. After digging out the cosmetics bag, she reached for the box of motion-sickness pills. She shook out the foil pouch, then sighed when seeing each piece of foil jaggedly torn. She had another box...in her unreachable luggage.
Nicole glanced around for her pilot, but didnt see him anywhere. And her allotted time was ticking away. For a few seconds she fought against her conscience, which told her not to rifle through his belongings, even though hed earlier given his permission. Realizing she had no other options if she was to be prepared when he dictated, she closed the briefcase, set it on the floor, then knelt backward on the passenger seat.
She grasped the small zipper tab. The rasp of the zipper sounded unnaturally loud in the summer silence. She groaned when she noticed everything was tightly packed, with no evidence of the first-aid kit. If she wanted the Dramamine, she would have to dig for it.
Inserting her hands down the sides, she discovered nothing but the various textures of fabricrough and smooth. Trying again, she came across a razor, obviously not used recently, a tube of toothpaste squeezed from the middle and a nearly empty plastic bottle of after-shave. On her third attempt, she grabbed the folded kit. When she pulled it out, a piece of clothing snagged on a torn end of the vinyl.
Nicole tugged on the clothing, suspiciously soft, like satin. She pulled it free, holding it in her hand. Pinocchio? she whispered in disbelief. He didnt seem like the type. She pursed her lips. She couldnt believe shed entrusted her life to a man who carried a knife and wore Pinocchio underwear.
Embarrassed by the intimacy of handling the material that wrapped, probably snugly, around Aces hips, she gingerly took the nose between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it free from where it had snagged. It was at that second she noticed Pinocchios nose was designed to accommodate a certain part of Aces anatomy. With plenty of room for growth.
Oh my God.
Heat chased up her cheeks. As if theyd singed her fingers, she threw the briefs back into the duffel bag, yanking the zipper shut. The man was too much.
Pulling her professional demeanor around her as a protective barrier, she raided the first-aid kit, leaving it on the seat between them.
She climbed down the plane and hurried to the rest room. By the time she had resculptured her cheekbones with an artful sweep of blush and pulled her hair back into a chignon, she was in control. Unshakable.
Even by Ace and his less-than-civilized tendencies.
Hed kept her off kilter so far, but she could handle it. Except for the missing polish on his veneerthe crude language, unshaven chin and well-worn blue jeanshe was exactly the same as every man shed ever met.
An unfamiliar nagging voice reminded her of the long silky nose that had hung between her fingers, Pinocchios ridiculous eyes wide with delight and mouth smiling devilishly. Of the two men shed been involved with, one had worn baggy boxer shorts and the other had worn white briefs with standard apples and grapes on the tag. No, Ace wasnt like any man shed known.
Nicole squared her shoulders and left the bathroom feeling confident and composed. Ace was signing the bottom of a fuel invoice when she reached the plane.
He handed the attendant the clipboard, then flicked his gaze over her. I liked your hair the way it was.
She fingered the secured knot. I prefer it up.
Yeah. He took mirrored aviator shades from the breast pocket of his ragged denim jacket. You would.
She felt a moment of regret when he put on the glasses, blocking out the intensity etched in his gray eyes. Simultaneously, she was glad. He saw too much.
Ready?
Anytime you are, she answered, shoving aside the unwelcome thoughts of his all-knowing eyes. Nicole opened the passenger door and saw a half-dozen or so airsick bags on her seat. She didnt know whether he was being courteous or cautious. Cautious, she decided, moving them to the map compartment. Ace wouldnt have done anything for her comfort, only his.
After a Learjet cleared, Ace taxied into position on the runway, and opened the throttle, giving the engine full power.
She wasnt sure why, but this takeoff didnt traumatize her as much as the first one had. Ace nudged the nose into the air, then leveled off, and her stomach only twisted with sporadic pains. She marveled at the sensation and told herself it had nothing to do with the pilots obvious skills.
Many hours later, following another brief landing for fuel at a scary-looking airstrip near a small Mexican village, the sun splashed its majestic array of colors across a vivid blue backdrop, then dropped on the western horizon.
She craned her head to look out the window, seeing the world in a new way. Invariably, on commercial flights, she lowered the window shade so she wouldnt be forced to accept the reality of flirting with clouds while the land beneath her melded into a solid mass of potential crash sites.
Magenta swirled with purples and mauves, and she realized it was the first time shed seen a sunset in over two years. Her job, first as Daddys assistant, now as sole owner, consumed every available hour and even a few that werent available. Its beautiful up here, she said, nearly ten minutes later, after the sun had given a final wink, casting sparkling shimmers into the Caribbean.
Theres no place like the sky, he agreed over the engines roar.
For a moment, the grooves around his eyes relaxed, and Nicole glimpsed the real human being buried beneath layers of hard exterior. Was it possible...?
Instantly the softening disappeared.
The next few hours passed in a blur to her.
Well be landing soon.
Butterflies leapt to life, bringing her out of her silent plans for the meeting with the governor.
You might want to take some more Dramamine.
Ive already taken some.
You got them out of the bag?
She wrinkled her nose. I met Pinocchio.
Pinocchio? he echoed, seemingly confused.
The underwear in your bag.
Ace laughed, and the sound was every bit as rich and vibrant as shed thought. Like Kahl?a and cream splashed over big chunky ice cubes. And every bit as potent.
They were a gag gift, he said. At the bachelor party I went to a couple of days ago.
I could hardly care what you dress in, Mr. Lawson. Still, she couldnt help but wonder how they would look on him.
I assure you, Ms. Jackson, Ive never worn anything like that.
She resisted the implied invitation to ask what he did wear.
Not my style.
Nicole turned away, looking out the window, seeing nothing except the vastness of water, which she assumed was the Caribbean. I thought you said were landing.
We are.
Where? she asked.
Down there.
Down where? she asked again, not seeing anything resembling an island, let alone a runway.
Outrageously, he winked at her. Trust me.
Her stomach dropped when Ace began the descent. Trusting him was the last thing she wanted to do. And the one thing she had to stake her life on.
The plane hit a patch of rough air, causing them to lose altitude drastically.
Well be okay.
She clutched the metal bar under her seat, the words trust me echoing in her mind.
They emerged from the turbulence, less than a heartbeat later.
That wasnt too bad, was it?
Terrifying, she said.
That wasnt terrifying, he said. Terrifying is when youre in the air with a bullet hole in the windshield and a fire in the engine.
His tone was matter-of-fact, and it lit a responding flame somewhere inside her. Hed experienced the danger of living on the edge but didnt allow it to bother him.
Are you ever afraid?
Ten, maybe fifteen seconds passed and she thought he didnt intend to answer. What was going on behind that smoky gaze? What was he hiding?
Finally he admitted, Sometimes. Sometimes Im afraid.
He looked at her. He obviously had a human side he didnt want to show often. For some reason, the fact that hed afforded her a glimpse of his fallible humanity touched her.
Why do you put yourself in a position like that in the first place?
Because life can be shallow and meaningless.
He specialized in taking people where no one else would. It had earned him a reputation shed been scared to trust. Until shed had no other options. Putting yourself in danger makes life meaningful?
Living makes life meaningful, he said.
She started to ask another question, to dig a little deeper into the character he wanted shrouded, but he interrupted.
The runways just ahead.
Nicole looked out the windshield, seeing something that resembled a lump of coal, floating in the middle of the sea. Cabo de Bello?
He looked at his console again. Yep.
A single light reflected in the distance. She felt like Columbus, discovering the blessed sight of land after months at sea.
Ace maneuvered the plane into a descent. Of all the things that could happen, gravity concerned her most.
Hang on, he said. This runways still screwed up from the last tropical storm.
She knew that, but hearing him say it made it more immediate. Alarming.
As they got closer, it appeared palm tree fronds grabbed at them like demonic fingers. She swallowed a terrified scream. The landing gear snagged in a rut, making them careen wildly. Ace swore. Nicole prayed. The plane rocked and shuddered, and the seat belt sliced across her middle.
Well be okay in half a second, he shouted.
The acrid stench of smoking rubber burned her nose. But before she knew it, they slid to a gradual stop, several dozen yards away from a threatening stand of tropical trees.
Hed performed an exceptional landing.
You all right?
Her muscles felt stiff but, other than that, she was all right. She nodded.
Sure?
A man with dark skin, and hair black as the night sky, rushed toward them, flashlight casting shadows all around. His face was alive with excitement. He grabbed the pilots door and threw it open. Ah! Se?or Ace. I saw a plane trying to land like a crazy dodo bird... For emphasis, the man spread his arms wide and turned a circle on the ground. ...I knew it had to be you. He grinned, sporting a hole where front teeth usually resided.
Hola, mi amigo, Ace responded easily, shutting down the engine.
Ah, Se?or Ace, you brought company. He punched Ace in the arm. Is about time. Me and my wife, we think it will never happen. Welcome, lady, welcome.
He reached across Ace, extending a hand. Ace pushed the mans hand back. Nicole frowned at Ace.
Perhaps I should make some introductions, first. Ricardo, this is Nicole Jackson. With WorldNet. Nicole, my friend, Ricardo Maldanado.
Ricardo quickly dropped his hand to his side, as if the threat of her touch offended him. She turned the full force of her scowl on Ace. Hed known this would happen. But why? She wanted answers. Now.
