When he had finished, they both lay there, panting and happy. Even though her orgasm faded, the heat in Bailey’s body kept burning. She snuggled up next to Trevor and buried her head in his chest. She trembled slightly from the aftershocks of their lovemaking. Neither one of them said anything—words just weren’t necessary. Trevor wrapped his arms around Bailey, and they fell asleep together. The last thing Bailey thought before drifting off was that this had been the perfect ending to the perfect day.
The next morning, when Bailey woke up, she was tucked securely under the covers on the bed, but she was alone. She blinked against the bright sunlight sneaking in through a crack in the room-darkening curtains, and sat up. For a moment, she felt her heart sinking. Where had Trevor gone? Then she saw a note left on the pillow on his side of the bed. She unfolded the sheet of paper, and recognized Trevor’s handwriting. He had used the same messy chicken scratch on this note that he had used on the note he’d left with the pie at the hospital.
Hey, Sexy. I hope you slept well. I had a few things to take care of, and I didn’t want to wake you. As soon as I’m done running errands, I’ll stop back by. Maybe I’ll even get back before you see this note! Xoxo, Trevor.
Bailey couldn’t keep a foolish grin from spreading across her face as she read the note. He had called her sexy! Bailey had no regrets about sleeping with Trevor. She liked him, she’d wanted him, and she’d decided to just go for it. She went to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for the day, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. If things kept going the way they were going, then maybe she’d never go back to D.C.
Chapter Nine
Trevor killed the engine on his SUV, and put his hands on the steering wheel. He took a few deep breaths before opening the door and climbing out of his vehicle. He’d just told the Fire Chief at the Red Valley Fire Department that he was resigning from his job as a volunteer firefighter. The fire chief hadn't seemed surprised. In fact, he’d almost seemed relieved. It was no secret that Trevor's somewhat hotheaded personality had grated on the Chief’s nerves. Trevor felt a little guilty for quitting, but, mostly, he just felt relieved. The job had never been a good fit for him. Despite his relief, though, Trevor worried about the next few months. He'd have to find something to fill his time.
He hoped one of the ways he’d be filling his time would be with getting to know Bailey better. He could hardly believe how well yesterday had turned out. When he’d planned out the day, he'd hoped to kick start some sort of romantic feelings between him and Bailey. But he’d never dreamed that things would go quite as far as they did.
Now that they had, though, Trevor had a whole new set of worries. Bailey had no idea that he was hiding a bear within him, and he hadn't given much thought to how he would handle that. In fact, he’d often watched with amusement when his fellow clan members struggled with how to tell the women they were dating that they were shifters. Trevor had always thought that, when he finally found a lifemate, he’d be smart enough to let her know that he was a bear before things had gone too far. So much for that plan.
As Trevor walked into the Red Valley Inn, and headed for Bailey's room, he pushed away thoughts of confessing his shifter status. He had a fun day planned for them, and he didn't want to ruin things by freaking her out. He understood now why his clan members always waited until women got to know them better before revealing that they were shifters. Trevor felt like Bailey needed just a few more days to get to know him better, and then she’d be more accepting of who he was.
He felt a little guilty for deceiving her, but he told himself to relax and see how the day went today. If things seemed to be headed in the right direction, then he would tell her tonight. Trevor furrowed his brow as he knocked on Bailey's hotel room door. He had some pretty good brownie points built up with her, right? He’d saved her life, after all. And yesterday had been a resounding success. If today was successful as well, then he would just bite the bullet and tell her. She’d probably be upset at first, but once she’d had a little time to process everything, she would see that he wasn't really all that different from full humans.
Trevor put his musings on hold when the door swung wide open. Bailey stood in front of him, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hey,” Bailey said. “How do I look? This is one of the outfits I got yesterday.”
Trevor took a moment to look Bailey up and down. She wore a dark pair of blue jeans that hugged her curves just right. Her long-sleeved V-neck sweater was simple, but also did a good job of showing off her figure. And the sweater’s hunter green color did a beautiful job of bringing out the flecks of green in her eyes. She had pulled her hair back into a tight, sleek bun, and her face had just a hint of makeup on it. The lip gloss she had on gave her lips just a hint of sheen, enticing him to lean over and kiss her.
“That outfit looks so good on you that it makes me want to take it off of you,” Trevor said.
Bailey blushed at his praise, and tilted her head sideways in the adorable way that Trevor had realized by now was her trademark.
“Have you had breakfast?” Trevor asked.
“No,” Bailey said. “I just finished getting ready, and was about to go see if the hotel dining room had anything edible.”
“Let's ditch this hotel and get something on the road,” Trevor said. “I have another big day planned for us.”
Bailey raised an eyebrow at him. “Really? It'd be pretty hard to outdo yesterday.”
Trevor chuckled. “Trust me, today is going to outdo yesterday. I'm just not entirely sure yet whether it's going to outdo it in a way that you like.”
“Now you've got me curious,” Bailey said.
“Well, come on then. Let's stop wasting time here, and get going,” Trevor said.
