hated the idea of having to waste her time hanging around some guy she didn’t know all day instead of working.
“Show him around the airport and the town, or let him check out some of the planes you are working on right now,” Scarlett suggested with a spark of hope.
Abby sighed, knowing she had been defeated and that there was no stopping this plan now.
“Well, okay. I promise I will show him around later. But right now, I have got to get back to work.” She gave her sister an admonishing look. “You don’t need to come on too strong right away, anyway.”
With those final words, she headed back to tackle the safety checks on two planes with flights scheduled for later in the day. The work would prove to be a much-needed distraction for her.
* * * *
After Abby left, Scarlett sprang into action. The chilly temperature nearly took her breath away when she stepped out into the cold, but she squared her shoulders and pressed on. She strode confidently over to where her father, the pilot, and the buyer were still talking on the runway. Hurry up and get indoors to shoot the breeze, she thought as she involuntarily shivered. No one’s going to think goose bumps are sexy.
Scarlett had decided to greet them sans coat to get a bigger and more appreciative reaction to her crimson dress and sky-high heels. She had not factored, in her quest for the sexiest office attire possible, that the runway in the middle of the frigid Montana winter would be the setting for her first meeting with her future husband.
When she came close enough to better make out the appearances of the men, she was elated. No frumpy old-man husband for her, thank goodness. Both of the men were in their mid-to-late thirties, dressed in jackets, flannel shirts, and jeans. They both exuded a rugged handsomeness balanced with a certain polish you didn’t get from most Montana natives. Scarlett took note of the darker haired man, who she was sure was the pilot, as he was carrying the telltale navigation binder every pilot carried, as he stood beside the buyer, whose carefree smile gave him an almost boyish air.
She sidled up beside her father and, before he could get another word out of his mouth, fixed her attention solely on the smiling man.
Extending her perfectly manicured hand in greeting, she introduced herself. “Hi there, I am Scarlett, Jim’s daughter. I’m the office manager and schedule coordinator here.” She flashed him what she hoped was her most seductive smile. “I would love to give you a rundown of how things operate around here and show you some of the town so that you can get a feel for the area.”
“Now, Scarlett. Give the boy some breathing room,” Jim said with a chuckle.
“That’s okay, Jim. I would love to see the area,” the man replied, giving Scarlett his full attention.
She could tell, from years of experience, that he was attracted to her. In this small town, she had received a lot of male attention over the years, and she knew the telltale signs.
“My name is Will,” he replied. “And this is my friend, Jake, by the way.” The guy with the binder was looking at her awkwardly.
Scarlett nodded politely to Jake and her father and hooked her arm in Will’s, under the guise of guiding him back into the office.
This is almost too easy , she thought as they made their way back inside to the warm office.
* * * *
Jim turned back to the man he had been addressing before his eldest daughter had burst onto the scene, carting off Jake Penner’s friend and personal pilot with her peculiar behavior.
“That sure was passing strange, but after raising two daughters, I never put anything past them,” Jim joked.
“It’s all right. I never put anything past a woman, either.” In his past experiences with women, he could tell when a woman was attempting to woo a man. He had a feeling that, based on her attire and the googly eyes she was making at Will, Scarlett Seymour was probably up to