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one. That sometimes it was easier to run than to stand your ground and fight.

      He was silent for a minute, before he answered softly. “You can’t always make peace with it. Sometimes all you can do is accept what life dishes up and then move past it.”

      Or you could always fly away from it as fast as you could.

      The plane dipped for a second and so did Molly’s heart. “What was that?”

      “Just a pothole.”

      “Sorry?” The fear was back, stronger than ever. She licked her lips, trying not to focus on the vibrations of the plane around her but noticing every tiny shiver just the same.

      “Turbulence. It’s like bumps in a road. You wouldn’t expect to have glassy-smooth highways forever, would you?”

      “No, of course not.” She relaxed her grip on the shoulder harness.

      He was right. It was just a pothole. Not even a very big one.

      Somehow thinking of it like that made it easier. “My mom hated flying. She never went to the islands with my dad, no matter how many times he asked her to. Not even to take a vacation. She wouldn’t let me go either. And after his plane went down, she became even more…” Demanding? What exactly was she planning to say? “I just don’t want to be like that, you know?”

      “Understandable. But if your mom didn’t let you fly with him, then when did you…?” He frowned. “This isn’t your first time up, is it?”

      “No!” She bit her lip. “Well, not exactly. I mean, I’ve been on a plane before.”

      He scrubbed a hand through his hair, the dark silky locks falling neatly back into place. “Really? When was the last time you were on one?”

      “A few weeks ago.” She tossed her head as if it had been nothing special.

      He seemed to relax in his seat. “Where’d you go?”

      “Go?”

      “On your flight.”

      “We, uh, didn’t exactly go anywhere.” The mumbled words sounded weird even to her.

      “I don’t follow.”

      She hesitated. If she didn’t tell him, he’d just ask Doug why she’d acted so whacked out during the flight once they got back to Anchorage. “The plane was part of a desensitization course.”

      Something she’d needed to make sure she could survive this trip.

      “A what?” His head jerked to stare at her. “You mean you’ve never flown before in your life?”

      Indignation washed over her. She had, but why should it matter? It was ridiculous to expect everyone to have flown all over the world from the time they could crawl. “I have flown. Just not recently. I—I couldn’t.”

      Not since her father’s accident.

      “Oh, hell.”

      She shifted in her seat to face him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

      “It means if you’re looking for a pilot to help you get past your fear, you’d better keep looking. A desensitization expert I’m not.” He laughed and the sound was no longer low and mellow. “I know of at least one person who’d testify to that fact. Only she’s no longer speaking to me.”

      The anger behind that last comment made her hackles rise. Had he purposely scared someone during a flight? If so, he was right. She didn’t want him flying her anywhere. “Fine. Once we get back to Anchorage, I’ll make sure you never have to—”

      “Wrong. Those ‘bumps in the road’ I mentioned? They’re going to get worse the closer we get to the islands. And the landing strip at Dutch Harbor is barely up to FAA standards.” He glanced up as if sending a distress call to some higher power. “Listen, I signed on to take a doctor to Unalaska to scope out the work at the clinic. I’m not here to be the next rung on your twelve-step ladder. If you expect me to sweet-talk you into getting back on the plane tomorrow, you’re out of luck.”

      Her chin went up. “I guarantee that’s not going to happen.”

      “You’re right. It’s not.” His dark eyes swept over her face and the expression in them chilled her to the bone. “If you’re not on the plane, strapped into your seat, by eight o’clock in the morning, you can find yourself a new pilot.”

      * * *

      Okay, so he could have handled that better. A lot better.

      But from the moment Blake had noticed her clutching her seat, a warning siren had gone off in his brain. He’d quickly dismissed it, chalking up her reaction to takeoff jitters. A lot of people got nervous, especially on flights to the Aleutians, where landings could be very hairy. Transitioning from a jet engine to a turboprop seven years ago had given him a few gray hairs of his own, so who could blame her?

      Besides, her dad—a man Blake had looked up to and respected—was famous in these parts, so he’d had some ridiculous notion that Wayne McKinna’s daughter would have logged some serious flight hours. Her physical appearance had only added to that impression. Brown, choppy locks were cut in a way that gave her delicate face a fearless impudent look. And the bold, take-charge style drew immediate attention to her eyes. Green. Intelligent. Framed by incredibly thick lashes.

      She looked ready to take on any challenge that came her way.

      Desensitization classes. Great.

      What the hell was she doing, taking a job that involved medevacing patients to Anchorage?

      Even Sharon hadn’t been that afraid of flying. And yet her constant nagging to move back to the mainland and to switch to flying passenger jets had proved to be the final straw in an already disintegrating marriage. Wayne had understood exactly where he was coming from, said he’d fought the same battles with his own wife.

      Blake loved the island where he’d grown up. Loved the challenge of landing on that tiny airstrip in Dutch Harbor.

      Sharon hated both.

      After the divorce, he’d decided no one would take those things away from him. Not again.

      He glanced over at Molly. She was furiously staring out the front window, her arms folded across her chest, her full bottom lip thinned.

      You can find yourself a new pilot.

      The fact that she’d answered his outrageous declaration with silence told him everything he needed to know.

      He’d blown whatever chance he might have had with her.

      If he’d even had one. The woman probably had men doing penance laps until their knees bled, hoping for a chance to go out with her.

      He’d noticed Molly bustling around the ER over the past year as he’d checked on some critical-care patients he’d flown in from the islands. Her cheery attitude and gorgeous smile had attracted his attention immediately. When someone had told him she was the daughter of the late, great Wayne McKinna, what had started as a tiny spark of attraction had caught and held. She’d been away at medical school when her father had shown him the ropes, so they’d never been officially introduced. By the time he’d realized who she was, she was already spoken for. Besides, he was from the islands, and Molly appeared to be very much a city girl at heart.

      As he’d found out the hard way, oil and water might flirt with each other for a while, but they eventually separated.

      He should have reminded himself of that fact and kept his distance.

      Then she’d broken off her relationship and signed up for the new health-care position the government had opened up in the Aleutians. The temptation had been too much. He’d juggled his schedule so he’d be the one flying her to the islands. Hoping he was wrong and that they might not be so different after all. Surely Wayne’s daughter had vestigial

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