Trevor led Bailey out to the parking lot, then headed out of town in a different direction from the one they had taken the day before. He ran through a drive-through on the way out, and for about ten minutes Bailey didn't say much as she happily sipped her coffee and munched on hash browns. When she'd finished eating, she looked over at him and crossed her arms.
“So, Mr. Mysterious,” she said. “Do I get any hints today? Or is this also some big secret like yesterday?”
Trevor made a zipping motion across his mouth with his fingers. “No hints. My lips are sealed.”
Bailey rolled her eyes, but didn't press for further details. She leaned back in her seat, seemingly content to watch the scenery pass by. After about forty-five minutes of driving, Trevor pulled into the parking lot of a small airport. Bailey looked around, confused, until she saw the small, colorful sign in front of the airplane hangar.
“Nor-Cal Skydiving? Are we here to do what I think we are?” Bailey asked, her voice tinged with a note of horror.
“Yep,” Trevor said. “I hope you wore your big girl panties today.”
“Um, I'm going to shit in my big girl panties if I have to jump out of a plane,” Bailey said. “There's no way I'm going.”
Trevor just laughed and opened his door. “Come on,” he said. “At least come inside and take a look at the parachutes and planes.”
Trevor started walking toward the hangar. He half-expected Bailey to refuse to follow him, but when he turned around right before entering the hangar, he saw Bailey rolling her eyes and getting out of the SUV with a dramatic sigh.
“I'll look,” she said. “But that's it. There's no way you're getting me into one of those planes.”
Trevor smiled. She’d taken a good first step. Once he got her inside the hangar, he would have plenty of other skydivers to help him convince Bailey to get on that plane.
And they did convince her. It took the better part of an hour, but the peer pressure worked. It helped a little bit when Trevor explained to Bailey that she wouldn't be jumping with her own parachute. She would be strapped to a tandem skydiving instructor, who would handle everything about opening and landing the parachute. Since Trevor had jumped out of a plane by himself several hundred times alre
ady, he would jump with his own parachute. But he would get to jump out of the plane at the same time as Bailey and her tandem instructor. An additional skydiver would jump with them and record the jump so that they would have a video of their experience.
By the time they climbed into the plane, Bailey still seemed nervous, but almost looked excited. Her tandem instructor—a guy named Jake who hadn't cut his hair once in the last decade from the looks of it—did a great job of putting Bailey at ease. As the small aircraft made its way upward, Trevor double checked his parachute gear. He made sure that his leg straps and chest strap were secure, and that the handles for both his main and reserve parachute were clear and accessible.
It felt odd to be jumping without one hundred pounds of gear like he did on every work jump. But he definitely wasn't complaining about that. He hadn't done a jump without gear since the very beginning of smokejumper training. He knew that Charlotte, Ian's lifemate, had gone to several drop zones and done recreational skydiving. Charlotte was obsessed with canopy control and learning how to better steer her parachute, and jumping for fun gave her a good opportunity to practice that.
The planes Trevor jumped out of for work usually didn’t have any seats, but the plane he and Bailey were in right now had two long benches. All of the jumpers sat facing forward with their legs straddling the bench, and Trevor sat in front of Bailey and her tandem instructor. He glanced back at her and gave her an encouraging smile, but she didn't even notice. She was looking out the window, her face pale and drawn. She’d been so adamant that she couldn't do this that Trevor hadn't been sure whether he would actually be able to get her on the plane today. It had turned out to be a lot less difficult than he thought, though. He had a feeling that, deep down, she really wanted to prove to herself that she could do it. Trevor had felt similarly the first time he jumped out of a plane. Everything in him had rebelled against the idea, but if he’d wanted to continue to work as a forest firefighter, he hadn't had a choice. The hardest moment had been the very first time he stood in the open door of an airplane. He’d felt sick to his stomach, sure that if he took that step out of the airplane that nothing good could come of it. But he’d closed his eyes, forced himself not to think about it, and taken the step anyway. Once he was out of the plane, in the open air, he didn't have time to think about being scared anymore. His training had taken over, and he had forgotten about everything except following procedures. Trevor's first jump had been a static line jump, meaning that he was attached to a cord that automatically pulled his parachute as he fell away from the aircraft. It had taken several more jumps for Trevor to truly be comfortable with standing in the door of an airplane, but nothing had been as terrifying as that first jump.
Now, as they approached the jumping altitude, Trevor felt completely comfortable. But, as the jumpers in front of them started exiting the aircraft, Bailey began to freak out.
“I can't do this,” she cried. “No way! Take me back down!”
“Don't worry, you're going to be fine,” the instructor said. “Just relax, and you'll be having the time of your life before you know it.”
“I can’t relax!” Bailey said. But she didn't fight the instructor as he pushed her toward the doorway of the plane. Trevor and the skydiver who would be videotaping the jump stepped out of the plane and onto a long step outside the door, holding onto a metal bar just above them. The tandem instructor stood hunched in the airplane’s doorway with Bailey attached to him. She looked as white as a ghost, and mouthed a series of silent “oh my gods.” At the instructor's signal, the three of them leapt from the plane at the same time. Trevor watched as the expression on Bailey's face went from one of panic to one of sheer joy. He breathed his own little sigh of relief. Maybe she wasn't going to kill him, after all.
