almost enough to start a man worrying.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carm set a shaky foot on solid ground and sent up a silent prayer thanks that she’d made it to St. Kitts in one piece. Never the best flier under the best of circumstances, it had taken all she had to keep from flinging to the floor in terror screaming, “We’re going down, we’re going down!”
Needless the say the flight had experienced a few bumps of turbulence along the way. Of course it hadn’t fazed Marek. Oh no, of course not. He’d become unusually chatty on the trip and had passed the time telling her all about his business. Most of it she hadn’t heard over the roaring rush of blood in her ears.
And, when Marek had slacked off in the conversation Landon had picked it up, yammering on about all manner of insignificant things. One thing in particular she recalled him discussing was the abundance of hot women that stayed at the resort on St. Kitts. If she didn’t know any better she’d think that was the only reason why Landon had agreed to charter them in the first place. Only in the hopes of picking up women.
Not that Landon really needed much help. The guy practically oozed charm and charisma. Even with his slightly wild appearance there was something quite appealing about Landon Harper. There was more there than met the eye, that’s for sure. He came off as a carefree beach bum, but Carm knew that wasn’t the whole story. Not if the guy had been a pilot in Somalia.
Carm took a step forward and felt her legs buckle. Before she hit the ground a pair of strong, tan hands gripped her elbows and steadied her. Like an electric shock, a zing shot up her arms and zipped through her veins. Without looking behind her she knew it was Marek who touched her.
Jerking away from his unsettling touch, Carm continued on. She heard Marek chuckle, the sound rumbling low in his chest. Her heart responded to the provocative noise with a giddy skip.
“You’re welcome, sugar. I’d have hated to see you fall on your pretty face.”
He was incorrigible. He just couldn’t let an opportunity go by, could he? He had to needle her every chance that came along.
Choosing to ignore him, Carm stopped and turned to search for Landon. She found him fiddling with something on the sleek dash of his black helicopter and yelled, “Aren’t you coming, Landon?”
Landon shook his dreadlocks and smiled, “I don’t think so, darlin’. Not my thing, but you go have some fun. I’ll meet up with you all later at the resort. I’ve got a friend round here I have an itch to see.”
I’ll bet you do, you horny toad. And what is it with the men around here using those annoying pet names on me? Do I have a sign that begs men to talk to me like some dimwitted playmate pin-up?
Plastering a big fake smile on her face Carm spun around and started walking again. She couldn’t wait to get back to Tortola and hop on the first available plane out of here back to reality. She’d had about enough of pigheaded men and their sweet talk.
Carm wanted to get home to Kate and some peace and quiet. Speaking of Kate, she’d be chewing her nails down to the quick right now worried about what was going on. Carm had called her after Marek had left that morning and Kate had been near tears then. Thinking it might upset her more, Carm had avoided telling Kate about her little screw-up and had spent ten minute trying to reassure her. Kate blamed her behavior on hormones, but Carm knew it was more than that. It was her life that hung in the balance.
Marek steered Carm to a waiting jeep and they climbed in. Lost in her own thoughts, Carm barely paid attention to her surroundings. Thick, tangling foliage dimly registered in her mind as she daydreamed. Her thoughts were firmly stuck on Kate and how thrilled she’d be when Carm told her the good news. At least she had
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carm set a shaky foot on solid ground and sent up a silent prayer thanks that she’d made it to St. Kitts in one piece. Never the best flier under the best of circumstances, it had taken all she had to keep from flinging to the floor in terror screaming, “We’re going down, we’re going down!”
Needless the say the flight had experienced a few bumps of turbulence along the way. Of course it hadn’t fazed Marek. Oh no, of course not. He’d become unusually chatty on the trip and had passed the time telling her all about his business. Most of it she hadn’t heard over the roaring rush of blood in her ears.
And, when Marek had slacked off in the conversation Landon had picked it up, yammering on about all manner of insignificant things. One thing in particular she recalled him discussing was the abundance of hot women that stayed at the resort on St. Kitts. If she didn’t know any better she’d think that was the only reason why Landon had agreed to charter them in the first place. Only in the hopes of picking up women.
Not that Landon really needed much help. The guy practically oozed charm and charisma. Even with his slightly wild appearance there was something quite appealing about Landon Harper. There was more there than met the eye, that’s for sure. He came off as a carefree beach bum, but Carm knew that wasn’t the whole story. Not if the guy had been a pilot in Somalia.
Carm took a step forward and felt her legs buckle. Before she hit the ground a pair of strong, tan hands gripped her elbows and steadied her. Like an electric shock, a zing shot up her arms and zipped through her veins. Without looking behind her she knew it was Marek who touched her.
Jerking away from his unsettling touch, Carm continued on. She heard Marek chuckle, the sound rumbling low in his chest. Her heart responded to the provocative noise with a giddy skip.
“You’re welcome, sugar. I’d have hated to see you fall on your pretty face.”
He was incorrigible. He just couldn’t let an opportunity go by, could he? He had to needle her every chance that came along.
Choosing to ignore him, Carm stopped and turned to search for Landon. She found him fiddling with something on the sleek dash of his black helicopter and yelled, “Aren’t you coming, Landon?”
Landon shook his dreadlocks and smiled, “I don’t think so, darlin’. Not my thing, but you go have some fun. I’ll meet up with you all later at the resort. I’ve got a friend round here I have an itch to see.”
I’ll bet you do, you horny toad. And what is it with the men around here using those annoying pet names on me? Do I have a sign that begs men to talk to me like some dimwitted playmate pin-up?
Plastering a big fake smile on her face Carm spun around and started walking again. She couldn’t wait to get back to Tortola and hop on the first available plane out of here back to reality. She’d had about enough of pigheaded men and their sweet talk.
Carm wanted to get home to Kate and some peace and quiet. Speaking of Kate, she’d be chewing her nails down to the quick right now worried about what was going on. Carm had called her after Marek had left that morning and Kate had been near tears then. Thinking it might upset her more, Carm had avoided telling Kate about her little screw-up and had spent ten minute trying to reassure her. Kate blamed her behavior on hormones, but Carm knew it was more than that. It was her life that hung in the balance.
Marek steered Carm to a waiting jeep and they climbed in. Lost in her own thoughts, Carm barely paid attention to her surroundings. Thick, tangling foliage dimly registered in her mind as she daydreamed. Her thoughts were firmly stuck on Kate and how thrilled she’d be when Carm told her the good news. At least she had
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