Had she taken it personally? Been pissed? His bet was on the latter.
She’d clearly had no reservations about what was going on between them while he’d been licking her into oblivion. But once he’d turned her down? The look he’d briefly seen in her eyes had been…
He thought back and groaned.
Hurt. Confusion.
Her entire visage had hardened just before she’d lashed out and ripped him a new one.
Had he deserved it?
Without a doubt.
But that didn’t mean that walking out on him was fair. She should have stayed to fight another day.
Another day…
That got Trask thinking aboutyesterdayas he walked back downstairs, and how worn-down Jett had been before she’d gotten her second wind in his bed.
Shit, he’d probably overtaxed her even more by being so demanding. Which begged the question, how the hell had shemanaged the wherewithal to leave the house? How had she had the energy to fly home in the middle of the night—if that’s what she’d done—when she’d been so fucking exhausted?
Trask growled. He’d driven Jett to this, and he needed answers.
He went over and looked out into the mudroom.
Of course, both dogs were gone.
Maybe Jett had found a motel that would take both of them, and had holed up there, but he wasn’t about to call her and find out.
He needed more information.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, Trask scrolled until he found the website he wanted, then dialed the number listed.
“Hancock County Bar Harbor Airport,” a cheery, female voice answered. “How can I help you?”
“Uh, there’s an area at your airport where small aircraft tie-down. I wonder if the hanger out there has a phone, and if you could connect me?”
“Oh course, sir. Hold on, please,” the woman replied.
Trask paced as the phone rang once, twice, three times, then let out a breath as a hurried, “H’llo” was barked into the phone.
“Good morning,” Trask began, affecting his best “colonel” voice. “I’m looking for a woman.”
What were her tail numbers again? Trask closed his eyes and conjured them. “She was flying a Cessna, registered as 97-Lima-Peru.”
“Gone,” the man clipped. “Wasn’t here when I got in this morning at five. Anything else?”
“No. But I?—”
Click.
Wow.So much for niceties.
Now, at least, Trask knew that Jett was gone, and he had so many recriminations. Acting like he did. Scaring her away in thenight. Causing her to fly when she had no business being behind the yoke with how tired she’d been.
All kinds of guilt reared its ugly head, but… At least she’d made it back to Portsmouth. If she hadn’t, a plane crash would have been all over his breaking news feed this morning.
He ran a hand over his close-cropped hair.
