to Jacksonville. There is enough fuel in the jet to make it there and back. We'd know where he was landing."
"Then we could have Terry follow him the next time he lands. See where he goes."
"That's the plan." He boosted his cardboard coffee cup and tapped the rim against hers. Now, could they implement it before the plug was pulled on the op?
Chapter 18
Amber watched the huge SUV pull into the driveway. Black, with tinted windows and expensive looking rims. Damn, either the person inside was a rock star, or POTUS was in the neighborhood. "Ah, Brody? I think your cousin's man is here.”
The guy who exited the vehicle was striking and not just because of his strawberry blond hair and wide shoulders. She chuckled as the man ambled up the sidewalk, cowboy boots and all. Dang, she'd never seen a real-life cowboy before. From his salad-plate-sized, shiny belt buckle, to the polished boots with worn down heels, and the starched white shirt with creases down the sleeves, the man read cowboy from the top of his very high head to the toes of his pointed boots.
She hurried to the door and opened it before he had a chance to ring the bell. His smile was dazzling. "Hi. Amber, right?"
He extended his hand, and she grasped his in a firm, warm shake. "Yep. Brody will be here in a second. Come on in." She shut the door behind him. "Can I get you some coffee?"
"No, thank you. I've had my limit today. I'm Dixon Marshall, by the way."
"Dixon, it’s nice to meet you. So, you're a pilot?"
"Yes, ma'am. I fly about anything with wings or rotors. Do you fly?" He trained his intelligent light blue eyes on her and smiled again.
"I fly a desk. It's safer for everyone. Evidently my inner ear doesn't like little planes. It tends to get messy when I go up."
The man was a looker, and if she wasn't head over heels in love with Brody King, she'd be throwing her hat in this cowboy's corral. Speaking of rings… the thick, dark metal band on the man's left finger would be the cause of many a single woman's tears, or maybe underhanded schemes. She sure hoped whoever had landed this man was strong enough to endure the come-hither looks and telephone numbers he'd attract
Dixon laughed. "Well, thank you for the heads up."
Brody walked in and extended his hand. "Hey, Dixon, right?"
"I am. You're definitely a King. I could put you up against any one of your cousins and see the family resemblance. Your eyes are different. Most of my Kings have green eyes or variations of green."
"These blues actually come from my dad's side. My mother said my cousins take after my Aunt Amanda. Are you ready to take a look at what the FBI is letting me play with?"
"Absolutely. I need to log some flight hours. Where are we heading?"
"Well, that's what I wanted to talk with you about." Brody stopped as they approached the back door. He leaned in and gave her a kiss. "See you soon."
Amber drew a worried breath. "Be safe." She reminded herself that even if she didn't like to fly in small planes, it didn't make the event itself dangerous.
Brody squeezed her hand and whispered, "Always." He opened the door and the men started talking as soon as they cleared the doorway. She leaned against the casement and watched the men walk to the hangar. Not a minute later, she caught sight of Erik drinking a cup of coffee and staring at the hangar Brody and Dixon had entered. To say the man wanted to go up in the plane was an understatement. Erik practically vibrated whenever he and Brody talked about the jet, and when Brody let him sit in the aircraft, the man had practically orgasmed he was so excited.
She closed the door and moved her observation of her neighbor into the office. She clicked on the right camera angle and zoomed in, watching her neighbor's back porch. Clare came outside and handed a piece of paper to Erik. He didn't look pleased but nodded. The two of them stood side by side and watched as Brody opened the main hangar door where the FBI's jet sat. With one of the hangar cameras, she could watch the men perform a preflight inspection. She ping-ponged her attention between Erik and Clare, to Brody and Dixon, but her attention was soon focused solely on the couple next door. Clare shook