Redwood Bend (Virgin River #18)(30)

Katie laughed at her; half the female population in this age group probably felt the same way. “Can we go out there now? Find out what he has in mind?”

Leslie ran her hands over her h*ps to dry her palms. “By all means. Try to look calm.”

“I think you’re the one who should take a few deep breaths.”

Dylan was waiting, his foot still on the porch step.

“So,” Katie said. She lifted one brow.

“I want to show you something very cool.”

“Want me to follow you?”

“I want to take the bike. You like the bike and it’s a lot easier. But you have to change into jeans. You know—bike rules.” He looked her over with a smile. She was wearing a pretty, lightweight summer dress. “That’s sexy as hell, but it could end up over your head on the freeway and you could cause accidents. We need jeans. Want to go change? And I’ll follow you?”

“Okay,” she said with a laugh. Then she turned to Leslie and asked, “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Of course. Conner will be thrilled.”

I’m not so sure about that, Katie thought.

When they arrived at the cabin, Katie parked and gave him a wave as she went inside. To her surprise, he was tailing her and the second she was in the door, he grabbed her hand, whirled her around and planted a deep, wet kiss on her. His voice was hoarse when he broke from the kiss and spoke. “I wish I’d thought this through better,” he said. “A dress. I never thought you’d be in a dress. I bet I could get under that dress without as much fight out of you.”

She laughed at him. She couldn’t help it—she was so happy to see him, she stroked his face. “Do you get a big kick out of being a bad boy?”

“I was planning to be very good,” he said, diving for her throat. Then he groaned and said, “Go on. Change. I have a reservation.”

“A reservation? Are we going out for dinner?”

“Just change.”

“Because I want to dress right…”

He looked down at himself. Boots, jeans torn in strategic places, long-sleeved, faded shirt. “You’re bound to look better than this no matter what you do. And grab a jacket.”

“You sure you don’t want to take the car?” she asked.

“Oh, hell no,” he said with a laugh. “The bike turns you on.” He touched her nose. “I know it does.”

“I think that bike is just one big, expensive sex toy, vibrating all our secret parts and making us vulnerable. We should probably drive.”

“Jeans,” he said. “Jacket.”

She sighed. “If you insist.” When she got to her bedroom, she smiled, very glad he insisted on the bike. And although she was a little afraid he might notice that she went to some trouble, she dabbed on a little makeup—some gloss, some blush, some mascara. And while it was completely futile, she ran a brush through her hair. Then remembering the havoc a bike can wreak on hair, she filled a purse with brush, comb, gloss and hair clips.

“Ready,” she said.

“Let’s do it,” he said, holding the door.

Katie hopped on behind him and they took off down the mountain toward the freeway north to Arcata. Every time they passed a road that led to the beach or up into the mountains, she wondered if that was where he was taking her. Yet it all made sense when he finally pulled into a small, isolated, private airport. Her eyes grew large.

“We’re here,” he said while she just sat there. “Come on, Katie.”

“Is your plane here?” she asked.

He shook his head. “I rented a little Cherokee. Two seater. I’m going to take you up. Ever been in a small plane?”

She shook her head. “Never,” she said in a whisper.

“You said you’d love to learn to fly. I thought you should start with a ride.”

“Oh. Dylan.” She sighed. Tears sparked in her eyes. “You were listening,” she said softly. Oh, God, her heart was going to be broken. “I can’t believe it.”

He was frowning. “Can’t believe what?”

“Tell the truth, Dylan. Are you just trying to get laid? Or did you really do this for me?”

He ran a finger along her jaw. “I thought it was pretty clear, I’m into you. But I did this because I want to show off and I thought it would be fun for you. Wanna go up?”

“I so wanna go up. Can I take my purse?”

He laughed at her. “Yeah, of course. And your jacket. Come on, I have a little paperwork to finish.”

While Dylan shot the breeze with the guy behind the counter and signed off on some paperwork, she sat taking it all in. “She’s all ready for you,” the man said. “Little bumpy out there over the ocean, Dylan.”

He grinned. “That’s the fun part.” Then he turned, and said, “Come on, Katie.”

The Cherokee was lemon-yellow and just adorable. He put her inside while he looked over the airplane on the outside, giving it a preflight inspection. Then he jumped in, checked some of the instruments, cranked it up and taxied out. She let go an excited squeal as they lifted off the ground and he laughed.

Katie certainly wasn’t the first girl he’d taken up for a ride in a small plane, but this ride felt like the first time. Her eyes shone and her grin was infectious. When he turned up the coastline, she was all but hanging out the window, looking at the shoreline, the fishing boats, the rocky coast. He took her inland over the trees and told her to look for marijuana patches or deer.