: Fatal Flight
Adam Hamilton becomes enmeshed in a world of danger when he finds Sky Stravinsky and asks her to meet the grandmother she didn’t know exists. Has he made an enemy as chief engineer and test pilot for a military project, or did he stumble over one of Sky’s. Not fully recovered from injuries suffered when his jet crashed, Adam is torn between opposing forces, while caught up in the attacks on Sky. Still, he fights for this fascinating pilot, determined to keep her safe and win her love.
Everything Sky values comes under attack, from her airfield to her airplanes, to her life. Faced with a hidden enemy and Adam’s intrusion into her world, Sky feels trapped by circumstances outside her control. In time, Adam gains her trust as her sponsor for competitive aeronautics, but he wants something Sky won’t give—her heart. Meeting her grandmother and developing a relationship with Adam will pull her back into their world of wealth and entitlement. Sky won’t become a rich man’s plaything again.
Will the threats that force them together convince Sky Adam deserves a place in her life?
“Max came to me. I was interested. After crunching the numbers, researching your top-notch standing on the circuit, and talking with my father, I thought this was a great PR opportunity for our corporation. I didn’t know you were against the idea. My experience is that as soon as someone knows what I’m worth they want something from me.”
“And you assumed I was sticking my hand in the pot.” She stopped at the entrance to the big tent, where oceans of food were served all day. “Okay, I see where you were coming from. Pax?” She offered her hand.
She took quiet satisfaction in the fact he looked like she’d turned him on his head. Good, keep him off balance, and he couldn’t do the same to her. He took her hand, his long fingers clasping it, warm and dry, just the lightest of squeezes. He’d never used his size and strength to intimidate, she realized. He was a true alpha male, for only the strongest, fastest, and smartest protected the vulnerable. A weaker male took advantage of them.
“Pax,” he acknowledged, letting go of her hand.
“Don’t corral me, or manipulate me, Adam, or the only thing you’ll change is the direction I go every time you come near,” she warned.
“I promise I won’t do either.” Adam raised his fingers in a Scout salute. “Scout’s honor.”
“Were you one?”
“Suspicious as ever. I’ll have you know I am an Eagle Scout and earned all my badges.”
She slanted him a droll look as she moved toward her plane. “I have to give Rob back the keys to his plane.” She moved toward the old friend, who’d broken away from a group of men seated inside the tent and walked toward them.
Adam followed, thanking Rob for lending Sky his Pitts so she could take him up.
“If I’d known it was Adam Hamilton, ace pilot with the Thunderbirds, war hero, and COO of Hamilton Aeronautics in the back seat, I would have paid more attention and taken a photo.” Rob shook Adam’s hand with vigor.
“If you want a photo, by all means.” Adam looked at Sky.
She nodded, impressed by his kindness to her old friend, and retraced their steps, sandwiched between the two men. She posed with Adam in front of the Pitts, feeling the weight of his arm, as he wrapped it around her shoulder and murmured into her ear, “Say please.”
The teasing word combined with the feel of his warm breath stirring the tendrils of hair on her temple and the hard press of his body along her side sent slivers of apprehension through her bloodstream. Why did this near stranger make her feel so unsettled, so warm, so wary, and almost intoxicated? She pulled away, with a bright smile for Rob and a quick goodbye tossed over her shoulder at Adam, and headed for Bully Boy.
“Fly safely, Sky.” Adam called out. He was still standing at the side of the runway, when she lifted into the air.