Strong and Sexy (Sky High Air #2)(16)

“I wasn’t doing anything you weren’t doing.”

“I was not staring at her ass.”

“Please. You’ve made a career out of staring at her ass.”

Maddie turned back. “Maybe the both of you could stop staring at my ass. Hot as it is…”

Brody grimaced and shoved Shayne. Shayne decided to let that go, because while he’d been just having fun, Brody was not. The guy was sporting a crush on Maddie, one of gigantic proportions.

And one of these days, the guy might even face it. Maybe he and Maddie would figure out a way to go at each other, and it just might be the real thing.

Then Noah would have Bailey, and Brody would have Maddie, and Shayne?

Odd man out.

A little twinge hit him at that, which was stupid. He had everything, anything he could possibly want right at his fingertips, and yet…

And yet he felt a restlessness he couldn’t deny.

Odd, since he’d never given much thought to the far-off future, or even tomorrow, and yet he felt like he was missing out on something.

But hell if he knew exactly what.

Maddie turned back. “Oh, hey, playboy?”

Brody lifted his head.

“Not you. Shayne.”

Brody looked affronted.

“Gotta live it to earn it,” Maddie told him.

“I could live it.” He sank further into the couch when both Shayne and Maddie laughed. “Well, I could.”

“Okay,” Maddie said and rolled her eyes. “Shayne, I forgot to tell you, when Michelle was looking for you, she asked me to have you stop by her place tonight.”

Which was pretty much the last thing he wanted to do.

She read his face. “I figured you wouldn’t want to, what with your whole date-a-woman-once thing.”

“I’ve dated women more than once.”

“Really? Name one.”

“Michelle. I dated her twice.”

“Because you didn’t sleep with her until the second date. Face it, Shayne, you’re allergic to relationships.”

“Hey, after Michelle, I went out with Marie, Suzie, and Kathleen, remember?”

“And your point?”

“I asked each of them out on a second date, and…” He grimaced. “And each turned me down.”

“Wow. Three whole rejections.” Maddie shook her head. “After the hundreds you’ve rejected.”

His cell phone rang. Pulling it out, he stared down at the name on the ID.

“Dani Peterson,” Brody read over Shayne’s shoulder.

Maddie. “She’s hooked.”

“Damn,” Brody said. “How do you do that so fast?”

“Guess she didn’t get the memo about the no-second-date thing,” Maddie offered.

“Maybe she has another closet she needs you to check out,” Brody added.

Maddie laughed, and Brody smiled at her, and for a moment she seemed to soften.

Shayne shook his head, and turning his back on his so-called friends, answered. “Hello?”

“Shayne?”

She was in panic mode again, he could tell. “You okay?”



Dani opened her mouth to respond to Shayne, but nothing came out. She was scared. Terrified, actually. She’d taken her bath and gone to bed, but had awoken suddenly, heart pounding.

And though she hadn’t heard a sound, hadn’t seen a thing in her darkened bedroom, she’d felt it.

A presence.

She hadn’t been alone in her apartment.

She’d grabbed the baseball bat she kept in the corner and had gone still, listening. A soft rustling had come from her bathroom. Heart kicking hard, beating at a rate that had to be near heart-attack inducing, she’d left her bedroom, pausing in the hallway but no longer hearing a thing, not even a whisper of sound.

It was as if someone had been holding his breath, waiting.

Well, that person wasn’t the only one. Dani had grabbed her cordless phone and the business card by it and had run out her front door, going straight to Alan’s, torn between pounding and a light tap because she couldn’t decide which was more important—that Alan hurry, or that she not let the stranger in her apartment know where she was.

But Alan’s place was dark, and silent, and he didn’t answer. She was hunkering in the shadows between his door and hers so she didn’t run out of range on her phone, planning on dialing the police.

Who would have actually been helpful. She hadn’t meant to call Shayne, but she’d looked at his card and read his name in embossed print.



Shayne Mahoney

President of Operations



Calling his cell while his title played in her head, along with the implications.

He’d told her that he was a pilot. So why had she turned to him? Bad fingers. Bad decision, calling the man who’d let her think he was nothing but a pilot for hire, when in fact he ran Sky High Air.

The only reason for that—he’d been slumming. With her.

And still, she’d called him. Clearly her brain had gone AWOL on her.

“Dani?”

Hunkered there in the dark shadows in the upstairs walkway of her building, she considered hanging up on the man she’d kissed in a closet.

And against her front door…