Love on Loch Ness (16 page)

Gail sat back, digesting the information. This new observation tilted the evidence back to Flynn's side. Guilt tightened her chest. She'd been so quick to judge, so quick to disbelieve. "Flynn, I'm sorry."

He put a hand on her arm, his touch radiating warmth through her sweater. "It's not your fault."

"I ruined everything for you." Her breathing grew shallow as tears welled in her eyes.

"You were just doing your job."

"Can you ever forgive me?"

Flynn smiled and pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear. "If you give me one more night, I will."

"Now boarding all passengers for flight seven sixty-one, service from Inverness to Boston." The attendant's voice was curt with anger.

Gail whipped her head up and almost melted under the flight attendant's gaze. This was it. She had to either get on that plane or give up her seat.

She turned back to Flynn. "Why did you come back to get me and waste money on a ticket you'll never use? Blarney has the next set of coordinates. You don't need me to find her anymore."

Flynn leaned in close so only she could hear. Somehow Anne Whipper's laser stare had no effect on him. The intensity in his gaze made Gail feel she was the only woman in the room. "I didn't come for your help. I came for you."

He leaned in farther and pressed his lips against hers in a desperate kiss that ripped through her with its passion. He placed both hands on her shoulders and his fingers traveled up her neck to cup her cheeks gently, pulling her closer still. She yielded to his embrace, melting into his arms.

Gail didn't hear the last calls for the flight, the door closing, or the plane taking off without her.

Reunion

Giddiness bubbled inside Flynn as he drove Gail away from the airport. He'd won her back again, at least for the time being. She was going to give the operation and their relationship a second chance. She could reclaim her luggage later. By the happy look on her face, he didn't think she minded.

Knowing how much the death of her father had affected her life, he couldn't blame her for losing faith. He could only hope to make it worth her while to stay by restoring some of the faith she'd lost over the years. If not in Nessie, then at least in love. Right now he had to focus on the Nessie part. He owed it to Tabitha to find her. Tabitha had said she'd be waiting.

Flynn turned onto the winding country road that led to The Blue Flipper. On the left, they passed a farm with lazy-eyed cows standing next to rolls of hay.

"I spoke to Blarney before I left to visit Tabitha. Each time he's tracked Nessie, the appearances lasted for about two months, starting at the beginning of the summer and ending in late August. From your fish observations and what he's seen so far this season, he seems to think she's at the end of her eating cycle. This means tonight may be our last chance at finding her before she goes back into hibernation for another twenty years."

Gail reached out and took his hand. "Then we have to make tonight count."

Flynn was glad she was on his side again. With Gail back, he felt as though he could find the Ark of the Covenant. "I like the sound of that."

They pulled into The Blue Flipper's parking lot, and Flynn couldn't help but think back to their first date there just a week ago. So much had changed since then. His feelings for Gail had grown ever since the day she'd stood on the hill looking at Loch Ness as though she had a bone to pick with Nessie. He'd broken through her tough scientific façade and found a true believer at heart, someone as interested in finding the truth as he was and willing to go out on a limb to get there. One didn't find someone like that every day.

They got out of the car. Gail took his arm as they walked to the door. "I don't think he'll want to come back when he sees me."

Flynn hugged her arm tightly to his side. "With Tom, that's a chance I'm willing to take."

"He has all the recording equipment. What if he sees me and quits, taking it all with him?"

Flynn tugged on her arm. "Then we'll buy some disposable cameras at the drug store and make do. There's no way I'm doing this without you."

The shutters in the tavern were open, allowing the setting sun to hit the liquor bottles on the back shelves in a bath of amber light. Four young men, possibly college students, sat around a back booth, chuckling and watching a game on a TV propped in the corner. The bar was empty save for one drunkard hunched over an empty glass.

"Damn that woman. And damn L-PIB while we're at it. She was right in my hands. I could have had her by now."

Flynn wasn't sure who Tom was cursing about — Gail or Nessie? Either way his words were a little disturbing. Gail was with him and Nessie wasn't a prize to be had, but a legend to honor.

Gail pulled on his arm and turned to leave. "Do we really need him?"

"If you want video evidence, you do."

She rolled her eyes. "I'll use my phone."

Flynn tightened his grip on her arm. "It's not the same quality. With something like this, believe me, you're gonna want clarity so the nonbelievers won't discredit it."

Gail's gaze trailed off through the window as though she considered his words. She crossed her arms and sighed. "Oh, all right."

As they approached Tom, Flynn put his arm in front of Gail to shield her from the videographer's wrath. The bartender, an older bald man with a nose that had been broken, raised his head, alerting Tom of their presence. Tom turned around in a slow wobble. His face crinkled at the sight of Gail.

"It's her, the Sonar Witch who spoiled everything."

Gail pointed her finger at him. "Who's calling who a witch?"

Flynn waved her back. "I'll handle this." He turned to Tom. "Hey, man. Gail's come to help us, okay? I found some evidence ruling out the hoax equipment. She's on our side now."

"Yeah right, she is. She'll wait until we turn around and then she'll…" He shook his head as though he'd lost his train of thought. "When we're not looking, she'll stab us in the back with the sonar pole she's got up her—"

"Tom." Flynn used the same admonishing voice he'd used to use when Tabitha had wanted him to drive her to a rowdy party. "The team's getting back together without L-PIB. We've got some coordinates where we think Nessie's coming up tonight and we're going to give ourselves one last chance. You can sit here in this bar for the rest of the night swallowing your sorrows with what could have been, or you can get off your drunken ape, sober up and make history."

Tom blinked and squinted at the sun through the windows as if he were a vampire. That seemed to be an awful lot of words for him to understand in his inebriated state. Maybe it was too late for him.

"Count me in." He gave Gail a wary glance. "As long as Doc agrees not to flake out like last time."

Flynn opened his mouth, but Gail stepped up. "I won't. I give you my word."

"Great." Tom downed one last drink, holding the shot glass straight up so the liquid flowed directly into his throat. He brought the glass down with a clang as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Wake me up when we get there." His face hit the bar with a wet thump.

"Wonderful." Gail's sarcasm was back again. "What are we going to do now?"

Tom let out a nose-grinding snore.

"We carry him to the car." Flynn put his arm under one shoulder and studied Gail. "Are you going to help me or not?"

Gail shook her head, but she stepped forward and braced Tom's other arm around her shoulders. A sour expression pained her face. "He smells like a drunken ox who's had too many Danishes."

"Just hold your nose and keep walking." Flynn did the same, but only after he'd inhaled another whiff.

They reached the car and Flynn propped Tom up while opening the door. They threw him in the back seat, where he curled up in a fetal position.

Flynn moved to close the door, but Gail held it open. "Wait one minute." She started digging through Tom's pockets.

"What are you doing?"

Gail stood and dangled his car keys. "Getting his equipment."

Flynn shook his head, wanting to kiss her. "You're brilliant."

They loaded most of Tom's equipment into Flynn's car. From the bottom of the pile of bags and lens cases, Gail brought out a long, torpedo-shaped duffel bag. "Do you really think he needs this tripod?"

Flynn gazed at the back of the car where Tom snored. "Better be safe than sorry." He took the bag from Gail. It was much heavier than he'd thought. Steel legs for the tripod?

"I'll jam it in the back with Tom."

Car packed, Tom retrieved, and Gail ready to go in the passenger seat, looking just as hot the day he'd first seen her, Flynn was ready to conquer the world, or at least Loch Ness. He took off toward the forest where Blarney would be setting up his tent.

Two down, one to go.