She crossed her legs. “I guess I can wait.”
“I thought you’d say that.”
By the time he approached the Colville runway, Oliver’s sympathies were with Emma. She was clearly uncomfortable, if the number of times she’d crossed and uncrossed her legs was any indication. He didn’t have the heart to tell her there wasn’t a terminal in Colville. The runway was next to a cow pasture, and while there was an office, that didn’t necessarily mean anyone would be there to let her in. It’d been a while since his last visit and he didn’t recall if there was a restroom of any kind in the hangar. For her sake, he hoped there was.
Emma bit her lower lip when the wheels touched down. Oliver taxied and parked the plane and leaped out. Just as he’d suspected, no one emerged from the office.
“There’s a toilet in there,” he said, helping her down. “But I’m not sure it’s open….”
She had a desperate look.
Emma hurried toward the office, but no one answered her frantic knock. When she glanced over her shoulder, he shrugged, pointing at the hangar.
With that, she bolted for the large metal shed. She must have found what she needed because she didn’t immediately reappear. While he waited, Oliver got on his cell and phoned the Spokane restaurant with his ETA. Someone would meet him at the airfield to pick up the salmon delivery.
When she returned from the hangar she was frowning. “The conditions in there were deplorable. Downright primitive.”
“Hey,” he said, holding up both hands in a gesture of surrender. “It wasn’t me who gulped down that eggnog latte.”
She threw him an irate look. “The least you could’ve done was warn me how long the flight was going to take.”
“You’re a reporter. You could’ve done the research.” He was about to say something else when he saw the small black dog.
Emma had noticed the mutt, too, a curly-haired mixed breed, probably part poodle. From the matted hair and the lost expression in her brown eyes, Oliver could tell the dog was a stray.
“Where did you come from?” Emma asked, gently petting her. The dog stared longingly up at her and started to shake. “She’s cold,” Emma said.
Oliver felt bad, but there was little he could do. As it was, Oscar had seen her, jumped down, barking loudly, and then promptly did what dogs always do when they meet another of their kind. He sniffed her butt.
“I had no idea this town was so small,” Emma commented. She looked over the cow pasture and wrapped her coat more securely around her. “Do you have anything to eat?”
“You’re hungry?”
“No, but the dog is. I don’t usually carry food with me.” She checked the inside of her purse; the best she had to offer was a half-used package of antacid mints. Unfortunately, Oliver wasn’t much help, either.
A lone car drove past the road next to the airfield. “Do you have my cell phone number?” he asked, following the vehicle with his eyes.
“You gave it to me in Yakima.”
“Right.” He remembered that now. “Call me when you’re finished, all right?” As soon as she was picked up, he’d fly into Spokane.
“When will you be back?” she asked.
So she was going to miss him, he thought, warmed by the question. She wouldn’t admit it, of course, but she was attracted to him. He decided it was better not to react.
“You’re sure you have a ride,” he confirmed.
“Sophie McKay said she’d come and get me.”
She pulled out her cell and punched in a number from her little daybook. After a short conversation, she nodded in his direction, letting him know her ride was on the way.
Oliver hesitated. He didn’t feel entirely comfortable about leaving her here alone, in what was virtually a deserted field.
“You can go,” she said, her shoulders hunched against the wind. “Ms. McKay will be here any minute.”
“How long will the interview be?”
“I’m not sure. I imagine an hour, two at the most.”
Oliver estimated that he wouldn’t be away more than a couple of hours himself, but it wasn’t a problem if Emma required more time. The Indian casino was a few miles down the road, and if she was occupied, the gaming tables offered him ample entertainment. Emma might not want to ride his folding bicycle, but he didn’t mind using it. He welcomed the excuse to try his hand at blackjack. The slot machines were pretty much a bust, but he did fairly well with a deck of cards.
“Take all the time you need.”
She smiled and frankly he wished she hadn’t. When she acted this pleasant, it was hard to remember what a pain she really was.
Emma wrapped the plaid wool scarf around her face to ward off the chill wind, then buried her hands in her pockets. At the moment, she looked about as pitiful as the stray dog huddled next to her feet.
“Just call my cell and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“I will,” she assured him, her words muffled. “You’d better go or you’ll be late.”
“I know.”
He hesitated a moment longer, then returned to the plane and opened the cargo hatch. To his surprise, Emma followed him.
“You’re upset because you found out I didn’t want to fly with you again,” she said. Her hands remained in her pockets.
He shrugged as if it didn’t matter either way.
“If not that, then is it because …” She stopped, her expression mildly embarrassed.
“What?” he demanded.
“Never mind.”
“No,” he said. “I want to know.”
She looked at him hard. “Is it because I … I didn’t react the way you wanted when you kissed me?”
He didn’t want to answer that and climbed aboard the plane.
“I didn’t see any fireworks when we kissed. Did you?” she asked, sticking her head in the cargo hold.
He snorted.
“Then it isn’t any big deal, right?”
“Right.”