Later, Nicole, he promised. You can have a piece of me later.
You bring her here? Ricardo demanded, waving his arms like the dodo bird hed spoken of. Are you loco? This is too much, even for you.
What did you want me to do? Kick her out of my plane?
That would be better than bringing her here, no?
I dont think the lady likes parachutes.
No. No. The man frantically shook his head, then glanced over his shoulder, his wide-eyed alarm clear. Is too dangerous, Se?or Ace. You must take her away. Pronto.
A shiver of fear, unlike anything shed ever felt, started at the base of her spine and spiked its way up, until it shimmered at her nape. No, Nicole said. She clutched Aces biceps and felt the tension coiled in solid muscle. Shed come too far; her future, and everything shed always worked for, was on the line. She couldnt quit. Couldnt lose. I must meet with Governor Rodriguez. Please.
Because it vanished so quickly, she might only have imagined the momentary melting in Aces glacier-cold eyes.
Relax, Ricardo. Ill take care of the se?orita.
The man shook his head in jerky motions. No, no. Is too risky.
Thats my business, Ricardo. Besides, the lady here knows what shes getting herself into.
Under the faded shirt he wore, she felt Aces muscles bunch and constrict. Tell that lazy brother of yours to get his butt over here with the taxi.
Ricardo clasped his hands together in the motion of prayer and lifted them heavenward. He rolled his eyes. Madre de Dios.
Youll be meeting Her soon enough if you dont do as I say, Ricardo. Comprende?
Ah, s?, s?. He bobbed his head, then hurried away.
With the mans absence, the cockpit felt even smaller, the air lightning-charged. Frogs croaking and crickets chirping provided the only relief from the eerie silence.
Satisfied?
Ace had put himself on the line for her. And she had the uncomfortable feeling his help came with a price.
He turned slightly, his muscle flexing. She realized her hand was still wrapped around his upper arm. With a start, she unfurled her fingers and pretended the queasy feeling deep inside was from the flight and Ricardos strange reaction, and not from the powerful effect Ace exacted on her.
I didnt lie, did I? You really do know what youre getting yourself into? You know what youre up against?
You? she asked, strangely breathlessly.
Me? He shook his head. Hell, honey, Im the least of your worries.
His voice contained a grainy undercurrent of urgency that made her uneasy.
A lot of people dont want you here, Nicole. That should have been obvious by the meeting you just had with my friend. I can guarantee you my enemies wont be so gracious.
Whats going on here? Tendrils of apprehension held her in their grips.
A small revolution, Nicole. Sparked by you and your client.
She gulped and the blood drained from her face.
Ricardos right. If you had any sense, wed get the plane refueled and be outta here before anyone knows you ever landed. You can be safe and sound in your bed, probably in your penthouse apartment, before another sun sets.
Ace shifted. The hilt of his knife reflected prisms of light from the faint runway lamps. She was in a hostile land, entrusting her life to a virtual stranger. Ace hadnt candy-coated facts. Though the governor extended an invitation, others wouldnt be so kind.
And the man shed hired to help her wasnt on her side. Fear was suddenly very real and very intimidating.
She heard the crank of a cars engine and loud oaths. After several tries, the engine caught, choked, then rushed on. A moment later, a taxi with a missing headlight and twisted fender screeched to a halt beside the plane.
Ace leaned forward, his shoulder brushing the softness of her breast.
His presence disturbed her, made her undoubtedly aware of being a woman. Made her fear she would never again recoup the control shed lost to her enigmatic protector.
She sucked in a breath. Deeply.
When he sat back up, she saw something glimmer in his hand. Her heart missed a beat.
In his palm, Ace cradled a large pistol. Dread coiled deep inside.
Its your call, Nicole.
Three
Well? Ace watched while a war of indecision waged on her suddenly pale face. Hed scared her. Intentionally. Cabo de Bello was beautiful. Deceptively beautiful.
The governor had managed to keep the opposition subdued...so far. But for how long was anyones guess.
He saw Nicole shove away the fear and force grim determination in its place. Shed set a goal and refused to be deterred. It was a noble, if stupid, trait. The same kind of na?vet had gotten him into trouble. Thank God he was too old for that anymore.
I want to stay.
Yeah. I expected as much, he said. Lets go.
After grabbing his small arsenal of weapons, the duffel and her suitcase, he joined her on the tarmac.
Ricardo and his brother, Poncho, glared, and Ace scowled at both men, patience at an end, and snapped, Ricardo, put my plane in a hangar. I dont want anyone knowing were here.
Por favor, Se?or
Ace cut off protests with a wave. A lot of islanders didnt want WorldNets progress. Sweatshop working conditions were good for no one, except owners.
Yet here he was, with a woman who represented each of the things Ricardo and Poncho hated.
Nicoles appointment with Governor Rodriguez wasnt until the morning. Since Ace and Nicole would both have rooms in the mansion, Ace planned to make use of each minute. And as hed told her, he intended to use whatever tactics he needed. Fair. And foul.
Slyly, he grinned.
Why fly to Rosies when he had Nicole? After all, hed felt a response ripple through her when hed outlined the length of her cheekbone. Shed fought it, but her breath had caught. She was aware of him, just as he was aware of her.
Ready? he asked Nicole.
She nodded.
Poncho and Ricardo exchanged uneasy glances, then Ricardo shrugged as if in hopelessness. After tucking his gun into his waistband, Ace turned to see Nicole slide into the taxi gracefully. No easy trick, he knew.
Watch the hole, he warned. Part of the floor on that side has rusted through.
Oh. She glanced at the floor before crossing her long legs.
Poncho climbed behind the wheel and swore several times in Spanish. The car jerked and a groan tore from Nicoles lips.
Are you all right?
Just feeling a little wear and tear, she said.
Ace leaned over the seat and tapped Poncho on the shoulder. Take it easy, mi amigo.
S?, s?, I try, I try.
He sat back. Its only a few miles to the governors mansion.
She managed a brave smile.
He couldnt summon an answering frown. She had guts and tenacity in equal measures. Hed summed her up quickly when shed stepped onto the Southern California tarmac. Although shed been reminiscent of Elana, thered been several subtle differences.
Sure, Nicole had all the trappings of a spoiled rich girl, from the diamond studs in her ears all the way down to designer aerobic shoes, but there was something more. She carried herself with determination, mixed with an enchanting, exciting vulnerability. Wariness and hurt showed in her facehed had plenty of experience recognizing botheven though she fought to hide it. All combined to intrigue him.
An urge to protect her nearly overwhelmed him. And the only thing that stopped him from reaching for her hand was the certainty she wouldnt welcome it.
The car hit a pothole that jarred Aces teeth. Yet, stoically, Nicole never uttered a word, even when he saw her top teeth sink into her lower lip.
With each mile they drew closer to the governors mansion, Aces senses sharpened. He felt as though a hundred pairs of eyes stared at him, tracking every move.
Waiting. Watching.
Unconsciously, he reached for his gun. He cut a glance out the window, seeing swaying trees and low hanging clouds.
Whats the matter?
Her nervous voice intruded. Never looking at her, he forced a lie. Nothing.
Then why are you playing with your gun?
Im not. Even in the shrouding darkness, he knew shed arched an auburn brow. He frowned, realizing his fingers were resting protectively on the deadly coldness of his weapon. Nothings wrong, he reasserted. Habit.
The disbelief of her gaze penetrated the distance.
You make a habit of playing with your gun, Mr. Lawson?
Ace, he corrected. Again. The names Ace. My dads Mr. Lawson. Hed said it to distract her from her line of questioning, yet, for a second, he actually wondered what his name would sound like when her tongue curled around the word.
Ace, she said dutifully.
The sensation of a fist landed in his stomach. Lord, she made it sound seductive, just as hed hopedjust as hed feared. He groaned. If his name sounded that good, how would it feel to have her tongue on his, tasting, testing, teasing?
Shaken, he dragged a hand through the cropped length of his hair. Business, he reminded himself. Nicole was business. And he was a professional.
But his thoughts strayed to the upcoming night ahead. Business. Right. Sure. Hed sworn to do whatever it took to change her mind. Do it he would.
He shifted uncomfortably, his jeans suddenly too tight.
Poncho rounded a corner and slowed down. Ace ruthlessly shoved aside his thoughts as the governors unkempt lawn and gardens loomed in the taxis dirty headlight. In the month since Aces last visit, natural vegetation had choked the life out of the carefully planted gardens. There were no signs of activity.
Ace leaned forward. Whats going on, mi amigo?
The man shrugged several times. No s.
Ace rubbed the stubble on his chin. Hed spoken to Juan Rodriguez only two weeks ago. The man was anxious to meet Nicole. So where were the lights and welcoming committee?
Poncho stomped on the brake. The car jerked to a stop, spewing pebbles and dirt in every direction.
Ace?
Alone, he would have gone inside. But because of Nicole, he refused to take the chance.
Hairs on the back of his neck stirred in undeniable warning. Turn around, Poncho. Get the hell out of here.
Tires squealed as Poncho forced the manual steering to perform a feat it wasnt designed for.
Whats going on? Nicole asked in a breathless whisper, evidently confused, obviously reading his panic.
