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  Dear Lord, please don’t let this be the end. Even though things have been a little rough lately, I love being alive. And I have so much more living to do. I want to fall in love. I want to become a mother. I want to make a difference in this world. And I want to change people’s lives with the gift of books. Mercy, Lord. Above all else, mercy.

  She shut her eyes tightly as the plane continued to drop out of the sky. Her stomach lurched as she felt the seaplane nose-dive toward the snow-covered ground at an alarming speed. If these were her last moments on earth and God was calling her home, she would handle it with grace and courage. She would accept His will.

  The plane hit the ground with a thunderous bang, then veered to the right before skidding for an agonizing amount of time. It finally came to a grinding halt. They had crash-landed! As the plane seemed to crumple all around her, Annie let out a blood-curdling scream that she felt certain could be heard all the way back in Maine.

  * * *

  Declan O’Rourke had been flying planes since he was fourteen years old. He knew them inside and out. It was pretty much the only legacy his old man had ever handed down to him. His father had also been a pilot until he had thrown it all away and become a felon. His grandfather had given him a vast knowledge of the inner workings of planes and how to be a first-class pilot. He had given Declan something in his life to be proud of achieving. He’d flown in snowstorms, rainstorms and through ice and hail, thunder, lightning and dense fog. On one occasion he had guided his plane without the use of instruments when they had failed him. Not once had he ever been faced with an emergency crash landing. There had been instances when things had gotten dicey, but nothing like this moment in which he had landed the plane with white knuckles gripping the controls.

  He held out his hands in front of him. They were shaking uncontrollably.

  Once he’d collected himself, he took a moment to utter a prayer of thanks to the big guy upstairs. God had shown him mercy in a terrifying situation. In those moments of stark fear, God had been at his side, guiding him to safety. He quickly got up from his seat and left the cockpit. On his way out, he grabbed the emergency kit he had stashed nearby. He didn’t have a moment to spare. Even though he was still in shock, he needed to assume control of the situation. As the pilot of this aircraft, he was responsible for Miss Murray. He needed to ensure that she made it safely out of the plane. And judging by the way she’d just screamed, she was alive and kicking.

  When he reached the back of the plane, he noticed his passenger was sitting in her seat with her eyes pressed closed. Part of the infrastructure of the plane had collapsed around her. He leaned down so that his face was near hers. “Miss Murray. Are you all right?”

  “Are we alive?” Annie’s eyelids didn’t even flutter. She was sitting in her seat, ramrod straight, her hands clutching the armrest. She wasn’t moving a muscle. But he did a quick perusal of her and thought she hadn’t sustained any injuries.

  Despite the grave circumstances, her question made him want to laugh. “I can assure you that we are very much alive, Miss Murray.”

  “Thank You, Lord,” she whispered. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life living up to Your faith in me.”

  A protective instinct rose up inside him. He squashed the urge to put his arm around her and tell her everything was going to be all right. For starters, he had never been in a plane crash, and he had no idea whether they were going to make it through this ordeal. The one thing he did know for certain was that they needed to exit the plane quickly. He could smell smoke, although he couldn’t see any flames yet.

  “Miss Murray, we need to get off the plane in case there’s an explosion from the fuel.”

  Her eyes flew open upon hearing his words. They were a pretty brown with caramel flecks. Without her oversize glasses weighing her down, she was actually pretty cute. She had a button nose and shoulder-length glossy hair. A few freckles were scattered across the bridge of her nose.

  Her glasses? They were no longer on her face. Had they flown off in the crash? He looked around for a moment, feeling a stab of dismay when he spotted them on the floor next to her seat, smashed to smithereens. Declan picked them up and brushed them off against his jacket. He poked out the remaining bits of glass, leaving just the frame intact. It was better than nothing, he supposed, although he surmised the glasses were a total loss.

  “I hate to tell you, but your glasses are shattered.” Declan reluctantly held out the broken eyeglasses.

  She reached for them, her expression shuttered. She shrugged. “It’s okay. They’re fake.”

