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see her then the men did.
    “Meet you at the bird.”
    She nodded and watched the others leave. Falling in behind a cocky lieutenant, she reached the door a second before it slammed in her face. Tall, dark and handsome leaned against her exit from the room. Arms crossed. The pure sexuality he oozed made her waver a second. The anger in his eyes cooled her ardour.
    “You’re in my way, Commander,” she said without intonation.
    “You ran from me while I was in the shower.”
    She blinked. His words shocked her, for she hadn’t thought he would have mentioned it. “You’re still in my way.”
    “Women shouldn’t be flying in combat.”
    “This is a training facility and you need to move.”
    “We need to talk,” he rumbled.
    “No, we do not. Now get out of my way.”
    With a mocking smile and an exaggerated bow, he opened the door for her, only to fall in behind her. All eyes were on them as they strolled from the building, now side by side. They peeled off and she surreptitiously stole a final glance as he sauntered to his plane. He was a man who was the epitome of a fighter pilot. An unmistakable swagger and an ego the size of the sun.
    Striding up to her jet, she stared at the impressive B-2. The bombers were lethal, dangerous and, to her, absolutely beautiful. She loved flying them. The excitement built, spreading throughout her as she talked to the mechanic for her new bird. His name was Tory Sedin, a Petty Officer First Class.

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    Giovanni Cassano fought down his anger. A woman was joining them. And not just any woman—this one happened to be the one he’d spent nearly twenty-four hours in bed with, trying to sate his hunger for her. It hadn’t worked. He wanted her even more after having seen her again. Memories were no longer going to be good enough.
    It would have been damn near perfect seeing her again, if not for two things. One, her being in his command, and two, her being a pilot. Yes, he was a bit of a chauvinist. Women could fly, but combat? Not with him.
    She needs to stay where it’s safe.
    She now had a name. Jaydee ‘Dusti’ Amos, a Lieutenant Commander in the United States Navy. He’d heard her first name and assumed she was a man.
    “What do you think of the sweet filly, Casanova?” Jason ‘Lizard’ Armstrong asked him with a friendly smack on the shoulder.
    Despite not wanting to, he glanced over to where she stood by her plane. Her flight suit only turned him on even more, given that he knew each and every curve and inch of skin beneath it personally.
    “She shouldn’t be here,” he bit off.
    “You’d rather them bring in an Air Force guy?”
    “Yes,” he snapped. “Sidewinder’d been flying these for years and look what happened. You really think putting a woman up in one is a good idea?”
    “What about Tessler and Puck? They’re women.”
    “That’s different.”
    Lizard grunted. “Only because you gave them a chance to prove themselves. And no matter what you say, she’s damn fine to look at. Been a while since a woman’s stirred me like this. Wonder if she’d go out with me.”
    Jealousy rose swift and deadly. “Control your cock, Lizard. This ain’t the dating game.”
    A sly look crossed his friend’s face. “You thinking of trying for her yourself?”
    I’ve had her and I’ll be damned before I let you have her. “Pre-flight done,” he said before he ascended the ladder and climbed into his seat.
    Lizard, thankfully, became all business and climbed into the seat next to him. At take-off time, he swallowed and felt a trickle of sweat run down his back. This was his first flight since Mike’s death.
    “Alpha One, this is Tower. You’re clear for take-off.”
    He glanced to his left. “Let the newbie go first,” he replied arrogantly, wanting to watch Jaydee Amos take off personally.
    “Roger that. Alpha Two, you’re cleared for take-off.”
    Her voice came over the radio, smooth and unruffled. “Roger that. Alpha Two