On the back of Ponchos seat, Ace beat an impatient staccato with his fingers. Mentally, he listed possibilities and options. He was aware of the nervous looks Poncho cast in the rearview mirror. The governor was expecting us, Ace said finally.
You think somethings wrong?
He nodded tightly. I do.
She fell silent for a few moments, moments he needed in order to think. A cloud sauntered away from the moon, affording him the opportunity to see her fingers were tightly knotted in her lap. Yet she didnt say anything. Again he found a reason to admire her.
Dragging his attention away from Nicole, he cataloged the things that didnt make sense. Leaning forward, he quietly asked Poncho, Who knew I was coming here?
Se?or Rodriguez.
Anyone else?
The man met Aces gaze in the rearview mirror. Even I did not know, until Ricardo tell me tonight.
The answer only raised more questions. Acid churned in his stomach. The rebels were obviously more of a threat than Rodriguez or Ace had thought.
I take you to mi casa, no? Poncho offered.
Gracias, mi amigo. Ace knew they would be somewhat safe with his friends, a whole lot safer than if they strung a hammock between two palm trees.
Is his home big enough for us? Nicole asked quietly.
No. Ace wondered how she would react to an evening of camping out on the homes dirt floor. The first time hed stayed with the Maldanados, hed thought of Elana. He knew the idea of spending five minutes in the house would have made her painted toes curl in her satin pumps.
Would Nicoles reaction be any different?
Is Poncho married?
With five kids. He waited for a reaction. Lord knew, his ex had had definite problems when hed mentioned kids. Five noisy kids. Ace wished he could see Nicoles expression. Would her lips be curled in disgust at the thought of what having five kids would do to her career, not to mention her figure?
The issue of children had been the first of many to cause serious problems between him and Elana. He wanted kidshad a desperate burn in his gut to right the wrongs inflicted by his family.
But that wasnt to be. Sometimes he felt a pang of regret, but hed learned to live with it, by risking his life so children could live longer.
I hope Mrs. Maldanado wont mind the extra people.
She probably wont even notice, Ace said wryly.
Poncho jerked the car to a sudden stop in front of a small shack. Ace climbed out and went around to Nicoles side. It was now or never.
Let me help you, he said, opening her door. She placed her much-smaller hand in his palm. Awareness pulsed through him. It was as shocking as it was unwelcome.
Instead of letting her go as he knew he should, he closed his fingers around her hand, holding her captive.
Her eyes opened wide, bringing her gaze back around until it locked on his face. Neither said a word. Her breathing deepened. His did the same. Her lipssoft, full, sensualparted in silent invitation.
An invitation he resisted RSVPing to.
What was wrong with him? At thirty-seven, hed been around the block. So why did the thought of surrendering to the strangeness of night and kissing her bother him?
Hed already said he would do what it took. So why the hesitation? Suddenly the idea of using her gave him qualms. He disliked the flash of conscience.
Poncho cleared his throat, then slammed closed the trunk lid, shattering the illusion of their near intimacy.
Mi casa, Poncho said apologetically to Nicole.
Ace studied Nicole in the moons glow. Though the Maldanados home was rich compared to some on the island, it was poor compared with what she likely called home. To his amazement, she was graciousness itself.
Thank you for your hospitality, Se?or Maldanado. She smiled dazzlingly.
Ponchos face became a wreath of grins. De nada, se?orita, de nada.
She had more facets than the two-carat engagement ring Ace had given Elana. And Nicoles smile was more intense. For a second, he allowed himself to imagine what it would feel like to experience its full effect, bestowed on him and no one else.
The shacks door opened with a groan. He wondered if the facade would crack once she saw the five kids, two dogs, three cats and a dozen or so chickens.
But she showed no sign of faltering as a cacophony of sound surged out the door.
Wheres my favorite lady? Ace demanded, following Nicole inside.
A tall, slender woman, long black hair falling around her shoulders, swung around. Ace!
She rushed forward and was swept into Aces outstretched arms. A strange sensation, something akin to jealousy, snapped at Nicole. Annoyed with herself, she shoved it aside. She had no attachment to Ace and shouldnt care how many women he smashed against his solid chest. Still, when he put down the woman, after only kissing her forehead, Nicole experienced relief.
Living with this old man still agrees with you, Maria?
The woman glanced over her shoulder at Poncho, then back at Ace. She winked. S?. I have not yet found anyone better. Any suggestions, mi amigo?
Yeah. Me.
Maria laughed, a sweet tinkling sound that Nicole couldnt duplicate if she were paid.
On the fringes, Nicole marveled at the easy camaraderie between Ace and the Maldanados. She had numerous friends and acquaintances, some of them very close, yet shed never been part of this type of genuine affection. Growing up, she was her fathers princess, a pampered child whod eventually tired of adoration, scared that if she failed, she would no longer be liked.
Maria, let me introduce Nicole Jackson. The rich timbre of Aces voice startled her from her reverie.
Maria turned with a smile. Welcome, Se?orita Jackson.
Thank you. This kind of friendship was new. Despite the friends she had at home, a tug of isolation assailed her.
Ace cleared his throat and cocked his head to one side. Nicole is CEO of WorldNet.
Maria blinked, her gaze taking in her husband and Ace.
Nicole shifted, unaccustomed to the hostility the name of her company caused.
Maria found her composure and then wiped her hands on her apron. Youll join us for dinner?
And for the night, if possible.
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Christine Pacheco
Stranded! Nicole Jackson looked oh-so-sexy in a pair of jeans, but to Ace Lawson she was nothing but a nuisance. First, she hired him to take her on some wild adventure; then she got him stuck in the middle of nowhere. Now "Miss Prim" was expecting him to rescue her from a mess of her own making!Nicole had thought the trip would add excitement to her humdrum life, but she never dreamed she'd be trapped with "Mr. Seduction." Still, she had a feeling Ace could teach her a thing or two about life - and maybe she could give him a little education about true love .
The Rogue and the Rich Girl
Christine Pacheco
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Jared, this one is for you, light of my life, with thanks for the inspiration and unwavering belief.
Dear Reader,
I dont remember a time when I didnt want to be a writer. Even as a child, I spun fantastical tales, an outlet for a very creative imagination. Along the way, several special people encouraged me in ways Ill never forget.
In elementary school, the librarian actually gave the books I wrote their own shelf and glued checkout cards on the inside covers. In junior high, a teacher gave me a full years credit of science projects for writing a book. I cant forget my mother, either, for always encouraging me to believe I could be anything I dreamed.
A lot of things have changed over the years, but not my love of the written word and the power it holds.
The call from Karen Taylor Richman at Silhouette changed my life, helping me realize a lifelong dream.
Its my sincere hope that I can capture your heart and engage your emotions, taking you away to the imaginary world I create. Just for a minute, I want you to take time out of your busy schedule for yourself, relax and enjoy.
All my very best wishes to you,
Christine Pacheco
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One
Ace Lawson glanced up from where he crouched on the airplane wing. The taxicab pulled to a halt, and he checked the scarred surface of his watch, not surprised to note it was already ten minutes past the hour.
As the woman opened the back door, he lifted his aviator glasses for a closer look.
Maybe it had been worth the wait.
Ankles, then calves emerged. He swore he heard the whisper of silk as she slipped from the car. But that was impossiblethe taxis engine hummed loudly. Obviously it had been too long since hed been with a woman.
She paid the driver, leaning over to do so.
Ace allowed a long, low whistle.
If only hed known this was a reward, he would have given up the boardroom five years earlier than he had.
The taxi sped off in a cloud of dust, leaving silence between him and the woman. She walked toward him. With one hand she carried a suitcase, with the other she clutched a tooled leather briefcase. In the wink of the morning sun, he noted the bright red of her sculptured nails.
Auburn hair flirted with her shoulders, a few wisps playing across her face in the desert heat. A skirt clung to her thighs, outlining the length of leg. A blazer hugged her shoulders, thankfully minus any scary linebacker padding.
She exuded professionalism, from her spiked heels to silk blouse. Yet none of the armor hid her obviously dormant sensuality.
Ace jumped from the wing, then leaned back against it, dropping his glasses into place, determined to enjoy the show. He told himself she was a client, that her money paid his bills and bought medical supplies he needed to help the underprivileged. But none of that prevented him from watching the soft sway of her hips.
He allowed a quick grin. Her dress-for-success uniform might look good now, but hed bet dollars to plane tickets she would be wilted in under an hour. Maybe less. And on Cabo de Bello, where artillery had been flying as often as pesky gulls, the rebels would likely find her an amusing diversion.
Oh well, if she wanted to act as though she were going on the Love Boat, he wouldnt stop her.
Ace Lawson? she asked, her voice slightly lilting, oddly intoxicating.
Yep, he said, accepting her outstretched hand. Warm. Smooth. Healthy. A hell of a contradiction to some of the womens hands hed seen lately. And youre late, he added. Just like his ex had always been.
Sorry. Her smile remained firmly in place, although she pulled back her hand.
He wondered if his calluses bothered her. Wondered if the dirt under his nails bothered her. But hed just finished a run. He wanted a cool shower, a colder beer and a soft pillow, but they were luxuries that had to wait.
I didnt realize you meant to take off promptly at ten.
He ignored the apology. Are you going to fly dressed like that? Or do you want five minutes to change?
