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What can we do for you?
 You won t have a long career as a pilot if you
make a habit of that little trick, Ryan replied,
staring at Syd. Those eyes looked very familiar.
They were an unusual golden color and fringed in
long dark lashes. Something about the cut of the
peach colored lips jarred Ryan s senses for some
reason, but he brushed the feeling aside and shook
hands with Evan.  My name is Ryan Roglund and
I m looking for Sydney Carstairs.
His eyes narrowed when Syd gasped and turned
pale. Then it dawned on him. Syd& that must be
short for Sydney! No wonder those eyes looked so
familiar. They were the topaz s that had stared
back at him from the photograph! He stepped
forward and grabbed the hat off the lad s head and
the auburn curls tumbled.
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 Here now, mate, what are you doing? growled
Evan, stepping between Sydney and Ryan.
 Sydney I presume, replied Ryan in a mocking
tone.  Why are you dressed like a boy?
 And just how is it that you know Sydney, but
we don t know you mate? responded Evan evenly,
not moving.
 I can answer that one, Evan, retorted Sydney
vehemently, stepping from behind her protector.
 Apparently Mr. Roglund is here at my father s
request, to  straighten me out she gibed delicately,
arching her brow scornfully, a faint trace of
moisture on the upper lip of the peachy mouth. Her
lower lip trembled as anger shot through her veins.
At least she was sure it was anger. Looking into the
strong carved face of the man she had been told
about, she felt small butterflies in her tummy.
 You obviously need it, replied Ryan derisively,
not liking her attitude already.  Anyone that would
deliberately fly low on fuel is just asking for
trouble.
 I do what I think is necessary, not that its any
of your business, she responded acidly.
 It IS my business now, Ryan returned harshly,
his voice brooking no compromise.  And there will
be NO more of those kinds of foolish risks! His
steel gray gaze pinned her.
 You can t just walk in here and start telling me
what to do! Sydney s slim hands flew as she
gestured her emotions, a habit she had long ago
forgotten she even had.
 I CAN and I AM! Ryan stepped around Evan to
look down into the defiant face of the sprite who
was challenging him.
 You bloody well won t!
 Stop swearing, it s unladylike!
 Who ever said I was a lady?
 Hold it! interrupted Evan, confused.  Let s go
into the office and calm down and then you two can
explain.
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 HE can explain, snapped Sydney, spinning
heatedly on her heel.  I m going home!
 Sydney! cried Evan, abashed at the poor
manners she was showing their guest, even if he
did appear unwanted.
 Let her go& for now, instructed Ryan, his palm
itching to make contact with the perky backside that
was walking away from him. Those bib overalls
might be loose, but the full mounds of flesh beneath
the denim fabric moved and swayed in only the way
a female s could.
Evan shook his head as he watched her go. She
was not normally someone who would back away
from a challenge; this Ryan Roglund must have her
pretty worried. He turned to meet Ryan s heated
gaze as the young man watched Sydney stalk to her
jeep, jump over the door to get in and start the
vehicle. Red dust boiled out behind it as she spun
out.
If it had been black top, she would have
squealed for 15 yards Ryan thought. That girl
needs a firm hand applied where it will do the most
good!
 What s going on here, Roglund, asked Evan,
leading the way into the small office and heading for
the coffeepot.
Ryan countered with a question of his own.  Did
you know that Sydney was instructed by her father
to sell Camaroo when he died and move into the
city? His gray eyes studied the older man, looking
for signs of duplicity.
 Actually, I did, replied Evan evenly, returning
the intent look.  But Sydney decided to stay on. I
tried to talk her out of it, but I couldn t get
anywhere with her. That girl is more stubborn than
a mule. He quickly made the coffee setups and
turned the pot on.  I stayed with her rather than
leave her on her own. And I have to confess I love
Camaroo myself. He rubbed the back of his neck
wearily.  My whole life is tied up in it and I d like to
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