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Tamsin opened one eye. Sliding her iPhone from Jake's bedside, she checked her alarm. Her body on flight duty hours, she'd beaten her 4am alarm by five minutes. Five whole minutes to survey her surroundings. Jake's dark wood bed frame sat in a mint green room with extensive white wall closets. They couldn't be full. He only wore shorts, ragged tops and jeans. Slipping from his bed in her white lace tanga panties, she left her iPhone to wake him, exploring his home. Warm dark wood floors fell under her bare feet as she passed his gray corner couch, giant TV and spacious modern kitchen.

Stepping out the sliding glass door onto his rear deck, gentle heat met her feet. Unlike her empty outdoor area, his deck offered a massive U-shaped couch, comfortable gray seating augmented with bright green accent cushions. A small glass dining table with four chairs begged to become her breakfast spot. Stealing back into his bedroom, she slipped on her green, red, and blue striped summer dress, her only option.

"You look beautiful," he murmured.

"I doubt that," she said, feeling her hair. Its smooth texture surprised her, exciting her spirit. Maybe he was right. Climbing from the bed in his tight white underpants, his muscled legs and firm bottom distracted her eager sex.

He grinned. "I want to drag you back into bed, but I'll make breakfast. Then, I'll drop you straight home."

She appreciated his commanding focus on her needs. His muscular body mustn't compromise her commitment to her co-pilot.

Diane smiled as Tamsin flew their Twin Otter towards Ruby Downs Cattle Station, packed with construction cargo. After disappearing with Jake until dawn, her friend had stayed home for two nights. She appreciated Tamsin's solidarity. Her friend was making Jake wait for her after their overwhelming start. She'd admired Tamsin's restraint. Through flight school, she'd trusted her friend's flying judgement. Never having seen her friend handle a boyfriend, her firm, independent stance impressed her. "Any hints about your special date?" she asked.

"No clue," Tamsin said. They'd speculated at length over Jake's date plans. Pointless speculation. They lacked his extensive knowledge of Limit Creek. "He suggested a dress wasn't suitable. I'm planning shorts and tee if it's warm tomorrow evening."

Scanning her instruments, Diane paused. Passing her gaze over them in the correct order again, she settled on the Honeywell Weather Radar. A red pattern painted across her display in their direct path. "Rain. Dead ahead," she reported.

She'd learned rain existed in the outback during their environment briefing from their type-rating captain in Perth. A veteran, he'd taught them to fly their Twin Otter aircraft. Rain arrived without warning and departed as fast. It was never their friend. Stretched across her weather radar, it broadcast bad news.

"Can we re-route around the weather?" Tamsin asked. Glancing at the rare red pattern edged in yellow, she doubted their chances.

"Uncertain. Maintain course while I review our choices."

"Maintaining course," Tamsin responded.

Diane zoomed her weather radar. Avoiding the rain's path, they'd travel too far, either north or south. They'd burn fuel, gaining no tangible advantage. "Turn left, heading, two seven zero. After turning, increase speed to one seven five knots. We're returning to Limit Creek."

Tamsin maintained altitude in her turn, doing the mental math. Her captain was right they must outrun the incoming rain. Leveling her wings, she thrust forward her ceiling mounted throttles, delivering the maximum air speed Diane had ordered.

Twenty tight minutes later, Diane glanced over her shoulder as they approached their home base. Dark clouds chased them as she radioed Limit Creek, announcing their arrival.

Rain drops landed on their red dirt home landing strip as Tamsin slowed them down, swinging towards their old worn wooden hangar. Rapid, but controlled, they completed their shutdown checklist. Jake, understanding their basic flying rules, had shoved the giant hangar door wide and stood gripping the handle of their gas powered towing tug. Diane leaped down, her white shirt getting soaked. While Tamsin closed her cockpit door, Diane already had the towing tug under their nose wheel. Jake helped her control the laden plane's movements as Tamsin monitored their wing clearance.