Change? Her smile vanished and she looked at her sheath-style skirt and spike-heeled leather pumps.
He took in the slick package of her chic appearance. Hell, the lady probably spent more each month on clothes than hed made in the past ten years. What things he could do for others with that kind of money.
Honey, you look like a million bucks, but your stockings are going to be glued to your legs and my seats eat stockings for lunch. He shrugged elaborately. And them heels...
My heels? Whats wrong with them?
He didnt even try to hide his amusement as she tried to pull the sunken heel from the tar.
Theyre stuck, he said unnecessarily.
She grimaced.
He grinned, then rubbed his forefinger across the stubble shading his chin. Tell you what. Ill give you into something more comfortable.
Nicole Jackson arched a tweezed eyebrow at him. He could well imagine an unfortunate underling receiving that harsh, wordless gesture. It might have terrorized some; it entertained him. Besides, Cessie here isnt a Learjet.
She cut a glance to the side, taking in the single-engine plane that sported faded paint.
I noticed.
Her tone irritated him. His Cessna was his only worldly possession, and he loved it as if it were the child he always wanted but never had. Heck, he and Cessie had been around the world several times in the past few years. And shed never failed him. Unlike the women hed known.
So what do you say? You want to take me up on my offer? Youre down to four minutes.
She stared at himnearly eye to eye, he noticed.
Where do you suggest I change?
Over there. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
But thats an outhouse, she protested.
No attendant on duty, either.
She didnt laugh. Didnt smile. But her brows narrowed into a single, slim line.
Look, he said, patience waning. We need to get in the air. If you dont want to change, Ill help you into the plane.
Youll what?
That skirt wont give an inch. Youll have to lift it up or accept my help. Ace hoped she decided not to change.
Indecision warred on her face. Finally, with obvious reluctance, she nodded. Ill need about ten minutes.
Ace sighed.
Ill try to cut it short.
She offered a tentative smile and his aggravation began to fade. Then she tried to yank her shoe free. And failed. With another sigh, he bent, capturing her ankle with his hand. The curve of her bone slid perfectly into the cup of his palm. Suddenly a breath threatened to choke him.
Really, Mr. Lawson
Ace.
Theres no need to...
She trailed off as he looked up. Their gazes mingled for a flash of a second. A look, one he hesitated to name, passed between them.
That is...
Yes? He raised a brow.
Id appreciate the help.
Put your hand on my shoulder, he instructed.
She nodded, setting down her briefcase.
Nothing prepared Ace for the feel of her fingers penetrating his whisper-thin T-shirt. Soft. Warm.
He jerked the reluctant heel from the black ooze, leaving several thin strips of leather behind.
Thanks, she said, pulling her foot away from his hand.
Pushing to a standing position, Ace watched her slip stocking-clad toes into the ruined pump. Without another word, she picked up her briefcase and headed toward the rest roomouthouse, he mentally amendedonce again with that seductive sway.
Hell, maybe this trip wouldnt be so bad after all. For the first time in days, Ace Lawson actually smiled.
Just as quickly, though, his smile disappeared. He had a job to do, then needed to take another hop into Central America.
To kill the minutes, he climbed aboard Cessie and started a second preflight instrument checkanything to keep his mind off what Nicole might look like beneath the tough exterior. Would her undergarments be serviceable cotton, or would they be silk, satin and lace? Did her bra have an underwire or an eighteen-hour support system? Did she even wear a bra?
Ace shook his head. He needed sleep. And a stop at Rosies in Cartagena. He definitely didnt need a woman reminiscent of his wife.
The heat built inside the small compartment as the California desert sun blasted through the windshield. Hardly a breeze stirred and only a few Joshua trees fought for survival in the hostile environment.
She returned in under ten minutes, white athletic shoes a marked contrast to the black tar. Supple denim snuggled her thighs and hips, conforming to her curves like a good male friend. Or a lover.
His gut tightened.
Ace reached across the cockpit and opened the door. His muscles tightened as he grabbed the briefcase. What have you got in here? It was hard to believe she hadnt even struggled under the forty or so pounds.
Notebook computer, power supply, cellular phone, calculator, modem, files. Why?
Saying nothing, he reached for her suitcase. The luggage made the briefcase seem light. While she climbed aboard, he secured everything in the small area behind the seats.
Several minutes later, he taxied down the abandoned runway. The plane picked up speed. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the woman next to him.
Fasten your belt, he instructed, not believing she hadnt thought to do that.
Without checking to see if shed obeyed, he continued down the rutted, weed-choked runway, easing back on the yoke.
Urging the planes nose into the air, Ace reveled in the freedom of flight. The engine throbbed steadily beneath him, just like a hot, willing and undemanding woman. The sound of wind rushed past the fuselage, reminding him of the whisper of damp, musky sheets sliding to the floor.
He checked his instruments, then looked at his passenger. She hadnt followed orders. The ends of the safety belt rested at the side of the seat.
Her chest rose and fell in shallow motions and her vivid green eyes stared at nothing, unblinking. The tips of her manicured fingernails dug into her palms, and streaks of artificial color painted her cheeks. Her lips were tightly pursed. Obviously, the grip of fear held her paralyzed.
Ace groaned. Hed been hired to shuttle an uptight businesswoman who got airsick before the land lay even three thousand feet beneath them. Ms. Jackson?
A sound emerged from her throat that was part whimper, part moan.
A knot twisted in his gut. The feeling was familiar, but something hed thought hed gotten rid of when Elana fled. Evidently not. Unfortunately, he no longer carried a bottle of mint-flavored antacid in his duffel to help tame the wild ulcer. Right now, his passenger could use it every bit as much as he.
Are you okay? he asked, hoping he would get the answer he wanted, not the one he feared.
She didnt respond.
A burning in his stomach painfully reminded him of the ulcers existence.
Taking a hand from the yoke, he frantically dug through the map compartment for an airsick bag. There had to be one. Didnt there?
A bead of sweat trickled down her patrician nose.
Hang in there, he urged. Ace prided himself on the ability to deal with anything life tossed his way. Hed flown through blazing fires, been shot at, tossed into jail for a crime he hadnt committed, and another he had. And yet, he couldnt deal with something so elemental, so natural.
Or maybe it was the woman herself who unsettled him.
The whimper in her voice became urgent.
Damn. While keeping one eye on the controls, he reached again and again into the compartment.
She flinched.
And surprisingly, Ace experienced a twinge of sympathy. Digging under the maps, he searched for the waxy-feeling paper. To no avail.
The womans shoulders drooped, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
Since there were no bags, he had only one option: try to keep her from needing one.
Open your eyes, Ms. Jackson, he said softly, barely above the lulling hum of the engines. Fighting back impatience, he kept his tone even and cajoling. Youre making matters worse. For both of them.
She blinked.
Take five deep breaths. Hold each for at least three seconds.
She followed his instructions, drawing in a drink of air. With each breath, his corresponding pain lessened.
Thats it, he added when she gulped again. Exhale slowly.
She did.
Now look out the window.
The window? The words were hardly above a croak.
Try and fix your gaze in the distance. Dont look up, and definitely dont look down.
He surveyed the planes gauges, though in reality he could fly unconsciously...and had done so on more than one occasion.
He noticed her hands had stopped trembling. Take another couple of breaths, and whatever you do, dont close your eyes, since that makes you more dizzy and disoriented.
A few minutes later, she looked in his direction. A hint of color started to blend with her blusher.
You okay?
She nodded weakly. I think so.
Ace prayed so.
How did you do that?
Learned that handy tip a few years ago. Dated a dancer.
What does dancing have to do with it?
She did balletyou know all those spins. She said she always tried to focus on an object every time she spun around, said it stopped her from getting dizzy.
Evidently it works.
Next time, remember to take your motion sickness pills before you get on the plane.
I did.
He silently pleaded with the sky gods for smooth sailing, sans turbulence. Are you always such a poor passenger? Ace had a hard time believing he wasnt completely irritated by herwith her. Logic said he should have been. She was a painful reminder of his ex-wife and the hurt hed runflownaway from. Yet there was something vulnerable about Nicole Jackson, despite the way she dressed and acted. As if there was something more to the picture, something she didnt want anyone to uncover...
Absently he wondered what it would be like to unlock the secrets. Her secrets.
She wiped back a wisp of escaped auburn hair and looked at him. I do better in bigger aircraft.
Dragged from his wayward thoughts by the sound of her voice, he responded, Then why do you fly?
Its more convenient.
For who?
She shifted, squaring her shoulders. He saw her struggle to regain composure, hide the vulnerability hed witnessed. With her looks, money and title of President, she was obviously accustomed to being in control. Which ought to make things interesting, because he had no intention of relinquishing half an ounce of his control to any woman.
Fasten your belt, he instructed, the words a little rough, as he tried not to notice how alluring she looked with the gleaming sun accenting the highlights in her hair.
Nicole Jackson was business, and in a few days she would be history. Noticing personal thingsand wanting to discover themwouldnt make the trip any easier. And right now he needed easy.
Needed it bad.
* * *
Nicole fingered back the stands of hair that refused to cooperate. Her fingers no longer shook, but an uneasy sensation remained in her stomach. She recognized the feeling, and it had nothing to do with flying and everything to do with being out of control. She detested the feeling, knowing it was a sign of weakness. Nicole didnt want to be out of control, especially when she was at the mercy of a man who didnt appear to have an ounce of mercy in his soul.
