did.
“Sometimes it’s highly annoying that you know me so well.”
As Elissa and India laughed, Skyler felt like kicking herself all the way to El Paso and back for giving them just enough rope to hang her with.
* * *
SKYLER WAS ON the verge of asking Elissa again where the devil they were going when she spotted a sign on the side of the road just as Elissa started to slow down. Hill Country Adventure Sports.
“Please tell me this isn’t our final destination, that you’re delivering plants or something.”
Elissa glanced at her from the driver’s seat of the SUV. “Nope, this is the place.”
Skyler turned halfway to look at India and Verona in the back. “Tell me she’s kidding.”
India shook her head. “It’ll be fun.”
Skyler looked from one friend to the other, wondering if they’d been body snatched. Because the Elissa and India she knew wouldn’t go this far. “Are you smoking crack? There is no way I’m jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.”
“Yes, you are,” Elissa said as if Skyler was being silly. “You only live once.”
“Yeah, and I’d like to live beyond today, thank you very much.”
“They’re not going to push you out without a parachute, dear,” Verona said.
“It’s tandem diving,” India added. “You jump with an experienced diver who is trained.”
Elissa took her hand off the steering wheel long enough to wave away Skyler’s concern. “They’ve done this a million times.”
“All it takes is one time when it doesn’t go as planned.”
Elissa shook her head as she parked next to a long building that contained an office and several hangar bays for small planes. “I knew you were a compulsive planner, but I didn’t know you were a chicken.”
“I’m not. I’m sane.”
Ignoring her protests, everyone else got out of the car and headed toward the office. She wondered what they’d do if she flatly refused to budge. It was her birthday, damn it. She ought to be able to choose what she wanted to do and not do. And skydiving was way up on the “not do” list.
But the longer she sat in the SUV, the more fidgety she grew. Hurtling through thin air was definitely not on her bucket list, but she didn’t like that the mere thought of jumping could get the better of her either. She wanted to believe she could do anything even if she chose not to, but she’d given her friends permission to take this decision out of her hands. Big mistake, but one she was going to have to swallow.
She cursed under her breath as she opened the door, shut it none too gently and closed the distance between her and her so-called friends.
“I’m so sorry,” said Jesse Bradshaw as she got close enough to hear him speaking to Elissa, India and Verona. “I must have caught a stomach bug. I can’t dive today.”
Oh, hallelujah, birthday wishes were granted!
“That’s too bad,” India said.
“Man, we’ll never get her out here again,” Elissa said before she noticed Skyler.
Something was off about her friends’ responses to the news that Jesse was sick, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.
“She can still go up. My cousin will just be the diver, not me.”
Skyler fought the urge to run all the way back to Blue Falls. “I didn’t know you had a cousin, Jesse.” She scanned the area but saw no one else but the pilot, next to a small red-and-white plane on the tarmac, and the jet-fuel delivery guy.
“Yeah, he’s in town visiting. I just called him a few minutes ago. He’s on his way. He wasn’t expecting to have to dive today.”
“Oh, I don’t want to put anyone to any trouble,” Skyler said.
“It’s no trouble.”
The sound of a pickup heading toward them on the gravel entrance road drew everyone’s attention.
“That’s him now,” Jesse said.
A red pickup truck that looked like it had seen better days, better decades, rolled to a stop next to Elissa’s SUV, leaving a cloud of gravel dust in its wake.
When the driver stepped out of the truck and strode toward them, Skyler thought there had to be some mistake. This guy looked about as much like a skydiver as Verona did. With worn jeans, scuffed boots and a dark brown cowboy hat, he would look more at home on a cattle drive. When he nodded at her friends and said, “Hello again,” Skyler definitely knew something was up.
“This is all a big joke, isn’t it? I’m being punked.”
“Well, that’s not usually the reaction I get from the ladies,” the guy said as he stopped a couple of feet away, his lips stretching into a mischievous smile.
Skyler gave him a raised-eyebrow look before shifting her attention to the other three women. “Seriously, what is going on?”
Before they could answer, the guy laughed. “Don’t worry, I don’t dive in the boots.”
She glanced at him. “Just the hat?”
“Nah. I’d lose it as soon as we jumped.”
“Lucky for you, there won’t be any jumping today.”
“But we’ve already paid for it,” India said.
“Then I suggest you get your money back.” When Skyler glanced at Jesse, he had an apologetic look on his face.
“I’m sorry, but there’s a no-refund policy on the deposit unless canceled by inclement weather,” he said.
Skyler sighed heavily as she looked up into the bright blue sky devoid of clouds. You couldn’t ask for a more beautiful day, unless, of course, you were hoping to avoid plummeting to your death.
“Come on, Jesse,” the still-nameless cousin said. “You can allow the refund.”
Surprised by his siding with her, Skyler met his eyes. “Thank you.”
“Ah, come on,” Elissa said. “Everyone I know who has done this has loved it. Heck, Jesse jumped with McKenna Parks’s eighty-seven-year-old grandpa last week, and the old guy is ready to go again. Right, Jesse?”
Jesse, to his credit, looked uncomfortable being put in the middle of their disagreement. But he nodded. “He wanted to go back up as soon as we hit the ground.”
She knew Elissa was daring her, effectively taking away any nonchicken way of backing out of the dive. Skyler shifted her eyes to Jesse’s cousin. “Just how many dives have you done?”
He smiled. “Enough.”
For a moment she let herself appreciate how that smile only added to how good-looking he was. Good-looking, ha! The man was three-alarm fire, drop-dead gorgeous.
She snatched her gaze away from his. She did not need to be thinking about dropping dead, or about how Mr. No Name looked good enough to lick up one side and down the other. Her face flamed, and for once she was glad to have fair skin and red hair. It made blaming the flush on the sun totally believable.
The guy leaned close and used a faux whisper to say, “Don’t worry, beautiful. I promise you’re safe with me.”
She wondered how many times he’d used that line. Because the cowboy was a flirt and most likely a class A player.
The longer she stood there with everyone looking at her, the more she had to fight fidgeting. She closed her eyes for a moment and pulled together all the fragments of her courage. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
It