  Fake? Why would she be wearing fake glasses? He felt himself gaping at her. She was an odd woman, he realized. Eccentric. The fuzzy leopard pants had spoken volumes. The granny-style cloak harkened back to another era. The fake glasses were just another piece of the puzzle.

  Declan sniffed the air around him.

  “I’d love to hear all about it, but we really need to move. Quickly! I smell smoke.” He tugged insistently at her wrist and pulled her to a standing position.

  “My purse!” she cried out, reaching down and yanking it up from the floor.

  He fought back against a rising tide of impatience. Her purse was a luxury at this critical juncture. It certainly wasn’t worth either of their lives. “Let’s get a move on,” he said as he took Miss Murray by the hand and led her toward the exit. He let go of her hand as he worked to disengage the door lock, praying that it hadn’t gotten jammed during the crash landing. If so, things might get dicey before he could find another way out of the plane. He uttered a sigh of relief as the door opened up and he caught a glimpse of the great outdoors.

  Declan raised his hand to protect himself from the harsh glare of the midday sun. The brightness of the snow made him blink rapidly a few times. He jumped out of the plane, then turned around to help his passenger down. He reached for either side of her waist and lifted her down to the ground. Suddenly she wrapped her arms around his neck as if her life depended on it. He sputtered as her grip on him tightened. Declan hadn’t expected her to treat him like her personal life preserver.

  “I think you can let go of me now,” he said in a strangled voice. She was gripping him so fiercely, she was cutting off his air supply. Although she was as light as a feather, her choke hold on his neck made it hard for him to breathe.

  “I’m so sorry. I think it was all the adrenaline rushing through me,” she said as she released her grip on his neck. He set her down on the snow-covered ground. She looked up at him with big brown eyes that were full of apology.

  Declan cast a quick glance around him. They had landed smack dab in the middle of the Chugach National Forest. It was a vast area comprised of almost seven million acres of land. His heart lurched painfully inside his chest. Being in a plane crash was bad enough. But surviving in a no-man’s-land without food or supplies was another story altogether.

  He wasn’t a man prone to panic, but if there was ever a moment to give in to that state of being, it was now. They were going to have to do something drastic to help themselves get rescued in this vast, thickly forested area. Although he was putting on a brave front with Annie, he couldn’t help but feel that locating them might be akin to finding a needle in a haystack.

  * * *

  So far, Annie’s grand adventure had been one big bust. As stressful as her delayed flight had been, it was nothing compared to being a passenger in a plane that had dropped out of the sky and crash-landed in the Alaskan wilderness. Everything had happened so quickly, as if in fast motion. She’d barely had any time to react. Shock had settled in the moment the pilot had announced the upcoming crash landing. All she had been able to do was pray. And wish she had never left the coziness of Maine.

  In the moments after the plane touched down, the pilot had helped her out of her seat and toward safety, and although his manner had been a tad gruff, he�
�d mobilized with an urgency she respected. Clearly time had been of the essence.

  As Annie exited the plane, a cold blast of November air hit her squarely in the face. Her eyes teared up. She shivered and drew her cloak tighter around her throat. It was much colder here than back in Maine. She stumbled as her booted feet slid on the snow. Before she could fall on her face, she managed to steady herself.

  “Easy there,” he warned from behind her. “Watch your step.”

  “I’m fine,” she said. “Just getting my bearings.” She looked around her as a feeling of dread coursed through her. They had crashed in the Alaskan wilderness. They were in the middle of a forested area on the last frontier. Otherwise known as the middle of nowhere. Common sense told her that rescue might not come right away. How in the world were they going to manage to make it through this? It was already freezing outside, and they had neither shelter nor a fire to keep themselves warm.

  She felt her arm being tugged again. “Miss Murray. We need to stay a safe distance from the plane because it might explode. The inside is on fire.”