To give him credit though, he hadnt turned the plane around and gone back in for a landing. And judging by the expression on his face, the thought had obviously crossed his mind.
Cognizant of his gaze and the fact hed glanced suggestively, more than once, at the belt, she forced her fingers to relax, then grabbed both ends and snapped them together.
Then he looked away, as if she werent even there.
While he was deep in thought, or just plain ignoring her, she surveyed the man sitting next to her.
Deep lines were etched beside his haunted gray eyes, indicating that hed seen more of life than some men twice his age. His dark blond hair was brushed back severely from his furrowed forehead. She knew, without a doubt, that the valleys grooved in his face were formed from experience, not laughter.
A masculine shading of stubble covered his jaw, leaving her to wonder if hed been up all night or whether the look was typical of his personality. Either way, it was different than what she was accustomed to seeing.
Nicole noticed the way his hands curved around the yoke and remembered the sensual feel of his calluses. The feeling had been unique. And tantalizingly thrilling.
Evidently aware of her less-than-subtle scrutiny, he glanced in her direction. His lips curved into something she thought might be considered a smile in less than polite circles. Momentarily, his harsh features had been transformed, until they werent quite as brooding. In fact, he was quite attractive. Ruggedly so. Teasingly so. If one went for that type of man, which she definitely didnt. She had enough worries trying to save the account for her client, without adding Ace Lawson to the list of her problems.
Are you still doing okay?
Did she detect a slight hint of concern in his tone? I think you and your plane are both safe.
Good. There was no mistaking his relief. Nor her own. Obviously, the concern had been a figment of her imagination.
Without another word, he checked a map, glancing at the dials and gauges. He piloted the plane with confidence, almost arrogance. As much as he unsettled her, though, she knew she was in safe hands.
Ace Lawsons firm, Risky Business, specialized in flying people to areas no one else would. She was aware of the recent rebel activity on Cabo de Bello, and knew that was why the last commercial airline had canceled flights to the island. Two months ago, following a hurricane that decimated the runways, the smaller airlines had followed suit. Which left her with Ace Lawson.
Their legs brushed. Worn, nearly threadbare jeans melded to his thighs like a second skin. A jolt of awareness pierced her. His masculine scentthat of adventure spiced with dangersurrounded her, making the cockpit intimate.
He grinned wolfishly; he didnt apologize.
She scooted away, pressing her right shoulder against the cold glass window. She could survive anything for two days, she told herself. Including Ace Lawson.
After all, she was paying his wages.
And that made him just another employee.
Vaguely she wondered why that thought gave her absolutely no comfort.
Two
Several hours later, a pocket of turbulence jolted the plane. Nicole wanted to squeeze her eyes shut, desperate to keep the consuming panic at bay. But remembering Aces previous instructions, she forced herself to focus in the distance.
Thats a girl, he said.
She found the deep resonance of his voice oddly reassuring. Nicole clung to the lifeline of his calmness, and decided not to be ruffled by his patronizing manner.
Flying was the worst part of her job. Even though shed logged nearly one hundred thousand air miles for the company her father started and she fought to save, Nicole had been unable to overcome the constant terror.
And this flight was worse than many of the others. Despite Aces earlier remarks, she hadnt expected the comfort of a Learjet, but neither had she been prepared for the Cessnas cramped confines.
Each sensation was magnified tenfold, from the loudness of the creaking fuselage and constant drone of the engine, to the shudder of the seat and roll of dash instruments.
She hadnt thought she would have to sit so close to the pilot. His muscular thigh, wrapped in faded-to-white denim, pressed against her own, much softer leg. Sensually.
Each time he reached to check an instrument or map, his motions rippled through her. The faint scent of the tropical after-shave clinging to his neck seemed much more potent to her neglected senses than the hundred-dollar-an-ounce cologne she was accustomed to on her male colleagues and rare dates.
He shifted, his hip bone brushing her thigh. She sucked in a huge gulp of air. The man was dangerous, more unnerving than flying, and the aura of power he possessed told her that for the first time ever, she was way out of her league.
Since shed grown up and learned to deal with the crisscrossing of scars left by an uncomfortable childhood, that of never fitting in or belonging, never being quite good enough, Nicole had allowed no man close enough to bother her.
And she wouldnt start with Ace Lawson.
Straightening, she inched away from the close contact of their bodies.
I have to stop to refuel before the last stint thatll take us over water.
The unease in Nicoles stomach became acid. Needing another dose of Dramamine, she shifted as much as the restricting belt allowed. She grappled behind the seat for her suitcase. When her fingers were unable to locate anything except the coarseness of canvas and layers of maps, she asked, Wheres my suitcase?
Under my duffel bag. He turned to her. Youre not sick again, are you?
Im nervous about the landing, she admitted.
Ill take it easy and steady, he promised.
She wondered if he was only talking about the plane.
But if you need more medicine right away, theres probably some in the first-aid kit.
She glanced around. Wheres that?
My duffel.
The idea of rifling through his personal effects bothered her...more than the thought of the landing. Ill be okay.
He shrugged. Suit yourself. But theres no need for heroics. In fact, Id much prefer you didnt attempt it.
He guided the plane through puffy clouds. Nicole focused on a spot in the distance.
Almost there.
The plane rocked and bounced as the runway rose to meet them. She gripped the bottom of the seat until numbness froze her hands.
You can wake up now, Sleeping Beauty.
Nicole emerged from her self-imposed trance like a caterpillar transformed into a butterfly. She blinked, relieved to discover Ace taxiing to the tie-down area.
Youre still alive, he said.
Tell that to my stomach.
Ace laughed softly, then shook his head. He maneuvered the plane into the spot indicated by an attendant. When he shut down the engine, he turned to Nicole. You hungry?
Couldnt eat a thing.
You should try something light. Thisll be your last opportunity for a decent meal until tonight.
Ill take my chances.
He lifted a broad shoulder in a hint of a shrug, then dropped it again just as quickly. Well be leaving in about fifteen minutes.
Ace swung his long legs to the ground, then came around to her side of the plane. He offered his hand, and she accepted it, surprised by the tingle that chased up her spine at the warmth of his touch.
He released her, moving back a few steps. The motion caused his jacket to flap open. Something metallic glinted in the bright sunlight. She looked again. The handle of a knife.
Nicole gulped. A long knife, the size of the one she carved with at home, was sheathed in a leather holster. Her heart rate jumped. No man shed ever known owned a knife like that, much less packed it casually on his waist. Instinctively, she knew he had the knowledge to wield it. A shiver of fear traced her spine.
Is that really necessary? she asked, her voice betraying her fear.
He followed her gaze. This? He pulled the knife from its home with a fluid motion and a vicious hiss.
The sunshine refracted in a hundred different directions, shooting rainbow colors into the sky. The brightness of the glint made her blink several times.
Yes, its really necessary.
Pulling her gaze away from the wickedly serrated metal edge, she looked directly into Aces hooded eyes. Hed certainly drawn the weapon quickly, proving his lazy good looks deceptive. I received a letter from Governor Rodriguez just a few days ago, saying he was anxious to talk again. He wants this account saved as much as my client does. As much as I do, she thought.
No doubt, he agreed.
His silence, combined with a tense stance, made her push on. In her years as a leader in the corporate world, shed learned to read body language. And Aces screamed he was hiding something. Go on, she encouraged. If you have something to say, say it.
In a single flip of the wrist, he expertly returned the knife to its worn home. Look, Ms. Jackson, I have plenty to say about this trip of yours to Cabo de Bello. Regardless of that, my job is to get you there...
His glance lazily traveled the length of her body. For the second time that day. She refused to shift uncomfortably, but standing still was one of the most difficult things shed ever done.
When his piercing gaze finally met her face, he was met with her best impression of corporate coolness. But nothing could hide the way her blood rushed through her body.
...And see that your butt is kept in one piece until I get you back home to your safe, insulated condo in Los Angeles.
Really, Mr. Lawson
Ace. The names Ace. Were going to be spending the next couple of days together. You might as well dispense with the formality. Calmly he folded his arms across his chest.
If thats the way you want to play it... She allowed her sentence to trail off.
Honey, I guarantee you, this is anything but a game. The report that crossed your desk last week wasnt a joke. The islands politically unsettled, and I dont mean a comfortable vote em out of office mentality. Im talking about shoot em till they shut up philosophy.
Back home, in her floor-to-ceiling glass-paned office, the crudely typed report seemed more the stuff of a grade-B movie than her life. Her heart beat faster.
Unfolding his arms, he made one hand into a fist. You and your client are trying to change a way of life.
Then why did you agree to pilot me?
Money.
Nicole arched a brow. Somehow you dont seem the type to require a lot of money.
Youre right. I dont.
Then why?
Anyone ever tell you youre a pushy broad?
The last man who did wore his front teeth in his lip.
Ace nearly cracked a smile. Nearly. Youre welcome to try.
Id prefer a simple answer.
Right. Im taking you to Cabo de Bello because you want to go and I need the cash.
She waited. And waited.
Thats as simple as it gets, he said.
He took her shoulders between his hands, firmly, but not excessively so. That didnt stop a frisson of awareness from passing up her spine.
