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contest, then she certainly wasn't resorting to using sexy clothing to win.
    She scowled, thinking of Luke Hardigan and the uncomfortable affect he had on her. Now there was a man who, like Dirk, would insist on his woman in silk and satin. That was a perfect reason not to become involved with him, because it would only end like it had with Dirk. And that was all there was to it.
    What the hell was she even thinking, anyway, 'getting involved?'
    Having spent its fury, rain now patted light and steady on the trailer roof, lulling her toward bed and the promise of sleep. There was a soft thump from the kitchen, a telltale sign Fizz had returned through the doggie door from his nightly 'business trip' outside. As she turned down the bedcovers, she glimpsed the local newspaper, still rumpled on the floor where she had thrown it in anguish earlier that day.
    Slowly, regretfully, Micki picked it up.
    She sat on the bed, feeling suddenly drained, and stared remorsefully at the publication. Her eyes stung, and she huffed once, as finally the tears she had been holding back flowed free.
    Ensign Ray 'Razor' McNally's carefree smile greeted her from the page, now forever immortalized in grainy newsprint. His photo accompanied a bold headline of tragedy, his story spanning almost two thirds of the front page; 'Bad Weather Stalls Investigation of Local Coast Guard Crash. Pilot Error Suspected.'
    ***
    'Pilot Error.'
    Luke Hardigan stared hard at the printed words for a moment, before his gaze flicked to the accompanying photograph. Angered, he shoved the offending newspaper away and returned his attention to his Smartphone which had, finally, picked up a signal again. He reconnected to the web to view the home page of Jacinto Scenic Flights , discreetly digging for any information on the leather-clad, bike-riding hellion and her connection to the charter company, while he waited for the bartender to fetch another round of drinks. Like hell it was 'pilot error,' and he was damn sure going to find out the real truth of it, whatever it took.
    Luke swiped the Smartphone screen with his fingertip, searching over the page. The website was just some tourist hook, 'see the Keys by air' blurb, but had nothing about the proprietors, pilots, or the biker woman. In fact, he quickly concluded that the entire website was a single page, poorly done, advertisement for the charter flight business, as if it had been reluctantly created and put up by someone who really didn't want to use internet technology in their business at all.
    He frowned at the recollection of the leather-clad woman; her smile, the flirting that bounced so easily between them as he arranged his flight, not to mention the distinctly female way she filled out her tank top and biking leathers. It brought a heat to his belly that annoyed him immensely. When she left the bar, she'd taken the attention of half the male population with her, leaving him to hope against hope that she wasn't involved in this whole dirty mess.
    But she was involved with Jacinto Scenic Flights in some capacity, and obviously being Jurgensen's girlfriend didn't do anything to establish a spotless reputation. If she was part of—
    "Thanks," Luke said, smoothing out his expression as the bartender pushed a tray of drinks at him. Pocketing his phone, he threw some bills on the counter, then returned to the table with no hint of what he was thinking reflected on his face.
    —if she was part of the crime ring, then the fact that she had spun his head around with one glance of those sapphire eyes wasn't going to help her case one bit.
    Not one , he thought, donning a friendly smile as he returned to the table where Jurgensen, the two surviving Coast Guard pilots, and the boat captain sat waiting, all unaware that they were being interrogated by an expert.
    At least Jurgensen hadn't gone home with her, as Luke had assumed he would. Maybe they weren't as close as he suspected. Maybe he still had a shot...
    No. It was not