  Explode? Her heart began to thunder in her chest as the threat of danger hung in the air. A burning scent singed her nostrils. Mr. O’Rourke didn’t seem the type who would be prone to exaggeration. He was a pilot, after all. Full of knowledge and wisdom and skill. She felt helpless as he pulled her away from the plane.

  Suddenly she stopped in her tracks. “Wait! My bags are still inside. Everything of sentimental value I have in the world is in there!” she cried out.

  “Things can be replaced. Our lives cannot,” he said in a stern voice that brooked no argument.

  He was wrong! Gram’s diary was inside her suitcase, along with a blanket Gram had knitted for her as a sixteenth birthday present. Her most cherished keepsake—a picture of her mother cradling her in her arms as a newborn—was also in her luggage. If she lost these precious items, it would be like she’d been severed from her upbringing. She had already lost so much. This would be unbearable.

  “No!” she screamed as she lunged toward the plane. For most of her life, she had sat on the sidelines without uttering a peep. She would never forgive herself if she didn’t take action in this moment.

  Strong arms gripped her shoulders. “What do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

  Annie felt the hot splash of tears on her cheeks. “I can’t stand by and watch it all go up in smoke. My whole life is in there!” She let out a plaintive howl. She saw his ice-blue eyes widen. A muscle in his jaw began to twitch. A low growl escaped his lips. He released her shoulders and pivoted around so that he was facing the plane.

  Turning back toward her, he yelled out, “Get out of this area as fast as you can. Run as far as you can upwind. Now!” She watched as he rushed toward the plane, wrenched open the cargo hold and yanked her suitcases out in one fluid motion. With an amazing display of agility, he ran back toward her at breakneck speed. One look at his expression and Annie began to run in the opposite direction as fast as she could.

  A thunderous noise interrupted the silence, followed by a crackling sound rending the air. Unable to stop herself, she turned around and glanced back at the plane. The sight of the fireball caused her knees to buckle. She sank to the ground, giving way to fear and anxiety and shock. If they had lingered a few minutes longer inside the plane, they might not have made it out alive. And because of her, the pilot had almost been blown to smithereens. For all she knew, he could have been injured.

  Dear Lord, protect Mr. O’Rourke from harm. I didn’t mean to put him in danger. I just didn’t want my mementos to be destroyed. Under the circumstances, that might have been selfish. I promise to do better in the future.

  She couldn’t look away as titian flames licked at the sides of the plane. An acrid odor filled the air. Within seconds, most of the plane had been consumed by the relentless blaze.

  Chapter Two

  Declan stopped moving in the direction of safety shortly after he heard the massive boom and Lucy went up in a blaze. He stood at a safe distance and stared at his plane as orange flames turned her into a blackened shell of her former self. Pain scorched through him. Lucy was a complete and utter loss! His client’s words rang in his ears. My whole life is in there. It rang true for him as well. His whole life was O’Rourke Charters, and the planes he owned were essential to the operation of his company. Losing one of his two planes was catastrophic. Although he was thankful that his life and that of his passenger had been spared, there was no escaping the grim reality of his current situation.

  He shoved his hand through his hair and muttered angrily. This wasn’t fair! With the town of Love having suffered a recession in recent years, his company had already taken some hard financial hits. Because money had been tight and he had never had a single accident, he had opted to lower his insurance premiums. In light of the accident and his destroyed plane, the ramifications were mind-boggling. With limited insurance and a lowered payout for the accident, he had no idea how he would be able to replace Lucy. And without a replacement for his beloved seaplane, he wouldn’t be able to run O’Rourke Charters and make a decent living. Not with just one plane left. Everything would be in shambles.

  The very thought of it was unfathomable! Who was Declan O’Rourke without his company? Nobody. Nothing. The son of a convict. A tiny voice buzzed in his ears. Flying planes was the only thing he’d ever been good at. It was the only vocation he’d ever known.

  “Mr. O’Rourke. Are you all right?” The feminine voice splashed over him like a bucket of ice-cold water. It was jarring to be intruded upon at a moment like this. He felt her tugging on his sleeve with an insistence that grated on his nerves.

