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and male, drifted out into the hall and to her ears.
    “Who’s taking his place?” A slight pause. “I mean who’s filling his spot? Sorry, Casanova, I know no one can take Sidewinder’s place.”
    Casanova? Well, guess it isn’t hard to figure out what he’s done to get that nickname.
    The response was too low for her to make out. Then another man spoke. “Lieutenant Commander Jaydee Amos, call sign Dusti.”
    She paused right before entering. They were talking about her and she bet anything they were assuming her first name was initials. It normally happened. The next speaker’s voice made her pause it was filled with so much anger. “Jaydee, never heard of him.”
    She was right—they assumed she was a male.
    “Comes highly praised. Apparently some sort of hotshot pilot.”
    “We’ll see.” The angry one spoke again.
    Jaydee forced her legs to carry her into the room. Silence descended as numerous gazes fell upon her. A low whistle filled the air and several men eyed her up and down as if she was their next meal.
    “You seen the new chick, Casanova?” a blond asked.
    “Who are you?” a different blond questioned.
    She opened her mouth to answer only to see another man step into her line of sight. Her body reacted violently and expediently. Staring back at her was tall, dark and handsome from her wild and impetuous twenty-four-hour dalliance.
    Male laughter erupted. “Looks like she’s already smitten with Casanova.”
    He’s Casanova? Hell, he’s a pilot? And why is he here? She rallied and drew on the ice that flowed through her veins. Unbidden, her gaze drifted back to Casanova. His beautiful hazel eyes had narrowed suspiciously as he stared at her. She’d been doubted because of her gender before, it wasn’t anything new.
    “Who are you?” The question was repeated.
    She answered simply, “I’m Lieutenant Commander Amos.”
    You could have heard a pin drop. Casanova’s features hardened.
    “Hell no!” he snapped, fire blazing from his eyes. “You’re the pilot? Jaydee?”
    She couldn’t believe this was the same man who’d loved her so thoroughly and completely that night two weeks ago. A gaze that had smouldered and stared at her with relentless hunger were now furious.
    “That’s me. Many people assume I’m a man from my name.” She shrugged. “I’m not.”
    “You’re a girl.”
    Derision dripped from his words. He prowled towards her, looking all kinds of hot in his flight suit. Around them, the room fell silent. She held his stare, her expression blank. He stalked around her, teasing her senses. Again, face to face, he scowled at her.
    “Have you even flown a B-2?”
    All remaining gentle feelings towards him about their shared night vanished in a puff of smoke. “Obviously, or they wouldn’t have sent me. Don’t try to measure your dick to mine, Commander. You’re sure to come up short.”
    Laughter erupted around them yet she ignored everything but the man going toe to toe with her. He crossed his arms, his glower deepening. It took a bit of time for her to ignore the power she knew rippled beneath the flight suit.
    “Can it, Cassano!” a new voice intruded. “Leave her alone. Listen up, everyone. We’ve been a man down with the loss of Walker, and Amos here is filling in. Until we get a permanent pilot assigned.”
    “Better not be too long,” Casanova muttered beside her.
    “Listen up, Cassano,” the CO demanded. “Nothing fancy today. We’ll brief in the air. Make sure you introduce yourself to Amos.” He slammed his book shut and left. Leaving her to fend for herself.
    A blond man—the one who’d previously called her ‘chick’—approached her, his blue eyes sharp and assessing. “I’m Keel. You’re my pilot.”
    She nodded, understanding that, if they were called up, he’d be the mission commander. “Dusti.” Keel didn’t offer his hand, just sized her up. There were two other women there in the room, but they didn’t look any happier to