Wilde for You

Don’t over do it, he tried to tell her with his eyes.

“So you’re an airline pilot, I hear?” Nadine said.

“Yes, I am. And I love it. Fly, fly, fly. That’s my life. And as a woman, it’s a wonderful opportunity to blaze a career trail for young women. Did you know that only five percent of commercial pilots in the U.S. are women? Truly shameful. Women have been the unsung heroes of aviation. A woman named Lillian Todd was designing and building airplanes back in 1906, but no one has even heard of her. The first woman to become a commercial pilot—Helen Richey—didn’t get hired until 1934.”

“I didn’t know that,” Nadine said.

“As a matter of fact, according to Women in Aviation International, women now serve in all aviation fields.”

“How fascinating.”

“But I think that’s enough fun flight facts for now, Julie,” Tucker said gently. “We don’t want to monopolize Harvey and Nadine. And everyone in the buffet line is missing out on your salad.” He gave her a look.

“Oh, of course. My salad. I try to contribute where I can, even when I’m away so much. Tucker and I are a true team…even over the miles.”

“That’s wonderful,” Nadine said.

“I am just so happy that Tucker is happy here at Copper Corners,” Anna gushed. “And that you’re happy with him.”

“Very happy,” Harvey said.

Harvey and Nadine nodded and smiled.

“We’re all happy, Julie,” Tucker said, linking elbows and steering her away. “Thanks Harvey, Nadine.” He walked Anna away from the crowd to the side of the stage for a quick private consult.

“Where are you going?” she said. “The food’s over there.”

“Ease up a little, please. You overdid it with the ‘we’re such a happy, perfect team’ stuff. Try to do less talking and more smiling and listening. I’m already sweating buckets here.”

“Relax, Tucker. They loved me. And they’ll love you because of me. If you’re going to pull a stunt, pull it all the way.”

“This is my career we’re messing with, Anna, not an entry for Sundance. Let me do most of the talking.”

“So, I’m supposed to be the long-suffering helpmate? Sharing salad recipes and stain removal tips? That ain’t me, babe.”

“Anna, please.”

“And that’s not who you would marry, either. You’d want a woman with spunk and attitude. Someone who would stand up to you, speak her mind, give you hell.”

At that moment, he caught sight of Cricket Wilde making a beeline their way, a glass of pink lemonade in one hand, a big grin on her face. Speaking of someone who would give him hell.

Though he dreaded this encounter, his heart leaped with pleasure at seeing her and he wanted to grin back. He forced a neutral expression on his face. “Listen,” he said to Anna, low. “The woman I was telling you about? The roommate of one of my girlfriends in college? She’s heading over here.”

“The one who quizzed you about me?”

“Yes. Don’t say a lot. She’s already suspicious.” He’d had to tell Anna enough so she would go along with his guesses about her favorites, but he’d downplayed their history.

“Trust me, Tuck.” Anna turned casually to look at Cricket, who was barreling toward them. “Oooooh, she’s darling. You left that part out.” She gave him a look. “Very interesting.”

“Don’t even think it,” he said.

“This must be Julie,” Cricket said when she was close enough, giving Anna’s hand a vigorous shake. “So nice to finally meet you.”

Tucker watched her take Anna’s measure with those laser greens of hers. He could only pray Cricket would keep her promise to stay mum about the winter kiss. That was the last thing Anna needed to know, with her mind already chewing over attraction possibilities.

Cricket leaned close and scrutinized Anna. “Hazel,” she declared and straightened. “You were right, Tuck.”

“Tucker told me about your quiz,” Anna said. “He did pretty well, except my pet peeve is when really tall people plop in front of you after the movie has started.”

“Oh, yeah. I hate that,” Cricket said. “And when people crunch their popcorn like fiends during the quiet sequences.”

“Yes, yes!” Anna said. “Like pigs at a trough. Why does being in the dark make them lose their manners?” They smiled at each other, newfound allies. No surprise, now that he thought about it. They were a lot alike.

“So, you knew each other in college, huh?” Anna asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Cricket said, glancing up at him. “Through my roommate and campus activities. Just passing acquaintances. So, why are you two hiding out over here? Checking for fire code violations? You never know when those crazy Thespians might plug in one too many cords, right?” At least she’d changed the subject from their past, if only to harass him.

“What’s this?” Anna said.

“Didn’t Tucker tell you how he ruined my rain forest?”

“You ruined her rain forest?” Anna turned on him.

“That wasn’t what happened.”

“That’s exactly what happened. I had the most fabulous jungle vines hanging from the ceiling, with great trees, and he makes me yank everything down.”

“No!” Anna said.

“Yes. A fire code violation supposedly.”

“It was a safety issue. And I offered to help her fix it.”

“Couldn’t let him,” Cricket said, leaning in to stage-whisper a secret. “I didn’t want him to notice the campfire at the back. Not to mention the roast-pig pit.”

Anna laughed an entirely too delighted laugh.

“Trust me, Cricket,” Tucker said evenly. “If there was a fire, you would—”

“I would thank you, right.”

“And this hurts him more than it hurts you,” Anna added.

“Exactly,” Cricket said, high-fiving Anna. “He wasn’t like this in college. Did this happen when he became an administrator?”

Anna surveyed him. “I think he just wants to do the right thing. You know, be careful and conscientious. He means well.” She leaned closer to Cricket. “He has an inner rebel. If only someone would set it free…” She winked.

Lord. Was it too soon to leave?