Chapter Ten
Bailey had squeezed her eyes shut as she stood in the door of the aircraft, waiting for the moment that the instructor would push her out to her doom. Everything on the ground looked so tiny from up there, and she didn't want to see it anymore. Sure, she'd been in an airplane before, and seen the world below passing by in miniature. But it had always been from the safety and security of a commercial airline seat. Seeing the world below looking so far away from the open door of an airplane was an entirely different animal. Bailey hadn't wanted to watch anymore, and that's why she closed her eyes. She felt herself lurch forward as the tandem instructor left the airplane. She'd expected to feel the same kind of drop that you felt when plunging downward on a roller coaster, but it hadn't felt like that at all. Instead, she suddenly felt like she was floating, almost like the sky was a giant pool of water. The air rushing by her ears sounded like a raging waterfall. When she opened her eyes, she saw Trevor floating in the sky right in front of her. She smiled, and Trevor smiled back. Then he gave her a little wave before spinning around, doing a complete three-sixty in the air. The next thing Bailey knew, her instructor did a three-sixty as well in response. Then Trevor and the instructor moved toward each other, until Trevor was right in front of Bailey again. He reached out, grabbed Bailey's hand, and blew her an air kiss.
“Oh my god,” Bailey screamed into the loud air. But, this time, she meant the expression with joy instead of terror. The tandem instructor continued to twirl her around in the sky, and, before she knew it, Trevor was giving her a little wave. She’d waved back, and then felt a sudden jerk upward as the open parachute above her filled with air and abruptly slowed her freefall. Bailey realized that Trevor had been waving goodbye because he knew her instructor was about to pull the parachute handle.
“So, that wasn't so bad was it?” the instructor asked.
“That was amazing!” Bailey replied. She looked up at the parachute above them, its colorful green and yellow fabric displayed brilliantly against the bright sun. The exhilarating rush of freefall had given way to the peaceful quiet of drifting slowly under an open parachute. After several minutes of floating, the instructor brought them to a soft landing right near the airplane hangar. Trevor had already landed, and was standing in the grassy landing area with his parachute neatly folded up in his arms.
“So, how was it?” he asked, coming over to where the tandem instructor was unhooking Bailey from the parachute harness. Bailey looked up at him, her face still flushed with excitement.
“Incredible!” she said. “I can't believe you convinced me to do that.”
“See,” Trevor said. “I told you that you could do it.”
Bailey shrugged in response. She could hardly believe herself that she had actually just done that. But then, she could hardly believe she’d quit her job, or that she was considering staying in northern California permanently. She had changed a lot of things about her life in the last week, and she was beginning to believe that she really could do anything. She still had no idea what she would do for work out here, but she had no idea what she would do back in D.C., either. She definitely didn't want to go back to being a journalist. She had a chance to find a job she truly enjoyed, and she wasn't going to waste that opportunity.
About an hour later, the edited video of Trevor and Bailey's jump was ready. DVD in hand, they walked back out to Trevor's SUV.
“Looks like tonight is movie night,” Bailey said, as she held up the DVD and waved it back and forth.
Trevor laughed. “Whatever you want, my dear. Right now, I'm starving. Does my crazy little daredevil feel like anything in particular?”
Bailey grinned. “Pizza!” she said. “I'm so hungry I feel like I could eat a whole pie.”
“Pizza it is, then,” Trevor said. “That seems like an appropriate ‘post-jumping-out-of-an-airplane’ meal. I know just the place.”
Trevor pulled out of the parking lot, and fifteen minutes later they were in the small downtown area of a quaint little town near the skydiving center. They ordered the Supreme, and, although Bailey didn't eat the whole thing, she did manage to put away half. As she climbed back into Trevor's SUV, she looked over at him and smiled. The days with h
im just kept getting better and better.
On the way back to the hotel, she convinced Trevor to stop by a Wal-Mart so that they could pick up a cheap movie from the bargain bin—Bailey hadn't been kidding about the movie night, although she obviously wanted to find a movie other than their short skydiving recap. As they browsed through the discount selections, however, Trevor’s mood seemed to worsen with every passing minute.
“Do you not want to watch a movie tonight?” Bailey asked, thinking that maybe Trevor just wasn’t in the mood to sit in front of a television. “We can find something else to do, if you prefer.”
Trevor sighed and furrowed his brow. “No, a movie sounds great. Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind right now.”
Bailey shrugged and went back to browsing DVDs, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was somehow responsible for Trevor’s sour mood. They bought a movie and some beer, then went back to the hotel room and ordered Chinese takeout. When their noodles arrived, they opened a couple beers and sat on the bed with their to-go boxes. Bailey started the DVD so that they could watch while they ate. She hoped that once Trevor became distracted by the movie, he would forget about whatever it was that was bothering him. But even after they had finished eating and the movie had been playing for about thirty minutes, the scowl on Trevor’s face had only grown deeper. Bailey grabbed the remote and hit pause on the DVD.
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