Safe in their hangar, Jake called Ruby Down's construction foreman, reporting their safe return, canceling further flights today. Staff on Ruby Downs would have become concerned when the familiar white Twin Otter with its yellow stripe didn't arrive. News of its safe landing was welcome on the distant cattle station they served.

Their free afternoon suited Tamsin. She slept, building her reserves of energy for Jake. Stunned by the rapid escalation of their first date, she'd kept him desperate. Thrilled by his guarantee of strict discipline, she'd embraced his intimate touch, thrusting beautiful orgasms from her tender body. Tomorrow, she'd see if he could romance her.

Tamsin stripped off her pilot's uniform. Naked, she dived into her shower to prepare for her special date. They'd flown three missions today, delivering yesterday's delayed cargo plus two fresh loads. The rain had brought a chilly night yesterday, ten degrees above freezing. She'd feared Jake may cancel tonight's date, but while rechecking every strap on their already loaded cargo this morning, he'd confirmed their special date was happening.

Drying herself, she returned to her bedroom. A familiar multicolored hand-sized pouch lay on her bed. Hair Air was a proper hair miracle. Only seven pouches left, Diane's gracious gift typified their treasured friendship. Their complex relationship transitioned through subtle phases every single day, navigating an unmarked path they'd learned. Diane was her ultimate boss. Her decisions were final. Returning to Limit Creek yesterday showed a smart, considered and decisive captain. Gifting precious Hair Air tonight showed a sensitive, loving and kind friend.

She slipped on her delicate black cotton bikini panties, decorated in white geometric patterns, trimmed with white and orange lace. Her matching bright orange bra, embellished with white lace, completed her perfect underwear set. Studying her figure in the mirror, she swept her long black hair over her right breast, considering it against her bright orange. Admiring her pretty contrasts, she stepped into her short white denim shorts, adding a tight orange tee to complete her girl-next-door look. Having crossed lines with Jake, keeping him on tenterhooks felt right. He must work for her tonight. She expected a date worthy of her simple, sexy outfit.

Sun dropping below the horizon, Jake pulled into Tamsin's drive. He'd checked every item loaded in his black utility vehicle. Parking his ute beside the girls' fancy white Ford Ranger WildTrak, he ran his mental checklist again.

He'd broken out a brand new white t-shirt for their date, his slim, knee-length pale denim shorts, smart for the warm evening. Low overnight temperatures had killed insects. Flies plaguing their outdoor venue would have ruined the atmosphere. Atmosphere was everything tonight.

Heading towards the sliding glass door, Tamsin appeared. Her brilliant black hair out-sparkled even her orange tee and cute white shorts. On dates, her silky tresses magnified their natural perfection. Bouncing towards him on pretty white sneakers, she reached up stealing a sweet kiss. No nonsense. Pure girl.

On her tiptoes, he held her tight, caressing her tongue. Tamsin broke free, waving at Diane as she climbed into Jake's ute.

Driving north, he swung his truck off the rough dusty red surface, navigating acacia, small shrubs, and saltbush, his headlights illuminating their immediate path, the horizon lost under sparkling stars.

She watched his lips moving, counting. Only shrubs existed for counting. Pausing, he climbed out, walking forward into his headlights. Returning, he inched his ute forward four feet and stopped the engine.

Their exact position proved he had a plan. Her ears reported his tailgate dropping and him uncovering his loading bay. After several minutes, he opened her door, offering his hand. Stepping into the darkness, she followed him to the rear. A simple battery-powered lamp revealed a splendid space. A black blanket covered a thick mattress, filling his loading bay. Mountains of colored cushions surged up his cab. Festooned in comfort, he'd transformed his ute into a luxury cocoon.

Climbing into cushioned comfort, she watched him present dinner. From a cool box, he produced plates of cold meats, salads and a generous bowl of grated cheese. She smiled at his careful attention. Each day, she stuffed her sandwiches with grated cheese. He'd noticed. Placing two low white plastic tray tables before them, he laid out their feast. Pouring Devil's Creek Chardonnay, he said, "Why change a winning wine?"

