“I can tell you’re going to be trouble,” she murmured, tightening her grip to still his questing fingers.

“Dinner. Conversation. I promise to behave.”

Holding him captive, she reached for his business card with her other hand. Her blood was thrumming through her veins, roused by the excitement of such an immediate, unruly attraction. “Mitchell Aeronautics,” she read. “But you’re flying commercial?”

“I had other plans.” His tone was wry. “But my pilot dropped out unexpectedly.”

His pilot. Her mouth curved. “Don’t you hate when that happens?”

“Usually… Then you came along.” He pulled his BlackBerry out of his pocket. “Use my phone so whoever you call will have that number, too.”

Lindsay reluctantly released him and accepted the phone, even though she had her own. Setting her soda on the worn carpet, she stood. Adrian rose with her. He was affluent, elegant, mannered, solicitous, and drop-dead gorgeous. Yet as polished as he was, there remained a dangerous edge to him that titillated a woman’s basest instincts. Maybe the crowded terminal was provoking her sharp senses. Or maybe they just had a combustible sexual compatibility. Regardless, she wasn’t complaining.

Leaving her pretzel bag on the chair, she moved a few feet away and dialed the number to her father’s auto shop. While she was occupied, Adrian walked to the gate counter.

“Linds. You’re there already?”

She was startled by the abrupt greeting. “How did you know it was me?”

“Caller ID. It shows a 714 area code.”

“I’m on my layover in Phoenix, using someone else’s cell phone.”

“What’s the matter with yours? And why are you still in Phoenix?” A single parent for twenty years, Eddie Gibson had always been overprotective, which wasn’t surprising considering the horrific manner of Regina Gibson’s death.