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profitable hours of sunshine before lunch.
"No problem," she said, adding a winning smile to her pitch, which befuddled Tim Lewis to no end. Micki discreetly kicked him under the table to warn him not to comment. She drew the stranger's attention with a flirtatious glance that had him completely snowed. "We might get some rain tonight but it'll be gone by tomorrow. You watch, tomorrow morning will be great flying weather."
Romeo grinned back. "So... can you set it up for me, beautiful?"
Micki turned on her charm. Just wait. This chauvinist wasn't going to be smiling when he realized that 'the sweetheart' was Jacinto Scenic Flights' sole proprietor. That look was going to be worth even more than that gold watch on his wrist. "Can do."
"Great. So is this 'Mickey' your dad, then? Or your husband?" The condescending smile was his fatal error. "Boyfriend, maybe?"
Aware that the guys were struggling to sustain some cover-blowing guffaws, Micki's smile didn't falter. Dirk, on the other hand, looked ready to intervene with either a jealous caress or a bucket of cold water. She ignored them all.
"All the pilots who fly for Jacinto Scenic Flights are FAA certified and experienced in the changing weather conditions we get around here. You'll be in good hands, and you'll get a great view."
"Perfect." He reached across the table and offered his hand. "My name's Luke, by the way. Luke Hardigan."
"Nice to meet you Luke Hardigan," Micki returned in deliberate ambiguity, gripping his hand firmly in an all-business shake. "I guess you already know where the airstrip is, since you said you flew in this afternoon. Just follow the signs past the General Aviation terminal and you'll find the charter hangar."
"No problem," he echoed with a cocky smile that put Tex's best to shame. "Do I detect a bit of an accent there? You're Australian, right?"
"Right," Micki agreed with forced patience. That was a statement of the perfectly, painfully, glaringly obvious if ever she heard one! Getting to her feet, she caught up her jacket and shrugged it on. "Be there at 9:00am, if that's not too early for you. The plane is a white Cessna with green and gold stripes. You should be able to spot it easily enough."
"Sure thing, beautiful."
Again with the patronizing names. She was really going to enjoy showing this guy a thing or two.
Micki knocked back her shot of scotch, and stamped the glass on the table. The expression she threw her companions, masked as a goodbye, was clearly a warning for them to keep their mouths shut, or else. "See you blokes later. And the first round is on me next time."
Luke Hardigan smiled and gestured expansively. "Hey, c'mon, the evening's young. Why don't you stay a while?"
Micki met his eyes in irritation. "Because I've got to get home and check on my dog."
"Really?" He took a sip of beer. "What sort?"
Wondering if this bozo were for real, Micki answered in overdone patience. "A border collie. Any other questions?"
Luke shrugged. "Just wondering. I've been thinking of getting a bulldog. You wouldn't know where I could find one, would you?"
"No." Micki let her curt tone indicate the conversation was over. She was only willing to let him push her so far. "G'night, everyone."
The guys nodded, except Dirk, who also got to his feet. "I'll walk you out."
As she bent to collect her helmet and gloves, her gaze once more fell on Luke. He was watching her and Dirk, as if considering their relationship and what his own chances were. It struck her then, that despite all the possible male contenders at the table, the rookie still had the nerve to try to pick her up.
"Tomorrow, Yank," she said, falling back on Aussie slang to distract his attention from her personal life. "Bring your camera, but don't be late or you'll miss some of the best light. And if there is a change of plan because of bad weather, I'll leave a message at the Resort's front desk."
"Okay. I'll be there."
With a last nod to the rest of the table, Micki
"No problem," she said, adding a winning smile to her pitch, which befuddled Tim Lewis to no end. Micki discreetly kicked him under the table to warn him not to comment. She drew the stranger's attention with a flirtatious glance that had him completely snowed. "We might get some rain tonight but it'll be gone by tomorrow. You watch, tomorrow morning will be great flying weather."
Romeo grinned back. "So... can you set it up for me, beautiful?"
Micki turned on her charm. Just wait. This chauvinist wasn't going to be smiling when he realized that 'the sweetheart' was Jacinto Scenic Flights' sole proprietor. That look was going to be worth even more than that gold watch on his wrist. "Can do."
"Great. So is this 'Mickey' your dad, then? Or your husband?" The condescending smile was his fatal error. "Boyfriend, maybe?"
Aware that the guys were struggling to sustain some cover-blowing guffaws, Micki's smile didn't falter. Dirk, on the other hand, looked ready to intervene with either a jealous caress or a bucket of cold water. She ignored them all.
"All the pilots who fly for Jacinto Scenic Flights are FAA certified and experienced in the changing weather conditions we get around here. You'll be in good hands, and you'll get a great view."
"Perfect." He reached across the table and offered his hand. "My name's Luke, by the way. Luke Hardigan."
"Nice to meet you Luke Hardigan," Micki returned in deliberate ambiguity, gripping his hand firmly in an all-business shake. "I guess you already know where the airstrip is, since you said you flew in this afternoon. Just follow the signs past the General Aviation terminal and you'll find the charter hangar."
"No problem," he echoed with a cocky smile that put Tex's best to shame. "Do I detect a bit of an accent there? You're Australian, right?"
"Right," Micki agreed with forced patience. That was a statement of the perfectly, painfully, glaringly obvious if ever she heard one! Getting to her feet, she caught up her jacket and shrugged it on. "Be there at 9:00am, if that's not too early for you. The plane is a white Cessna with green and gold stripes. You should be able to spot it easily enough."
"Sure thing, beautiful."
Again with the patronizing names. She was really going to enjoy showing this guy a thing or two.
Micki knocked back her shot of scotch, and stamped the glass on the table. The expression she threw her companions, masked as a goodbye, was clearly a warning for them to keep their mouths shut, or else. "See you blokes later. And the first round is on me next time."
Luke Hardigan smiled and gestured expansively. "Hey, c'mon, the evening's young. Why don't you stay a while?"
Micki met his eyes in irritation. "Because I've got to get home and check on my dog."
"Really?" He took a sip of beer. "What sort?"
Wondering if this bozo were for real, Micki answered in overdone patience. "A border collie. Any other questions?"
Luke shrugged. "Just wondering. I've been thinking of getting a bulldog. You wouldn't know where I could find one, would you?"
"No." Micki let her curt tone indicate the conversation was over. She was only willing to let him push her so far. "G'night, everyone."
The guys nodded, except Dirk, who also got to his feet. "I'll walk you out."
As she bent to collect her helmet and gloves, her gaze once more fell on Luke. He was watching her and Dirk, as if considering their relationship and what his own chances were. It struck her then, that despite all the possible male contenders at the table, the rookie still had the nerve to try to pick her up.
"Tomorrow, Yank," she said, falling back on Aussie slang to distract his attention from her personal life. "Bring your camera, but don't be late or you'll miss some of the best light. And if there is a change of plan because of bad weather, I'll leave a message at the Resort's front desk."
"Okay. I'll be there."
With a last nod to the rest of the table, Micki
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