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brought warm clothes, otherwise you’ll be stuck in the lodge.”
    Oh, he’d like that, wouldn’t he? Given his ultracool attitude toward her, she’d bet he was perfectly comfortable in subzero weather.
    “The television has a built-in DVD player. There are some movies and books on the bookcase. Help yourself.”
    “What about cable or satellite? Internet connection?” She saw the look on his face change to one of Oh, here we go . “I know they weren’t mentioned in the brochure but it looked a little out-of-date.”
    “The brochure is current. We like to keep things simple here.”
    And he obviously had an attitude about it. The man piloted a plane, surely he didn’t have a thing about technology? Some people hated voice mail, some people hated e-mail. What was wrong with knowing how the rest of the world lived?
    “The bathroom is the first door on the left. Towels are in the pantry. I’ll get out of your way and leave youto unpack. Dinner is at six. Breakfast is at six if you want it hot, and lunch is at—”
    “ Six teen-hundred hours?” she muttered under her breath.
    His gaze narrowed on her and despite the queasiness, and the way her legs still quivered, or the fact that he obviously didn’t consider her lodge material or worthy to be in the seemingly all-male domain, the zing was there.
    And darn if it didn’t increase her heart rate to thumpety-thump proportions.
    “Twelve noon,” he corrected.
    “Ah,” she drawled, unable to stop herself from shooting back with, “six plus six.”
    “Let me know if you change your mind about staying. I can fly you back to Anchorage tomorrow morning.”
    And she soooo wanted to do just that.
    The door shut behind him and Alexandra dropped down onto her bed, flopping across the top like a fish. What had she done to deserve the guy’s animosity? A zing? For Mr. It-Was-A-Damn-Fine-Landing?
    Who was she kidding? The man cringed at the sight of her and at this point, the feeling was mutual.
    What had she gotten herself into?
     
    D YLAN WENT TO HIS BEDROOM long enough to change into work clothes before he made his way to Zeke’s bedroom to check on him and Colt. They weren’t there. Colt’s room was also empty, several books and toys scattered on the bed and floor.
    Frowning, Dylan made his way through the lodge and found Zeke standing in front of the butcher block in the center of the kitchen. “You’re supposed to betaking it easy and watching a few movies before your guests arrived. Where’s Colt?”
    Zeke pointed toward his feet. “He wouldn’t eat the lunch you left so I thought a peanut butter and jelly sandwich might be in order. You’re late.”
    “There was a mix-up at the airport.” A big mix-up. “And one of your guests barely made it off the plane before hurling.”
    “Well, if they made it off, why are you complaining?”
    Dylan shot his father a glare. Ever since his glass half-full change in personality, Zeke was always reminding Dylan that things could be worse. Everyone knew that but sometimes a man had to let off a little steam.
    Zeke harrumphed. “Bad mood today, eh? Well, join the club. While you were gone, I got on the horn and found out why my doc’s been giving me the runaround on green-lighting me to fly. Anything you want to ’fess up to?”
    His father had to realize his limitations. “You had a heart attack. You have no business being in the air without a copilot.”
    “Then spit it out and say it to my face. Don’t go behind my back and have people treating me like a senile old man.”
    Dylan ran a hand over his face and rubbed. He’d tried that but Zeke continually insisted he would fly solo again. “I talked to the doc once, right afterward. He must have made a notation in your chart. Since you conned Lucille into snooping for you, couldn’t she have looked at the date of entry?”
    “Leave my darling Lucy out of it.”
    “She’s not your darling, otherwise she’d take the job of housekeeper and move up