The Rescue Pilot by Rachel Lee

Author:Rachel Lee
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-09-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

He never took his hand away from her, but continued to hold her tightly, making her feel claimed and oddly safe. As sleep fought to take her, she found it easier to let it. He had drained all the tension from her, leaving her soft, tired and so relaxed.

When she awoke, Chase was rolling away from her.

“Wendy says she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open.”

At once Rory sprang to her feet. She felt the need to wash, to change, but even changing into something from her carry-on needed to wait. Cait first.

Chase was out of the bedroom almost before her feet hit the floor. She smiled rather grimly. He probably wanted a postmortem about as much as she did, which was to say not at all.

Their unorthodox sex needed to be confined to some dustbin at the back of their memories for many good reasons. If the memory of those moments wouldn’t leave her alone, then she’d remind herself of every single one of them.

It had been good, it had probably been born of adrenaline, their unusual circumstances and some crazy need to affirm life in the face of all the danger they faced. Better to forget it than dwell on it.

Maybe someday, when she was an old lady, she could drag the memory out and remember the brief period when she’d tossed out every inhibition to be with a stranger. Old ladies could safely indulge those memories, and maybe even cackle over them with glee. If she looked too closely at it right now, she might wonder if she had lost her mind.

Well, she had, she thought as she slipped her jacket and boots on again, then headed up front to Cait. She’d gone nuts for fifteen or twenty glorious minutes, if that long.

It was okay to go nuts sometimes. It happened. Over the last few weeks, plenty had been pushing her in that direction.

Cait was still sleeping, but a touch found her cheek warm, and her breathing seemed regular, if a bit shallow.

“I got her to cough some more,” Wendy said. “And she had another cup of sweet tea. She seems fine right now.”

Fine. Not exactly the word Rory would apply, but she understood Wendy’s meaning. “Thank you.”

Wendy squeezed her arm, then disappeared into the bedroom with her husband.

“This is a fractured night,” Chase remarked. He glanced at his watch. “Close to endless, too. Coffee? Soup?”

“Coffee.” She straightened and started to follow him to the galley, but he waved her back.

“Sit with your sister. I can make coffee.”

He also probably didn’t want to be too close to her. That might be a good idea right now. Pretend it didn’t happen, and don’t give either of them a chance to talk about it. Sometimes silence was wise, and Rory felt this was one of them.

But wise or not, she couldn’t help remembering. Judging by her response to the memory, her body wanted a rerun even if her mind warned her it would be dangerous and maybe even stupid. Even with her sister sleeping right beside her.

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