She could scarcely breathe. “What’s wrong with that?”

“We’d drown.” And with that, he went back to his quiet flying zone.

Brady found himself smiling in sheer pleasure at the gorgeous day sprawled out in front of them, hundreds of miles in every direction, a maze of mountains and valleys that included a national forest.

Not a town or a paved road was visible. There was something about the high-pitched whine and whistle of a chopper, coupled with that sweet aroma of burning jet fuel that was more intoxicating than anything he’d ever experienced.

The wild northern Idaho wilderness was as untamed as it had been in the early 1800s when Lewis and Clark came through. He could see the crests of the ridges of the Bitter-roots and beyond. The countless lakes and rivers and a glacier-scoured basin more formidable and rockier than just about anywhere on earth caught his breath in a way he hadn’t expected.

If he ever wished to claim a home base, it would be here, the first place to make him feel wanted. He glanced over at his passenger.

And the most recent place to make him feel wanted…

Unlike him, Lilah wasn’t smiling in sheer pleasure. They’d hit some turbulence and she was gripping the arms of the seat like she was expecting to go down any second and the armrests would save her. He’d asked her several times if she was okay, and he started to ask again. “Lilah? Are you-”

“Don’t,” she said through her teeth. “Don’t ask me if I’m okay because I don’t know. And we need to land soon, or I swear I’ll stick you with the three kittens that were found at the river yesterday.”

He landed soon.

She handled that with only a quietly repeated mantra that went something like “We’re okay, we’re okay.” He was both proud and amused by her attempt at bravery. She was still sitting there, muscles clenched tight, eyes closed, when he opened her seat belt for her. “Good news,” he said. “We’re in one piece.”

She cracked open an eye, took a peek, and then a deep breath. “We made it.”

He felt his heart squeeze even as he laughed. “Lilah. Lilah, look at me.”

She turned her head and met his gaze, face still pale.

He shoved his sunglasses to the top of his head so she could get a good look at him. “Two things. One, if there’d been even a sliver of a doubt about this thing being anything less than one hundred percent air-worthy, I’d never have brought you with me.”

She stared at him, then nodded, even giving him a small, trusting smile. “You’re right. I knew that. What’s the second thing?”

He paused. “There’s a problem with one of the gauges.”

“Oh God. Okay.” She nodded. “We’ll just rent a car and drive home.”

Leaning close, he ran a thumb over her pale cheek. “We can fly without it. I just don’t want to. I’ll get a replacement from this airport’s maintenance department and have it fixed in no time.”

“In no time,” she repeated, clearly realizing that that meant she was indeed still taking the chopper back. “That’s… great.”

Because she was still shaking like a leaf, he leaned in and kissed her softly. “Come on, Amelia. You look like you need your feet firmly on the ground. Let’s go eat.”

She nodded but didn’t move.

“Want me to fly us to the restaurant?”

“Ha. And no.” She rose, wobbled, and pointed at him. “Not a word.”

He was good at not saying a word and, with an arm slung around her shoulders, led them across the tarmac and inside the airport.

The maintenance department informed them that they were backed up and needed an hour to locate the part Brady needed. Instead of waiting, Brady got them a cab and they headed to town. At an outdoor café, they ate fresh salmon and drank beer delivered in a metal bucket, all while being serenaded by a trio of birds sitting on a branch of a tree. Afterward they window-shopped as the sun set, walking down the main drag past a few galleries and artsy shops with the other tourists. Actually, Lilah shopped, and Brady just watched her. It was quickly becoming a favorite pastime.

“None of this interests you,” she said after a block.

“Not much of a shopper,” he admitted.

“Me neither. It’s hard to be a shopper when you’re perpetually broke-Oh,” she exclaimed with a gasp, and stopped in front of a shop called the Pharmacy. Only it was unlike any pharmacy Brady had ever been in. Instead of medicine and various sundries, there was lace and silk. It was a lingerie shop, and there was tons of it, all displayed and surrounded by… fluff. That was the only word he could think of. There were boas and feathers, lotions and soaps. Lilah was standing there taking it all in when his cell phone rang. It was work. “I’m sorry. I need to take this,” he told her.

“No worries,” she murmured, still enthralled by the window display. “Take your time.”

Brady stepped a few feet away to talk. “Miller.”

“Got a job,” came the familiar voice of Tony, his boss. “How soon can you be in Somalia?” he boomed.

Tony always boomed. Probably because he’d lost fifty percent of his hearing in the Gulf War, not that he’d ever admit the handicap.

Brady’s gaze tracked to Lilah, still nose up to the glass. “Not anytime soon.”

“What does that mean? You said you needed a couple of weeks and it’s been a couple of weeks.”

“It means I’m skipping this one,” Brady said. “Assign someone else.”

“But you’ve never skipped a job.”

No. No, he hadn’t. He’d never had a reason to. And he didn’t now, except…

Lilah was looking at a silk teddy set. Spaghetti-strapped cami and a tiny thong, both in a pale blue that would make her gorgeous skin shimmer. She turned her head, found him watching her, and blushed gorgeously.

He didn’t want to go.

“What the hell’s up?” Tony asked loudly enough that Brady winced and pulled the phone from his ear. “You said you needed personal leave,” Tony said. “Nothing special, you said.”

“Yes. And I’m taking a full month off.” That had been his promise to Dell and Adam, and he’d honor it. “I let the office know.”

“Yeah, you said you were in Idaho. What the fuck’s in Idaho?”

Brady let out a breath. “It’s personal-”

“Ah, Christ. You’re not going off the deep end and buying a ranch out in the middle of nowhere to raise cattle, are you? You belong in the air, man.”

“Two more weeks,” Brady said through his teeth. “I’ll be back in two weeks.”

“But not now?”

“No. Not now.”

“It’s a woman. No, what am I saying, not even a woman keeps you grounded. It’s two women, right?”

Brady shut his phone and slid it in his pocket, giving Lilah a knowing shake of his head. “You can stop pretending not to eavesdrop now.”

“You turned down a job.”

“I just postponed it, that’s all.”

“Why?”

Well, wasn’t that just the million-dollar question. His cell phone rang again. The Boise airport maintenance department. When he was done with that call, he shut his phone and rubbed a hand over his jaw. “I’ve got good news and bad news.”

“Good news first,” she decided, not looking sure she wanted either.

“Yeah, there isn’t really good news.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Then why did you ask?”

“Because normal people always want the bad news first.”

“Just tell me!”

“The part I need for the Bell 47 won’t be in until the morning.”

Her mouth fell open. “How were you possibly going to make that good news?”

Brady pulled out his rarely used Visa. “With a nice hotel, including a hot tub for all those sore muscles?”

“How do you know I have sore muscles?”

“Because you had them clenched tight the entire flight. You’re sore.”

She looked him over speculatively, and he wished he knew what the hell she was thinking. But for all that she usually wore her heart on her sleeve for the whole world to see, she was keeping this one close to the vest. Finally she pulled out her cell phone. “Cruz,” she said into it. “Remember that time I covered for you when you took Marie to Vegas for the weekend on the spot? Yeah, well, I’m calling in the marker. I’ll be back some time tomorrow… No, you don’t get to ask why. Use your imagination. Feed Sadie.” She slid the phone into her pocket and looked at Brady. “What kind of a reputation do you have that this guy seriously thinks you’d sleep with two women at the same time?”