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looked uneasy. “That solution doesn’t work for me.”
    “Why not?” Puzzled, she canted her head, studied him intently.
    “I do not have to explain myself to you.”
    “You don’t have your own jet? A rich man like you?”
    “I do have my own jet, but that’s none of your business.”
    “Oh,” she said. “I get it. You don’t want anyone tracking your whereabouts.”
    He seemed relieved. “Yes. Your discretion in this matter is very important to me. Can I trust you?”
    “Of course.” If she couldn’t keep a secret she would have been out of a job a long time ago. Her sister Josie was the only person she could confide in about such things.
    The couple from Argentina that she was supposed to fly to Libera arrived at the plane. A bellhop in a golf cart with their bags in the back followed behind the couple.
    “Here are my passengers, Mr. Martin. I’m sorry about your dilemma but—”
    Gibb pivoted on his heel to face the male passenger, a distinguished-looking gray-haired man in his mid-fifties. “How much for you to take another bush plane to the airport?”
    “Pardon, señor? ” the man asked.
    Gibb waved the cash at him. “How much? I need this plane.”
    “You are not thinking rationally, Mr. Martin,” Sophia pointed out. It surprised her that the cool blond American could be so filled with passion. To the couple, she said, “He is trying to stop a wedding.”
    “Ah, amor, ” said the woman. “Isn’t that romantic? He wants to claim his woman before she marries someone else.”
    Sophia noticed that Gibb did not bother to correct the woman’s erroneous assumption.
    The Argentinean wasn’t losing out on the opportunity. He plucked the bills from Gibb’s hand and tucked them into his pocket. “The plane is all yours, señor. ” He put an arm around his wife’s waist. “How can we stand in the way of true love?”
    “You’re willingly giving up your seats? You could miss your connecting flight while waiting on another bush plane to arrive.”
    “We are flying standby,” the Argentinean said. “If we miss one flight...” He shrugged. “We’ll catch another.”
    The bellhop gave them a ride back to the lodge in the golf cart.
    Gibb held out both arms. “Problem solved. Let’s hit the road, Amelia.”
    “My name is Sophia. Sophia Cruz.”
    “Amelia Earhart reference not doing it? I thought every woman pilot loved to be compared to Amelia.”
    “That’s presumptive and sexist. See, I know big words, too.”
    “So you don’t like Amelia Earhart?”
    “You did not remember my name, did you?”
    “So I forgot your name,” he admitted sheepishly. “Sorry.”
    “My dog apologizes better than that.” Okay, so she was stretching the truth a bit. Her dog died last year. Her heart twinged at the thought of Trixie. She’d had her for fourteen years and missed her deeply.
    “Dogs are all about apology. Which is why I don’t have one.”
    “Why? Because you hate creatures who have more love in their little toe than you do in your entire body.”
    “No,” he said. “I actually love dogs, but I’m never home and I’d have to apologize to the poor thing for hiring someone to take care of it and then I’d feel guilty. Well, you see where I’m going with this.”
    “Not really.”
    “Doesn’t matter. Can we do this thing?”
    She should say no. The sensible thing would be to say no. Most anyone else would say no. He was pushy and arrogant and exasperating, but at the same time, a thrill ran through her at the thought of flying all the way to Florida. Still, was it prudent? Only one person could tell her if it was worth the risk, if indeed El Diablo could make the long trip. She’d have to ask her father.
    Gibb was already climbing into the plane.
    “Not so fast, Norte, ” she said.
    One eyebrow shot up on his forehead and the opposite corner of his mouth quirked up at the same time. “Norte?”
    “ Norte means someone who comes from the north, usually from the U.S.A.