Hide-And-Sheikh. Gail Dayton
This wasn’t the top floor. They were on the roof, in the lobby area of a heliport. Ellen had been in most of New York’s heliports, but not this one. Rudi shut off his phone and strode to the desk, Ellen at his elbow.
“Your helicopter is waiting, Mr. Ibn Saqr,” the clerk said, gesturing out the window.
There it was, a shiny white helicopter just settling to the pad as if conjured up by a genie’s magic.
“Shall we?” Rudi bowed slightly, offering his arm.
Ellen ignored it, striding to the door. “Don’t waste your gallantry on me,” she said, pushing the door open.
The roar of helicopter blades vibrated through the little lobby until Rudi pulled the door shut again. Ellen let him. Let him have his say without shouting.
“Gallantry is never wasted on a beautiful woman,” he said with a little bow.
Ellen rolled her eyes and shoved at the door again. She was sick of being beautiful, sick of people who could see nothing else. Agreeing to come on this trip was a mistake. She should have known Rudi would be just like all the other men she’d ever met. She stalked out the door and climbed into the helicopter. Just do the job. Ignore the charm. It wasn’t for her, but for the mask she wore.
Three
Wind whipped Rudi’s djellaba into a tangle as he hurried behind Ellen to the helicopter. He almost shivered in the sudden chill emanating from her. What had he said, what could he possibly have done to plunge her into this icy mood?
He had called her beautiful. What woman could object to that? She was beautiful. Stunningly so. She was also clever, responsible and determined. But beyond that, Rudi thought he had seen a vulnerability in her. A softness beneath the polished surface waiting for someone—the right man—to find it. He wanted to be that man.
The helicopter landed at the airport outside the city where he kept his private plane. Ellen balked as he led her across the tarmac to where the plane waited, engines thrumming.
“Just exactly how far is this place we’re going?” she demanded.
“Not far. Wink of an eye and we will be there.” He urged her onward, and reluctantly she came.
“Then why do we need to take a plane?”
“So we can get there in the wink of an eye. Without the plane it would be four winks and a snore, at least.” Rudi tried teasing to pull her out of that icebox.
She humphed and climbed on board. The plane’s opulent appointments irritated Rudi less than usual, because he hoped they might soothe Ellen’s mood. Technically the plane belonged to the family, for ferrying various members here and there, but practically it belonged to Rudi. He was, for the most part, the only one who used it. Everyone else preferred to use the larger, even more luxurious model. Rudi liked this one, the smallest jet the company made, because he could fly it himself if he wanted.
The lunch basket was in place on the table, he noted as he paused to pull off his robes. He draped them over one of the seats and headed forward, wearing only the dark slacks and white dress shirt that were his usual attire beneath the djellaba.
“Samuel.” Rudi clapped his hand on the pilot’s shoulder. “Is everything ready?”
“All set. You’re flying yourself?”
“I am.” Rudi took the clipboard from the other man. “Take the day off. Take the week off, if you prefer.”
Samuel laughed. “Maybe I’d better. You’re skipping out again, aren’t you?”
Rudi kept his expression bland. “I have a bodyguard with me.”
Disbelieving, the pilot bent and looked into the passenger cabin. He straightened with a low whistle. “Some bodyguard. I wouldn’t mind guarding that body any day.”
“That body is guarding me, and from what I hear, she is very, very good at it.”
“You’ll have to tell me all about it when you get back.”
Rudi gave the other man a look calculated to intimidate. It did not work as intended—nothing much intimidated Samuel—but at least he fell silent. “Did you get the flight plan filed for me?”
“Barely. You didn’t give much notice.” Samuel paused. “Santa Fe again?”
“That is what the flight plan says.” Rudi bent over the instruments, beginning his preflight checklist.
“So how come every time you file a flight plan to Santa Fe, you never get there?”
Though his heart pounded with nerves, just as it had when Ellen called her office, Rudi refused to let it show. He trusted Sam with his life, but not with his privacy. No one knew where he was going, and it would stay that way. He had somehow made it past Ellen’s phone call without catastrophe striking. He would survive this, too. “I get there. Sometimes.”
“Not often.”
“Often enough.” Rudi straightened and turned to face Samuel. “It is no business of yours, is it?”
“It is if I get fired for not doing my job. You know I’m supposed to stay with the plane, even if you’re flying. I belong in the right-hand seat.”
“We have done this for years. No one has ever caught on, and no one will now. If they do, if they fire you, I will hire you.”
“You can’t afford me.” Samuel met Rudi’s gaze for a long challenging moment before he looked away. “But it’s your business. Just don’t get me caught up in it.”
“I am doing nothing illegal, nor is it immoral. I simply need room to breathe every now and again.”
“Okay, okay. With these terrorists running around back in Qarif, you can’t blame a guy for worrying.”
Rudi winked. “That is why I am taking a bodyguard with me this time.”
Samuel winked back. “Sure it is. Right.” He drew the word out long with skepticism. He left the cockpit then, and Rudi followed.
“I will see you in a few days,” Rudi said quietly, as Samuel stepped off the plane.
“There’s a thunderstorm brewing beyond Harrisburg,” Samuel said. “Better keep an eye on it.”
“Thank you. I will.” Rudi hauled up the door and dogged it shut, then turned to see Ellen watching him.
“Isn’t he the pilot?”
“I am.” Rudi plucked an apple from the basket and bit into it. “Fully qualified with all the required certificates. I learned to fly during my military training several years ago. I flew this plane here from Qarif.”
Ellen eyed him as if she were having second thoughts about agreeing to the trip.
“Do you want me to call you a cab?” he asked. “I am going, whether you come or not. So do I go with a bodyguard or without one?”
She sighed and tugged at that wonderfully short skirt. “Go fly your plane. I’m not getting off.”
Rudi nodded briskly, careful not to allow any of his triumph to show. He was getting much too good at dissembling. Sometimes it disturbed him, how good he was at it. But not today.
He finished his flight check, radioed the tower and received takeoff clearance. Moments later he was in the air flying west. When he was out of the airport traffic pattern, he engaged the autopilot and stepped back into the small cabin.
“Who’s flying the plane?” Ellen looked startled to see him.
“Autopilot. Just long enough for me to get a sandwich and some coffee.” Rudi poured from the insulated carafe into his lidded cup. “There is a storm ahead I want to keep an eye on.”
“The one past Harrisburg.”