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someone clear his throat. Even then, she didn’t make an effort to break away.
    “Oliver,” a man’s voice said.
    “Yeah, Oliver. We playin’ cards or not?”
    Oliver lifted his mouth from hers and slowlyopened his eyes, as if she were the one providing the answers.
    “He’s playing cards,” Emma answered for him. She barely recognized her own voice. It didn’t matter. Oliver got the message.

Chapter Six
    “E mma! Open up.” The words were accompanied by a loud knock on the motel room door.
    The harsh sound of Oliver’s voice woke her abruptly, and she bolted upright. Taking a moment to orient herself she realized Oliver had awakened her in the middle of a dream about him. She blamed Oscar for this. The terrier slept at the foot of her bed, a constant reminder of his master. Her face instantly went red as she tossed aside her covers and hurried to the door.
    “What do you want?” she demanded without unlatching the chain. She’d slept in her shirt and her legs were bare.
    “The weather’s clear. We’re leaving in fifteen minutes.”
    “Fifteen minutes? I don’t know if I can—”
    “Hurry up. I’ll be waiting at the plane.”
    “Okay, okay. I’ll be as fast as I can.” Already she was fumbling about, looking for what she needed.
    As soon as she heard him leave, she tore around the room, dressing as quickly as she could. Twenty-five minutes later she was strapped in the plane’s passenger seat with headphones on. They sat at the end of the runway, awaiting clearance. Oscar was asleep in his dog bed in the cargo hold, oblivious to the tension up front.
    Oliver ignored her and spoke to the tower, again rattling off a list of letters and numbers.
    That was when it hit her. In her rush Emma had forgotten to take her pill. The muscle relaxant was wrapped in a small plastic bag at the bottom of her purse.
    Her first instinct was to interrupt Oliver and insist he taxi the plane back to the hangar. She needed to swallow the pill and then wait thirty to sixty minutes for it to take effect. One glance at the intense expression on his face and she could see that wasn’t the best plan. Just then, he pulled back on the throttle and the plane roared down the runway, gaining speed. Leaning against the seat, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. A few minutes later, the wheels left the runway and they were airborne. Okay, she’d survived.
    Emma held her breath. Keeping her eyes closed, she tried to think happy thoughts. Unfortunately, her mind had other interests, drifting back to the scene in the doorway last night. In an effort to dispel the memory of their kiss, she opened her eyes. That, she immediately decided, wasn’t a good idea. All shecould see in the darkness was a blur of lights far below. Far, far below. Dwelling on exactly how far was not conducive to her peace of mind.
    About twenty minutes into the flight, the Cessna hit an air pocket and bounced. She gasped and bit down on her lip. She’d grabbed a cup of coffee in the motel office; it was boiling hot, but after adding cold water, she’d managed to drink it. Now, with the slight turbulence, her stomach revolted. Feeling light-headed, she closed her eyes once more and pressed her cheek against the passenger window. It felt nice and cool against her skin.
    As if he sensed her discomfort, Oliver glanced in her direction and asked how she was doing.
    “I…is there any way it would be possible to land?”
    “Land?” he repeated into his mouthpiece. “We can’t land here.”
    Emma refused to look at him. “I think I might be sick.”
    Oliver chuckled. “Quit telling yourself that. You’re going to be fine.”
    “Quit telling me how I feel. I’ve got nausea.”
    “Take deep breaths.”
    “I’m trying.” He made it sound as though she had a choice in the matter.
    Oliver took one hand off the controls and stretched his arm behind her seat. He appeared to be searching for something. Sure enough, a couple of seconds later, he