  “Just dandy,” he said through gritted teeth. He had almost forgotten about his client. His focus had been wholly consumed by Lucy’s destruction. Miss Murray had come up beside him without him even realizing it.

  “I called your name three times. You didn’t seem to hear me.”

  He swung his gaze toward her as a numb feeling swept over him. “I didn’t,” he said in a curt tone. He jutted his chin in the direction of the charred, still-smoking seaplane. “I was a little preoccupied with my life going up in flames.”

  A little squeak slipped past her lips, and she raised her hand to her throat. “Oh no! Your plane is gone. I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine how awful you feel about it.” He looked away from her, startled by the raw emotion emanating from her warm brown eyes. She barely knew him, but here she stood, full of concern and sympathy.

  Something about her reaction served as a domino effect. The sting of tears blurred his eyes, and he sniffed them away. He never cried. Tears were a sign of weakness. He had learned that lesson as a child at his grandfather’s knee. Stiff upper lip. Never let them see you cry. Declan O’Rourke wasn’t a weak man. Not by a long shot!

  As he always did, he would use humor to diffuse the tension. He was a master at stuffing things down that he didn’t want the world to see. He’d been doing it ever since he was a kid. It had always served him well.

  “This too shall pass,” he murmured, knowing he had been through worse losses in his thirty years. “Honestly, I’m more concerned about my aviator sunglasses. I spent a lot of money on those,” he cracked. “Wish I had grabbed them before we exited the plane.”

  Silence greeted him. Miss Murray’s expression was dubious. She raised an eyebrow and twisted her mouth. If he had to guess, he’d say she didn’t buy his act.

  “If you say so,” she said. She held up her cell phone. “There’s no cell service. Is there a way to radio for help?”

  “We’re going to have to wait for rescue. The only radio went up in flames with the plane. I have my cell phone, also, but it’s pretty useless without a signal.” He shook his head as all the possible avenues for communication with the outside world seemed to evaporate. “I ca
n’t imagine they would be able to ping our location in this forest. This area is too remote. When we don’t make it back to Love by nightfall, a red flag will be raised. A search and rescue will be put into motion.” His chest tightened at the thought of his best friend, Boone Prescott, and his entire family worrying about his demise. Even his brother, Finn, would be put through the ringer by the news, he imagined. Finn, who never took anything seriously, would be forced to face the grim news head-on. “At least for a little bit, there wouldn’t be an escape route from the pain and fear and loss, Miss Murray.”

  “Annie. My name is Annie,” she corrected him. “And considering the circumstances we find ourselves in, I think we can use first names when addressing each other.”

  Declan nodded. “Annie it is. Feel free to call me Declan.”

  “So, Declan, do you have any idea how long we’ll have to wait for rescue?”

  He scratched his jaw. “I imagine until morning. By the time the alarm is rung by the FAA and my friends in town, it will be nightfall. They don’t routinely send out planes at night to look for crash sites.”

  “And you registered your flight plan?” she asked, her expression somber.

  Her question made him want to grin. Annie Murray knew a little something about planes, he surmised. “Yes, I did, which means they’ll be scouring the route we took. Are you an aviation buff?”

  “Not exactly. I’m a town librarian. Reading is my superpower,” she said with a smile.

  Annie’s smile packed quite a punch. It reached all the way into his chest cavity and tugged with a mighty force. He shook off the feelings her smile elicited. Annie wasn’t his type. The sort of women who appealed to him were classic beauties—tall, elegant, refined. Annie had small town written all over her. Not that there was anything wrong with small towns, but as the product of one, he knew he needed something different in a romantic relationship. Perhaps that was why he hadn’t been tempted by any of the women who had arrived in Love to participate in the town’s matchmaking enterprise. Although a few of them had made their interest in him known all over town, he hadn’t reciprocated their feelings. It was just as well, he realized. The women who had moved to Love were interested in settling down and finding husbands. Declan wasn’t the marrying kind, and it would have been cruel to make any woman believe otherwise.