I intend to take this opportunity to use every means at my disposal to get you to change your mind about representing your client on this. My beef isnt with you, necessarily, but youre the conduit. And if I take you out of the action, theyre out, too.
Her jaw dropped. She closed her mouth with an audible snap. You sound as if you have a vested interest, Mr. Lawson.
Nope. He released her. A warm Pacific breeze toyed with his hair, subtracting years, if not determination, from his face. Ive got friends that dont want to see Cabo de Bello become another sweatshop just to line the deep coffers of your clients purse.
Youre being melodramatic.
Maybe youre not being realistic, he countered.
Theyve invested over four million dollars and two years on this project
Two years is nothing, compared with the way of life youll change forever, he interrupted, hostility making his words deeper, more husky.
A primitive part of her responded with an internal leap to the sexiness in his voice. Yet, right now, he was on the opposite side of an issue, an issue her survival depended on. Opening the plant on time hardly compares with ruining a way of life, she said, brows furrowing together.
Sure it does. Your client...
She didnt like the emphasis on the last word.
...Will be getting clothes made at dirt-cheap prices, then selling them for a huge profit. The standard of living wont increase much here, but some fat cat in the States will get even fatter.
Thats free enterprise, she insisted.
Thats robbery. Just because it happens doesnt make it right. Have you stopped to think about the jobs that might be lost at home?
Be warned, Ms. Jackson, he said, the heat of his breath feathering across her cheek. I mean it when I say I intend to do everything in my power to send you back with a change of heart. You and your client can find another place thats anxious for your kind of progress.
Nicole shook her head and several strands of her hair met and mingled with his breath. Thats not possible.
More than he knew was at stake. Everything shed spent years fighting for lay on this deal. If she didnt salvage the project, she would lose the account. God knew sheand WorldNetcouldnt afford it. Because of a series of disastrous failures, her company might be swallowed whole by the highest bidder, maybe by the one person she and her father had trusted implicitly.
Bitterly, she thought of Sam Weeder, her fathers partnerher own godfather. Weeder had worked to undermine her company since her fathers death. Hed placed a mole inside WorldNet, jeopardizing accounts. Judging by last quarters financial statements, hed done a heck of a job.
Failure was unacceptable. She intended to approach success with single-minded determination.
I can be persuasive. He traced his blunted fingernail down one of her cheekbones.
She winced, not liking the way her treacherous body responded, then pulled back. I wont be persuaded. Not even if you pull out all the stops.
He grinned. Certain. Cocky. Threatening.
Fifteen minutes, he said for the second time. Be ready to fly. Obviously dismissing their conversationhis veiled threat and hinted promisehe pivoted and strode away, long legs gulping the distance to the outbuilding.
Her shoulders sagged against the plane. She hadnt counted on her pilot having an explosive personality, hadnt counted on the fact she might run into opposition even before she stepped foot on the Central American island near Belize.
Not one to wallow in useless thought, she pulled herself together and decided to freshen up. Standing on her tiptoes, Nicole reached behind the seat. She bit out a quick curse when she couldnt shove Aces duffel off her bag.
Knowing she could make do with the few cosmetics in her briefcase, she grabbed it from the floor. Nicole snapped the latches open and took out a picture of the plant.
WorldNets client blended the plant with the islands natural beauty. Theyd spent millions of dollars on the state-of-the-art plant. It hadnt been until they were ready to start hiring that the trouble started.
She shook her head.
Saving the account would save her client. And WorldNet.
Nicole allowed the full-color glossy to flutter back into place. After digging out the cosmetics bag, she reached for the box of motion-sickness pills. She shook out the foil pouch, then sighed when seeing each piece of foil jaggedly torn. She had another box...in her unreachable luggage.
Nicole glanced around for her pilot, but didnt see him anywhere. And her allotted time was ticking away. For a few seconds she fought against her conscience, which told her not to rifle through his belongings, even though hed earlier given his permission. Realizing she had no other options if she was to be prepared when he dictated, she closed the briefcase, set it on the floor, then knelt backward on the passenger seat.
She grasped the small zipper tab. The rasp of the zipper sounded unnaturally loud in the summer silence. She groaned when she noticed everything was tightly packed, with no evidence of the first-aid kit. If she wanted the Dramamine, she would have to dig for it.
Inserting her hands down the sides, she discovered nothing but the various textures of fabricrough and smooth. Trying again, she came across a razor, obviously not used recently, a tube of toothpaste squeezed from the middle and a nearly empty plastic bottle of after-shave. On her third attempt, she grabbed the folded kit. When she pulled it out, a piece of clothing snagged on a torn end of the vinyl.
Nicole tugged on the clothing, suspiciously soft, like satin. She pulled it free, holding it in her hand. Pinocchio? she whispered in disbelief. He didnt seem like the type. She pursed her lips. She couldnt believe shed entrusted her life to a man who carried a knife and wore Pinocchio underwear.
Embarrassed by the intimacy of handling the material that wrapped, probably snugly, around Aces hips, she gingerly took the nose between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it free from where it had snagged. It was at that second she noticed Pinocchios nose was designed to accommodate a certain part of Aces anatomy. With plenty of room for growth.
Oh my God.
Heat chased up her cheeks. As if theyd singed her fingers, she threw the briefs back into the duffel bag, yanking the zipper shut. The man was too much.
Pulling her professional demeanor around her as a protective barrier, she raided the first-aid kit, leaving it on the seat between them.
She climbed down the plane and hurried to the rest room. By the time she had resculptured her cheekbones with an artful sweep of blush and pulled her hair back into a chignon, she was in control. Unshakable.
Even by Ace and his less-than-civilized tendencies.
Hed kept her off kilter so far, but she could handle it. Except for the missing polish on his veneerthe crude language, unshaven chin and well-worn blue jeanshe was exactly the same as every man shed ever met.
An unfamiliar nagging voice reminded her of the long silky nose that had hung between her fingers, Pinocchios ridiculous eyes wide with delight and mouth smiling devilishly. Of the two men shed been involved with, one had worn baggy boxer shorts and the other had worn white briefs with standard apples and grapes on the tag. No, Ace wasnt like any man shed known.
Nicole squared her shoulders and left the bathroom feeling confident and composed. Ace was signing the bottom of a fuel invoice when she reached the plane.
He handed the attendant the clipboard, then flicked his gaze over her. I liked your hair the way it was.
She fingered the secured knot. I prefer it up.
Yeah. He took mirrored aviator shades from the breast pocket of his ragged denim jacket. You would.
She felt a moment of regret when he put on the glasses, blocking out the intensity etched in his gray eyes. Simultaneously, she was glad. He saw too much.
Ready?
Anytime you are, she answered, shoving aside the unwelcome thoughts of his all-knowing eyes. Nicole opened the passenger door and saw a half-dozen or so airsick bags on her seat. She didnt know whether he was being courteous or cautious. Cautious, she decided, moving them to the map compartment. Ace wouldnt have done anything for her comfort, only his.
After a Learjet cleared, Ace taxied into position on the runway, and opened the throttle, giving the engine full power.
She wasnt sure why, but this takeoff didnt traumatize her as much as the first one had. Ace nudged the nose into the air, then leveled off, and her stomach only twisted with sporadic pains. She marveled at the sensation and told herself it had nothing to do with the pilots obvious skills.
Many hours later, following another brief landing for fuel at a scary-looking airstrip near a small Mexican village, the sun splashed its majestic array of colors across a vivid blue backdrop, then dropped on the western horizon.
She craned her head to look out the window, seeing the world in a new way. Invariably, on commercial flights, she lowered the window shade so she wouldnt be forced to accept the reality of flirting with clouds while the land beneath her melded into a solid mass of potential crash sites.
Magenta swirled with purples and mauves, and she realized it was the first time shed seen a sunset in over two years. Her job, first as Daddys assistant, now as sole owner, consumed every available hour and even a few that werent available. Its beautiful up here, she said, nearly ten minutes later, after the sun had given a final wink, casting sparkling shimmers into the Caribbean.
Theres no place like the sky, he agreed over the engines roar.
For a moment, the grooves around his eyes relaxed, and Nicole glimpsed the real human being buried beneath layers of hard exterior. Was it possible...?
Instantly the softening disappeared.
The next few hours passed in a blur to her.
Well be landing soon.
Butterflies leapt to life, bringing her out of her silent plans for the meeting with the governor.
You might want to take some more Dramamine.
Ive already taken some.
You got them out of the bag?
She wrinkled her nose. I met Pinocchio.
Pinocchio? he echoed, seemingly confused.
The underwear in your bag.
Ace laughed, and the sound was every bit as rich and vibrant as shed thought. Like Kahl?a and cream splashed over big chunky ice cubes. And every bit as potent.
They were a gag gift, he said. At the bachelor party I went to a couple of days ago.
I could hardly care what you dress in, Mr. Lawson. Still, she couldnt help but wonder how they would look on him.
I assure you, Ms. Jackson, Ive never worn anything like that.
She resisted the implied invitation to ask what he did wear.
Not my style.
Nicole turned away, looking out the window, seeing nothing except the vastness of water, which she assumed was the Caribbean. I thought you said were landing.
We are.
Where? she asked.
Down there.
Down where? she asked again, not seeing anything resembling an island, let alone a runway.
