Sahara (Dirk Pitt 11)

Eva looked up suddenly as a squawking sea gull glided overhead. She slowly turned her head to follow its flight and suddenly found her eyes locked on a man standing slightly to the side and behind the bench.

"You and I and the Bay of Monterey," he said softly.

Pitt stood smiling in delight and immense affection as Eva stared at him for a long moment in uncomprehending joy and disbelief. Then he was beside her and she was in his arms.

"Oh Dirk, Dirk! I wasn't sure you'd come. I thought we might be finished--"

She broke off as he kissed her and looked down at the gleaming Dresden blue eyes now misting with tears that crept down her reddened cheeks.

"I should have contacted you," he said. "My life has been chaos until two days ago."

"You're forgiven," she said joyously. "But how in the world did you know I was here?"

"Your mother. Nice lady. She sent me here. I rented a golf cart and drove around the course until I saw this poor little lonely waif with a parcel of broken bones staring sadly at the sea."

"You're a nut," she said happily, kissing him again.

He slid his arms under Eva and carefully picked her up. "I wish we had time to watch the waves roll in, but we have to be on our way. My God, but all this plaster makes you heavy."

"Why are we rushing off?"

"We have to pack your things and catch a plane," he answered as he lowered her into the golf cart.

"Plane, a plane to where?"

"A little fishing village on the west coast of Mexico."

"You're taking me to Mexico?" she smiled through the tears.

"To board a boat I've chartered."

"For a cruise?"

"Sort of," he explained with a grin. "We're going to sail to a place called Clipperton Island and look for treasure."

She said to Pitt as he drove the cart into the parking lot by the clubhouse, "I think you are the most sneaky, beguiling, and crafty man I've ever known--" She broke off as he stopped beside a strange-looking car with a bright fuchsia paint job. "What is this?" she asked in amazement.

"An automobile."

"I can see that, but what kind?"

"An Avions Voisin, a gift from my old pal, Zateb Kazim." She stared at him blankly. "You had this shipped over from Mali?"

"On an Air Force transport," he answered casually. "The President owed me big. So I made a simple request."

Where are you going to park it if we're catching a flight?" talked your mother into storing it in her garage until Pebble Beach Concours in August."

She shook her head in disbelief. "You're incorrigible."

Pitt held her face gently between his hands, smiled down her, her, and said, "That's why I'm so much fun."