Crash Landing by Lori Wilde Read Free Book Online

hoping he would think that she was inspecting the instrument panel and not him.
    Be honest, Sophia.
    No point lying to herself. She was flat out ogling him. Who wouldn’t ogle? The man had splendid bone structure and firm, elegant muscles—hard, but not bulky.
    He was magnificent.
    Gulping, she shifted her attention back to the landscape. They had passed over the center of Costa Rica, which, at its widest point, was only one hundred and eight miles across, and were headed toward the Caribbean Sea. Before long, they would be entering Nicaraguan air space.
    “Sophia,” Gibb murmured.
    Had he said her name or had she imagined it. Between the sound of the engine and the headset, she had trouble hearing him.
    She turned her head again to find him staring at her. “Yes?”
    “Are you married?”
    The question took her by surprise, so did the heated flush that raced to her cheeks. She held up her left hand so he could see it was bare of a ring.
    “Boyfriend?”
    Good question. She still hadn’t told Emilio that they would not be taking their relationship to the next level. He was such a nice guy, but it wasn’t fair of her to string him along when she did not have any romantic feelings for him.
    She studied the instrument panel, the tachometer reading, the fuel system cluster, the altimeter and temperature gauges. Everything was fine.
    “Sophia?”
    “Emilio is not my boyfriend any more so than Stacy is your girlfriend,” she finally answered.
    “Ah,” he said. “A friend with benefits.”
    She owed him no explanation about her relationship status. She would let him think whatever he wanted.
    “So no one serious?”
    Why was he asking? She lifted a shoulder. “I’m too young to get serious.”
    “How old are you?”
    “Did anyone ever tell you that it’s not polite to ask a woman her age.” She maneuvered the plane through puffs of late-afternoon cloud.
    “I’m thirty-two,” he volunteered.
    He was older than she would have guessed. “Twenty-six,” she admitted.
    “And you’re still not ready to settle down?”
    “Are you?”
    He chuckled. “No, no, I’m not.”
    That killed the conversation.
    Good. She needed to concentrate on what she was doing. They were about to cross over into Nicaragua. She radioed the nearest air tower with her intentions and was cleared. They were cruising along at seven thousand feet and a hundred and thirty knots per hour.
    But soon, the silence got to her, which was odd. Normally, she was happy as a clam when she was in the air and nothing upset her equilibrium. She canted her head, studied him from the corner of her eye.
    He was handsome enough to be a movie star, especially when he flashed that grin. He was such an enigma. On the one hand, a serious workaholic, underneath though, there was a playful side he’d buried long ago to please a stepfather who, from Gibb’s account, withheld affection while at the same time, freely gave him material things. Such mixed messages must be very confusing.
    “May I ask you a personal question?” she asked.
    “Nothing has stopped you so far,” he said.
    “You do not have to answer if you don’t want to.”
    “Let’s hear it. What’s on your mind?”
    “What is it that you want most in life, Mr. Martin?”
    “Gibb,” he said. “You can call me Gibb. Maybe you should tell me what I want, Sophia, since you just did such a good job of reading me.”
    “Ah, but if I do it for you then you don’t have to do any soul searching.”
    “Soul searching is overrated. I’m more goal oriented than emotive.”
    “You’re avoiding the question.”
    “You said I didn’t have to answer.”
    “I’ve changed my mind. Emote.”
    “Anyone ever tell you that you can be a bit bossy?”
    “In other words, you have no idea what it is that you want from life?”
    “I want for nothing. I’m living the dream.”
    “And yet, you do not seem happy.”
    For a long time he said nothing. “What do you mean?”
    “Never mind. I don’t know