All I Want

Parker looked at her for a long moment. Then he nodded and walked away, heading inside.

By the time she finished up and poked her head into the second hangar to check on the Cessna Caravan and then made her way back to the terminal, it was empty.

“How was the flight?” Joe asked, coming from the hallway that led to the lounge and bathroom.

“Fine,” she said, distracted, turning to look in the back, where there were a few tables and a small deli run by Thea, Joe’s sister.

That area was empty as well.

“Who you looking for?” Joe asked.

“Nobody.”

“You’re a shitty liar,” Joe said. “And he left.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“No, but you wanted to. Who is this guy to you, anyway?”

“Renovation money.”

“Okay.” Joe paused, searching her expression for she had no idea what. “He went back up with Devon. Paid a pretty penny for it, too.”

This didn’t surprise her, and she started to head back to the mechanical hangar.

“So about Friday night,” Joe said. “You never said yes.”

“Joe—”

“Just one night,” he said, sounding unaccustomedly desperate.

She blew out a sigh.

“Unless of course I can talk you into more.” He waggled a brow.

“Don’t push your luck,” she said. “Fine. Dinner on Friday. And nothing more.”

“Sure, we’ll start with that,” he agreed readily.

Start and end because she wasn’t looking for a one-night stand with Joe. She wasn’t looking for anything with anybody.

Liar, a small voice in her head said. You’d be more excited if it were Parker . . .

Shaking that off, she gave herself a lecture. She had a long day ahead of her and she didn’t have time to daydream about Parker.

So of course she spent the rest of her day doing exactly that.





Six




The next afternoon, Parker sat up and got licked from chin to forehead for his efforts. “Thanks, dude.”

He and Oreo were both on the floor in the shower of the second upstairs bathroom, where Parker was working on fixing the faulty drain. Just like he’d fixed the leak in the kitchen sink the night before. Of course he’d had to wait until the stubborn-as-all-hell Zoe had gone to bed to do so.

He pulled half a loofah from the drain, shook his head, and started the water. Drained perfectly now. “Done,” he told the dog. Now he and Zoe could each have their own bathroom.

Not that he particularly needed any privacy. He just felt a little bad for his prickly landlord, who clearly had no idea how to accept help.

“She’s stubborn as hell,” Wyatt told him when Parker called to check in. “Always has been.”

No shit, Parker thought.

“Something she’ll never tell you,” Wyatt said, “is that she’s got some debt. Getting a pilot’s license costs a lot of money and she’s got loans to pay off. Now that I’m doing okay, I’ve tried to pay them off for her but she refuses to let me.”

Sounded like Zoe.

“I’ve also tried to help her out with the house,” Wyatt said. “But she always says she’s got it and kicks me out.”

“She told me the same,” Parker said. “So I waited until she was gone to fix a few things.”

Wyatt laughed. “Better sleep with one eye open. You’re going to piss her off when she finds out.”

“Maybe she won’t realize it’s me . . .”

“She’s ornery, but she’s not stupid,” Wyatt said. “In fact, she’s smarter than all of us put together.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve already got the pissing-her-off part down. I seem to manage that without even trying.”

“If that were true, you’d be dead and buried already and no one would ever find your body,” Wyatt said.

Parker laughed.

“Hey, I’m not kidding. She’s something fierce when her feathers are ruffled, though to be fair to her, she’s always had to be.”

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