Aussie Rules by Jill Shalvis

Author:Jill Shalvis [Shalvis, Jill]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780758239082
Google: I5hslglouHYC
Amazon: 0758211406
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Goodreads: 519701
Publisher: Brava
Published: 2006-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The next morning, Bo showed up early at the airport in hopes of catching Mel

alone, but she appeared to be a no-show.

In fact, for the first time in the week since he’d been there, the coffee-donut

gossip ritual at the café began without her.

Ritchie and Kellan couldn’t wait to tell everyone about their double date with

twins. “They’re athletes,” Ritchie reported in awe. “Gymnasts.”

Al whistled. “Bet they’re flexible.”

“Oh yeah, we got wild, dude—” Kellan broke off at Char’s glare. His wicked

smile faded. “I mean, it was tender and respectful. Very tender and respectful.”

“Enough.” Ernest gestured with his donut toward Danny. “I got a complaint.

You need to stop using aerosol anything in maintenance. I found a dead

araneae in there.”

“A what?” Danny asked.

“A spider! You’re killing them.”

Char sighed. “Okay, let’s talk about me. I’m cranking down the AC from 78 to

68 degrees, and I don’t care how much it costs, I’m too damn hot all the time!”

Al wisely refrained from saying a word, but he looked like he was thinking at

least a few.

No one spoke of Mel’s absence.

Finally Bo had to ask. “Where’s your fearless leader?”

Char looked at Al.

Al looked at Ritchie and Kellan.

Both of whom looked at Danny.

Danny looked at Dimi.

Dimi quietly sipped her herbal tea. “Hmmm? Oh, Mel. She’s running a bit late

this morning, that’s all.”

Bo would be willing to bet that Mel had never been late to anything in her

entire life. Just as he’d be willing to bet she’d stayed up late going through that

file he’d brought her, and was now either still formulating her response to what

she’d found, or plotting his murder.

The airport began hopping with its usual morning business. Bo himself had an

appointment to look at a Douglas A-24 in Los Angeles, which he reluctantly

left for, but not before pulling Dimi aside. “I want to see Mel later,” he said.

“Tell her I’ll only be a few hours.”

Dimi smiled at him noncommittally. Bo grated his teeth and piloted his flight

to LA and back.

When he returned, Mel had come in, but was now on her own charter flight to

San Francisco, forcing him to cool his heels for the rest of the day, which he

spent tracking down a Piper for a customer.

Dimi kept interrupting him with phone calls—creditors, salespeople, even one

person asking if they sold model airplanes.

Finally he called Dimi’s desk. “What are you doing?”

“My job,” she replied sweetly.

“Do you forward all these kinds of calls to Mel?”

“Not anymore. You’re in charge now.”

He drew a deep breath, but patience didn’t come. “I hope you’re finding it

therapeutic to take your anger out on me.”

“Actually, not as much as I’d hoped.”

He sighed. “Do you really give Mel this many phone calls a day?”

“Oh, no. For her, I screen them.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do you think you could screen them for

me?”

“Nope,” she said with that same cheer.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t like you.”

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