Outrageously, he winked at her. Trust me.
Her stomach dropped when Ace began the descent. Trusting him was the last thing she wanted to do. And the one thing she had to stake her life on.
The plane hit a patch of rough air, causing them to lose altitude drastically.
Well be okay.
She clutched the metal bar under her seat, the words trust me echoing in her mind.
They emerged from the turbulence, less than a heartbeat later.
That wasnt too bad, was it?
Terrifying, she said.
That wasnt terrifying, he said. Terrifying is when youre in the air with a bullet hole in the windshield and a fire in the engine.
His tone was matter-of-fact, and it lit a responding flame somewhere inside her. Hed experienced the danger of living on the edge but didnt allow it to bother him.
Are you ever afraid?
Ten, maybe fifteen seconds passed and she thought he didnt intend to answer. What was going on behind that smoky gaze? What was he hiding?
Finally he admitted, Sometimes. Sometimes Im afraid.
He looked at her. He obviously had a human side he didnt want to show often. For some reason, the fact that hed afforded her a glimpse of his fallible humanity touched her.
Why do you put yourself in a position like that in the first place?
Because life can be shallow and meaningless.
He specialized in taking people where no one else would. It had earned him a reputation shed been scared to trust. Until shed had no other options. Putting yourself in danger makes life meaningful?
Living makes life meaningful, he said.
She started to ask another question, to dig a little deeper into the character he wanted shrouded, but he interrupted.
The runways just ahead.
Nicole looked out the windshield, seeing something that resembled a lump of coal, floating in the middle of the sea. Cabo de Bello?
He looked at his console again. Yep.
A single light reflected in the distance. She felt like Columbus, discovering the blessed sight of land after months at sea.
Ace maneuvered the plane into a descent. Of all the things that could happen, gravity concerned her most.
Hang on, he said. This runways still screwed up from the last tropical storm.
She knew that, but hearing him say it made it more immediate. Alarming.
As they got closer, it appeared palm tree fronds grabbed at them like demonic fingers. She swallowed a terrified scream. The landing gear snagged in a rut, making them careen wildly. Ace swore. Nicole prayed. The plane rocked and shuddered, and the seat belt sliced across her middle.
Well be okay in half a second, he shouted.
The acrid stench of smoking rubber burned her nose. But before she knew it, they slid to a gradual stop, several dozen yards away from a threatening stand of tropical trees.
Hed performed an exceptional landing.
You all right?
Her muscles felt stiff but, other than that, she was all right. She nodded.
Sure?
A man with dark skin, and hair black as the night sky, rushed toward them, flashlight casting shadows all around. His face was alive with excitement. He grabbed the pilots door and threw it open. Ah! Se?or Ace. I saw a plane trying to land like a crazy dodo bird... For emphasis, the man spread his arms wide and turned a circle on the ground. ...I knew it had to be you. He grinned, sporting a hole where front teeth usually resided.
Hola, mi amigo, Ace responded easily, shutting down the engine.
Ah, Se?or Ace, you brought company. He punched Ace in the arm. Is about time. Me and my wife, we think it will never happen. Welcome, lady, welcome.
He reached across Ace, extending a hand. Ace pushed the mans hand back. Nicole frowned at Ace.
Perhaps I should make some introductions, first. Ricardo, this is Nicole Jackson. With WorldNet. Nicole, my friend, Ricardo Maldanado.
Ricardo quickly dropped his hand to his side, as if the threat of her touch offended him. She turned the full force of her scowl on Ace. Hed known this would happen. But why? She wanted answers. Now.
Later, Nicole, he promised. You can have a piece of me later.
You bring her here? Ricardo demanded, waving his arms like the dodo bird hed spoken of. Are you loco? This is too much, even for you.
What did you want me to do? Kick her out of my plane?
That would be better than bringing her here, no?
I dont think the lady likes parachutes.
No. No. The man frantically shook his head, then glanced over his shoulder, his wide-eyed alarm clear. Is too dangerous, Se?or Ace. You must take her away. Pronto.
A shiver of fear, unlike anything shed ever felt, started at the base of her spine and spiked its way up, until it shimmered at her nape. No, Nicole said. She clutched Aces biceps and felt the tension coiled in solid muscle. Shed come too far; her future, and everything shed always worked for, was on the line. She couldnt quit. Couldnt lose. I must meet with Governor Rodriguez. Please.
Because it vanished so quickly, she might only have imagined the momentary melting in Aces glacier-cold eyes.
Relax, Ricardo. Ill take care of the se?orita.
The man shook his head in jerky motions. No, no. Is too risky.
Thats my business, Ricardo. Besides, the lady here knows what shes getting herself into.
Under the faded shirt he wore, she felt Aces muscles bunch and constrict. Tell that lazy brother of yours to get his butt over here with the taxi.
Ricardo clasped his hands together in the motion of prayer and lifted them heavenward. He rolled his eyes. Madre de Dios.
Youll be meeting Her soon enough if you dont do as I say, Ricardo. Comprende?
Ah, s?, s?. He bobbed his head, then hurried away.
With the mans absence, the cockpit felt even smaller, the air lightning-charged. Frogs croaking and crickets chirping provided the only relief from the eerie silence.
Satisfied?
Ace had put himself on the line for her. And she had the uncomfortable feeling his help came with a price.
He turned slightly, his muscle flexing. She realized her hand was still wrapped around his upper arm. With a start, she unfurled her fingers and pretended the queasy feeling deep inside was from the flight and Ricardos strange reaction, and not from the powerful effect Ace exacted on her.
I didnt lie, did I? You really do know what youre getting yourself into? You know what youre up against?
You? she asked, strangely breathlessly.
Me? He shook his head. Hell, honey, Im the least of your worries.
His voice contained a grainy undercurrent of urgency that made her uneasy.
A lot of people dont want you here, Nicole. That should have been obvious by the meeting you just had with my friend. I can guarantee you my enemies wont be so gracious.
Whats going on here? Tendrils of apprehension held her in their grips.
A small revolution, Nicole. Sparked by you and your client.
She gulped and the blood drained from her face.
Ricardos right. If you had any sense, wed get the plane refueled and be outta here before anyone knows you ever landed. You can be safe and sound in your bed, probably in your penthouse apartment, before another sun sets.
Ace shifted. The hilt of his knife reflected prisms of light from the faint runway lamps. She was in a hostile land, entrusting her life to a virtual stranger. Ace hadnt candy-coated facts. Though the governor extended an invitation, others wouldnt be so kind.
And the man shed hired to help her wasnt on her side. Fear was suddenly very real and very intimidating.
She heard the crank of a cars engine and loud oaths. After several tries, the engine caught, choked, then rushed on. A moment later, a taxi with a missing headlight and twisted fender screeched to a halt beside the plane.
Ace leaned forward, his shoulder brushing the softness of her breast.
His presence disturbed her, made her undoubtedly aware of being a woman. Made her fear she would never again recoup the control shed lost to her enigmatic protector.
She sucked in a breath. Deeply.
When he sat back up, she saw something glimmer in his hand. Her heart missed a beat.
In his palm, Ace cradled a large pistol. Dread coiled deep inside.
Its your call, Nicole.
Three
Well? Ace watched while a war of indecision waged on her suddenly pale face. Hed scared her. Intentionally. Cabo de Bello was beautiful. Deceptively beautiful.
The governor had managed to keep the opposition subdued...so far. But for how long was anyones guess.
He saw Nicole shove away the fear and force grim determination in its place. Shed set a goal and refused to be deterred. It was a noble, if stupid, trait. The same kind of na?vet had gotten him into trouble. Thank God he was too old for that anymore.
I want to stay.
Yeah. I expected as much, he said. Lets go.
After grabbing his small arsenal of weapons, the duffel and her suitcase, he joined her on the tarmac.
Ricardo and his brother, Poncho, glared, and Ace scowled at both men, patience at an end, and snapped, Ricardo, put my plane in a hangar. I dont want anyone knowing were here.
Por favor, Se?or
Ace cut off protests with a wave. A lot of islanders didnt want WorldNets progress. Sweatshop working conditions were good for no one, except owners.
Yet here he was, with a woman who represented each of the things Ricardo and Poncho hated.
Nicoles appointment with Governor Rodriguez wasnt until the morning. Since Ace and Nicole would both have rooms in the mansion, Ace planned to make use of each minute. And as hed told her, he intended to use whatever tactics he needed. Fair. And foul.
Slyly, he grinned.
Why fly to Rosies when he had Nicole? After all, hed felt a response ripple through her when hed outlined the length of her cheekbone. Shed fought it, but her breath had caught. She was aware of him, just as he was aware of her.
Ready? he asked Nicole.
She nodded.
Poncho and Ricardo exchanged uneasy glances, then Ricardo shrugged as if in hopelessness. After tucking his gun into his waistband, Ace turned to see Nicole slide into the taxi gracefully. No easy trick, he knew.
Watch the hole, he warned. Part of the floor on that side has rusted through.
Oh. She glanced at the floor before crossing her long legs.
Poncho climbed behind the wheel and swore several times in Spanish. The car jerked and a groan tore from Nicoles lips.
Are you all right?
Just feeling a little wear and tear, she said.
Ace leaned over the seat and tapped Poncho on the shoulder. Take it easy, mi amigo.