She grinned. She'd dance with her devil tonight. Promising to discipline her, she'd floated for days on a supportive cloud of his innate understanding. Tonight couldn't eclipse their perfect coupling.

Sliding the grated cheese bowl towards her, she plucked a handful, sipping her wine. Beside her, he built a plate of ham, adding salad. Stars sparkled on her as their cutlery clinked in the tranquil air. He drew a sleeping bag over her bare legs, sitting back.

"This is magnificent, Jake," she said. "Thank you."

Fingering the remote control beside him, he prayed everything worked. He'd tested the technology yesterday evening, checking it again at dawn. His powerful computer rigs had downloaded a gigantic file, taking two nights over his satellite connection.

Squeezing the remote control stashed beside him, he said, "Enjoy the show." A tiny radio signal radiated towards his enclosed trailer, twenty feet to their right, concealed by darkness.

Thirty feet from Tamsin, a twenty-foot tall screen burst from the night sky. Squares, lit white, criss-crossed a central stage in a crowded concert arena. Deep bass notes reverberated from the surrounding desert, drum rolls penetrating her heart.

Her eyes couldn't accept what her ears recognized. "Ladies and Gentleman. Live in Las Vegas, please welcome Celine Dion."

Her heart raced with the commanding sound sequence as the picture zoomed to a sparkling short purple dress, launching superstar legs onto her remote bush stage. Piano notes pierced the dark, drums rolling to Celine's command as she poured words Tamsin loved into her once lonely heart.

'There were nights when the wind was so cold...' Tamsin's lips synced, the mighty ballad plunging her heart into wondrous yearning.

'I finished crying in the instant that you left,' Celine sang.

Pitched down, Tamsin spiraled. Reaching rock bottom, she soared on power-packed punches of splendid potential. Once padding her empty heart with hope, the song's authentic promise existed beside her.

As Celine switched into 'Because You Loved Me', Tamsin whispered to Jake, "I love her. How did you know?"

"You left your iPhone playing in the crew room. The tinny headphone sound caught my attention. I paused your Big Ballads playlist. Celine Dion dominated it."

"You phenomenal man. Where did you get her recent concert video?"

"A dark internet corner I hope you never reach."

Celine interrupted her. "I want you to sing with me, okay?"

"... because you loved me," Tamsin sang aloud, her heart rocketing alongside her idol.

Celine lifted her into the dark night sky, soaring among stars, guiding her dreams. She snuggled against Jake, her heart throbbing with the bush beat. The deepest notes reverberated their cushioned cocoon. Celine's fierce vocal range snatched her, gripping her soul, carrying her on a journey through her single years. Toughened by Celine, she'd turned down casual guys, believing she could have her dream somehow. Holding her last note like she'd never give it up, Celine ended her opening hit medley mix.

Notes poured from darkness, pressing her body against Jake. The starry night danced to her tune, Celine Dion dominating her magnificent star-studded sky. The awesome ninety minute concert played for her heart, and hers alone. Jake had constructed her stunning private concert arena, playing songs her soul adored. Celine's sexy legs pranced on her black grand piano, strutted beside her violinist, and stormed the mind of her audience, a no-longer-single bush girl.

Seconds of silence preceded a splendid finale. Celine raised her mic. Beneath the outback night sky, she sang, 'The whispers in the morning of lovers sleeping tight...'

Tamsin trembled, her lips following her dream. Carrying her crucial audience, Celine belted out, 'We're heading for something. Somewhere I've never been...'

Held in Jake's powerful arms, Tamsin erupted into oceans of tears. Crying while cymbals clashed, her idol painted perfect hope for her heart. Filling the empty bush, Celine roared, 'Sometimes I am frightened, but I'm ready to learn of the power of love.' A simple soul-filled note soared through eternity, smashing into four hard drum beats as the superstar flung her arms wide, dissolving into the silent outback sky.

Stuffed with spectacular glory, Tamsin's awe-filled tears streamed. Celine's words had never delivered the raw, naked truth they'd driven into her heart tonight. She was in love.