S?, s?, I try, I try.
He sat back. Its only a few miles to the governors mansion.
She managed a brave smile.
He couldnt summon an answering frown. She had guts and tenacity in equal measures. Hed summed her up quickly when shed stepped onto the Southern California tarmac. Although shed been reminiscent of Elana, thered been several subtle differences.
Sure, Nicole had all the trappings of a spoiled rich girl, from the diamond studs in her ears all the way down to designer aerobic shoes, but there was something more. She carried herself with determination, mixed with an enchanting, exciting vulnerability. Wariness and hurt showed in her facehed had plenty of experience recognizing botheven though she fought to hide it. All combined to intrigue him.
An urge to protect her nearly overwhelmed him. And the only thing that stopped him from reaching for her hand was the certainty she wouldnt welcome it.
The car hit a pothole that jarred Aces teeth. Yet, stoically, Nicole never uttered a word, even when he saw her top teeth sink into her lower lip.
With each mile they drew closer to the governors mansion, Aces senses sharpened. He felt as though a hundred pairs of eyes stared at him, tracking every move.
Waiting. Watching.
Unconsciously, he reached for his gun. He cut a glance out the window, seeing swaying trees and low hanging clouds.
Whats the matter?
Her nervous voice intruded. Never looking at her, he forced a lie. Nothing.
Then why are you playing with your gun?
Im not. Even in the shrouding darkness, he knew shed arched an auburn brow. He frowned, realizing his fingers were resting protectively on the deadly coldness of his weapon. Nothings wrong, he reasserted. Habit.
The disbelief of her gaze penetrated the distance.
You make a habit of playing with your gun, Mr. Lawson?
Ace, he corrected. Again. The names Ace. My dads Mr. Lawson. Hed said it to distract her from her line of questioning, yet, for a second, he actually wondered what his name would sound like when her tongue curled around the word.
Ace, she said dutifully.
The sensation of a fist landed in his stomach. Lord, she made it sound seductive, just as hed hopedjust as hed feared. He groaned. If his name sounded that good, how would it feel to have her tongue on his, tasting, testing, teasing?
Shaken, he dragged a hand through the cropped length of his hair. Business, he reminded himself. Nicole was business. And he was a professional.
But his thoughts strayed to the upcoming night ahead. Business. Right. Sure. Hed sworn to do whatever it took to change her mind. Do it he would.
He shifted uncomfortably, his jeans suddenly too tight.
Poncho rounded a corner and slowed down. Ace ruthlessly shoved aside his thoughts as the governors unkempt lawn and gardens loomed in the taxis dirty headlight. In the month since Aces last visit, natural vegetation had choked the life out of the carefully planted gardens. There were no signs of activity.
Ace leaned forward. Whats going on, mi amigo?
The man shrugged several times. No s.
Ace rubbed the stubble on his chin. Hed spoken to Juan Rodriguez only two weeks ago. The man was anxious to meet Nicole. So where were the lights and welcoming committee?
Poncho stomped on the brake. The car jerked to a stop, spewing pebbles and dirt in every direction.
Ace?
Alone, he would have gone inside. But because of Nicole, he refused to take the chance.
Hairs on the back of his neck stirred in undeniable warning. Turn around, Poncho. Get the hell out of here.
Tires squealed as Poncho forced the manual steering to perform a feat it wasnt designed for.
Whats going on? Nicole asked in a breathless whisper, evidently confused, obviously reading his panic.
On the back of Ponchos seat, Ace beat an impatient staccato with his fingers. Mentally, he listed possibilities and options. He was aware of the nervous looks Poncho cast in the rearview mirror. The governor was expecting us, Ace said finally.
You think somethings wrong?
He nodded tightly. I do.
She fell silent for a few moments, moments he needed in order to think. A cloud sauntered away from the moon, affording him the opportunity to see her fingers were tightly knotted in her lap. Yet she didnt say anything. Again he found a reason to admire her.
Dragging his attention away from Nicole, he cataloged the things that didnt make sense. Leaning forward, he quietly asked Poncho, Who knew I was coming here?
Se?or Rodriguez.
Anyone else?
The man met Aces gaze in the rearview mirror. Even I did not know, until Ricardo tell me tonight.
The answer only raised more questions. Acid churned in his stomach. The rebels were obviously more of a threat than Rodriguez or Ace had thought.
I take you to mi casa, no? Poncho offered.
Gracias, mi amigo. Ace knew they would be somewhat safe with his friends, a whole lot safer than if they strung a hammock between two palm trees.
Is his home big enough for us? Nicole asked quietly.
No. Ace wondered how she would react to an evening of camping out on the homes dirt floor. The first time hed stayed with the Maldanados, hed thought of Elana. He knew the idea of spending five minutes in the house would have made her painted toes curl in her satin pumps.
Would Nicoles reaction be any different?
Is Poncho married?
With five kids. He waited for a reaction. Lord knew, his ex had had definite problems when hed mentioned kids. Five noisy kids. Ace wished he could see Nicoles expression. Would her lips be curled in disgust at the thought of what having five kids would do to her career, not to mention her figure?
The issue of children had been the first of many to cause serious problems between him and Elana. He wanted kidshad a desperate burn in his gut to right the wrongs inflicted by his family.
But that wasnt to be. Sometimes he felt a pang of regret, but hed learned to live with it, by risking his life so children could live longer.
I hope Mrs. Maldanado wont mind the extra people.
She probably wont even notice, Ace said wryly.
Poncho jerked the car to a sudden stop in front of a small shack. Ace climbed out and went around to Nicoles side. It was now or never.
Let me help you, he said, opening her door. She placed her much-smaller hand in his palm. Awareness pulsed through him. It was as shocking as it was unwelcome.
Instead of letting her go as he knew he should, he closed his fingers around her hand, holding her captive.
Her eyes opened wide, bringing her gaze back around until it locked on his face. Neither said a word. Her breathing deepened. His did the same. Her lipssoft, full, sensualparted in silent invitation.
An invitation he resisted RSVPing to.
What was wrong with him? At thirty-seven, hed been around the block. So why did the thought of surrendering to the strangeness of night and kissing her bother him?
Hed already said he would do what it took. So why the hesitation? Suddenly the idea of using her gave him qualms. He disliked the flash of conscience.
Poncho cleared his throat, then slammed closed the trunk lid, shattering the illusion of their near intimacy.
Mi casa, Poncho said apologetically to Nicole.
Ace studied Nicole in the moons glow. Though the Maldanados home was rich compared to some on the island, it was poor compared with what she likely called home. To his amazement, she was graciousness itself.
Thank you for your hospitality, Se?or Maldanado. She smiled dazzlingly.
Ponchos face became a wreath of grins. De nada, se?orita, de nada.
She had more facets than the two-carat engagement ring Ace had given Elana. And Nicoles smile was more intense. For a second, he allowed himself to imagine what it would feel like to experience its full effect, bestowed on him and no one else.
The shacks door opened with a groan. He wondered if the facade would crack once she saw the five kids, two dogs, three cats and a dozen or so chickens.
But she showed no sign of faltering as a cacophony of sound surged out the door.
Wheres my favorite lady? Ace demanded, following Nicole inside.
A tall, slender woman, long black hair falling around her shoulders, swung around. Ace!
She rushed forward and was swept into Aces outstretched arms. A strange sensation, something akin to jealousy, snapped at Nicole. Annoyed with herself, she shoved it aside. She had no attachment to Ace and shouldnt care how many women he smashed against his solid chest. Still, when he put down the woman, after only kissing her forehead, Nicole experienced relief.
Living with this old man still agrees with you, Maria?
The woman glanced over her shoulder at Poncho, then back at Ace. She winked. S?. I have not yet found anyone better. Any suggestions, mi amigo?
Yeah. Me.
Maria laughed, a sweet tinkling sound that Nicole couldnt duplicate if she were paid.
On the fringes, Nicole marveled at the easy camaraderie between Ace and the Maldanados. She had numerous friends and acquaintances, some of them very close, yet shed never been part of this type of genuine affection. Growing up, she was her fathers princess, a pampered child whod eventually tired of adoration, scared that if she failed, she would no longer be liked.
Maria, let me introduce Nicole Jackson. The rich timbre of Aces voice startled her from her reverie.
Maria turned with a smile. Welcome, Se?orita Jackson.
Thank you. This kind of friendship was new. Despite the friends she had at home, a tug of isolation assailed her.
Ace cleared his throat and cocked his head to one side. Nicole is CEO of WorldNet.
Maria blinked, her gaze taking in her husband and Ace.
Nicole shifted, unaccustomed to the hostility the name of her company caused.
Maria found her composure and then wiped her hands on her apron. Youll join us for dinner?
And for the night, if possible.
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О книге: Stranded! Nicole Jackson looked oh-so-sexy in a pair of jeans, but to Ace Lawson she was nothing but a nuisance. First, she hired him to take her on some wild adventure; then she got him stuck in the middle of nowhere. Now «Miss Prim» was expecting him to rescue her from a mess of her own making!Nicole had thought the trip would add excitement to her humdrum life, but she never dreamed she′d be trapped with «Mr. Seduction.» Still, she had a feeling Ace could teach her a thing or two about life – and maybe she could give him a little education about true love… .