Karen Foley – Coming Up for Air (страница 2)
“Because I like to keep my private life just that—
She and Laura were assigned to a helicopter battalion out of upstate New York, but had been at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, for just over three weeks while they prepared for a six-month deployment to Afghanistan. Their training exercises left little time to socialize or meet other soldiers assigned to the base. The only reason Jenna found herself looking twice at this guy was because she’d been going through a particularly long dry spell. At this point, it didn’t take much to fire her engines.
“Well, I don’t
Jenna glanced over her shoulder at the pool table in time to see him smoothly knock a cue ball into a side pocket. Major Hottie, indeed. She’d pegged him for an enlisted guy, which would have made him off-limits, since fraternization between officers and enlisted members was strictly prohibited. But if he was also an officer … Despite her self-denial regarding men in uniform, she couldn’t prevent the surge of anticipation she felt at learning he was fair game, should she choose to end her abstinence.
There was just one small problem.
“We leave for Afghanistan in three days,” she said glumly. “Even if his unit wasn’t deploying, and even if I
Laura raised her eyebrows and took a sip of beer. “Who says you need to get to know him? You’re a helicopter pilot. You’re genetically predisposed to have meaningless sex.”
Jenna laughed, but acknowledged that, for most of the unmarried pilots in her battalion, that was the truth. It was one of the reasons she avoided dating them. One-night stands and short-lived relationships were an accepted way of life for them. Of course, they were also men. Despite the fact she had achieved equality in the cockpit, distinct double standards still existed. If she slept around as much as some of her male counterparts did, she’d find herself the target of some pretty derogatory comments.
Not that Jenna hadn’t had her share of hookups. She had. Just not in the past eight months. But she always chose men who had nothing to do with the military;
guys whose worlds were so far removed from her own that there was no chance of them colliding. Guys who couldn’t follow her when she returned to base, safe behind the razor-wire fences and security checkpoints.
Of course, that would all change in six months, when both her deployment and her military commitment would end. After a lot of soul-searching, she’d made the decision to get out of the military altogether and return to Cape Cod, where she hoped to help her father run his tour business. He wasn’t getting any younger, and she felt a need to spend time with him, to show him that, although she might not be the son he’d always wished for, she’d done okay.
She’d never even considered hooking up with one of her fellow pilots, as gorgeous and funny as some of them were. Most women would kill for the opportunity to peel one of those hotties out of his flight suit, but not Jenna. She’d seen too many relationships crash and burn within the battalion to make that particular mistake. Plus, most of her male colleagues had egos the size of aircraft carriers. From Jenna’s perspective, it seemed, no matter how much a female pilot might be liked and respected, ultimately she became the competition. Or the attraction eventually waned, and then the two were stuck working together. She’d seen it happen again and again, and the resulting friction created discomfort for the entire unit.
Thanks, but no thanks.
Despite what Laura had said, Jenna wasn’t entirely averse to hooking up with someone in uniform, as long as their respective military careers ensured they wouldn’t run into each other during duty hours. The fact that it had been years since she’d been tempted by a fellow soldier didn’t mean anything. She just hadn’t met anyone who interested her enough to set aside her own number-one rule of engagement.
Until now.
She slid a covert glance at Chase Rawlins as she weighed the risks of getting involved with him, even for one night. At least he wasn’t a pilot, and they worked in completely separate units. During the three weeks she’d been at Fort Bragg, she’d never run into him while she’d been working. And in three days, she’d be gone.
“Special Ops, huh?” she asked, tracing a fingertip along the rim of her bottle, considering. If he really was deploying, the likelihood that they would ever see each other again was slim to none. Special Ops commandos kept to themselves and operated under the radar. Their deployments took them to remote locations where few people were aware of their existence. If she decided to get involved with this guy, it would definitely be a hit-and-run maneuver. “So you think I should go for it?”
Laura made a scoffing sound. “Are you
Jenna groaned. “This is ridiculous. You’d think we were teenagers.” After a moment, she slapped both hands decisively on the bar and hopped down from the stool. “I’ll take care of this.”
“What’re you going to do?” Laura asked, her face alight with anticipation.
“Watch and learn, oh young one,” Jenna replied, waggling her eyebrows.
“Wait!” Jenna watched as Laura dragged her pocket-book from the back of the bar stool and began rummaging through it. “Here, take this. I always keep extras, just in case.” She pushed something into Jenna’s hand.
Jenna stared down at the shiny foil packet and gave a huff of astonished laughter. “A
“You’re right—one’s not enough. Take two.” She shoved another small packet into Jenna’s fingers.
Afraid that someone might see, Jenna stuffed the two condoms into the front pocket of her jeans. “You’re unbelievable. This is just a dance.”
Laura rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. And the Beatles were just a band. Now, go!” She made a shooing motion with her hand.
Inside, Jenna’s heart was beating fast. She was going to ask him for a dance, and whatever happened after that would be up to him. If they only ended up dancing, it would be no big deal. As she approached the group of men, he straightened and leaned against his cue to watch her, masculine appreciation in his expression. By the time she reached him, the other men had stopped to watch, too.
Jenna halted mere inches from the man, deliberately invading his personal space in what she liked to think of as her first test of compatibility. At five feet, eleven inches tall, she was nearly eye-level with him. She’d learned from experience that some guys found her height a little unsettling, but he seemed unfazed. The warm gleam in his eyes and the hint of a dimple in one cheek made her feel as if her approaching him had been a foregone conclusion, but instead of annoyance, the thought drew a reluctant smile from her.
“Hey,” she said in greeting, letting her gaze slide over him.
Up close, the guy was absolutely mouthwatering, from his translucent green eyes, alight with interest, to his square jaw and sensuous smiling mouth. His brown hair was cropped close to his head, but Jenna could see bronze-and-gold glints in the short strands, and guessed he spent a lot of time in the sun, which made sense considering his line of work. He crossed his arms over his chest, and Jenna found herself transfixed by the way the material of his shirt strained over his thick biceps. She swallowed hard and silently acknowledged that she’d be more than a little disappointed if all she got from him was a dance. It seemed every cell in her body suddenly stood at attention, eagerly waiting to obey whatever command he might want to give.
“Hey.” He grinned, revealing dimples deep enough to drive a truck into.
Jenna pretended to lean negligently against the pool table, needing something solid to support her as her knees weakened beneath his smile. What had Laura said his first name was? Jenna couldn’t think clearly, and hoped her sudden confusion didn’t show on her face.
“So, Rawlins,” she said, deliberately using just his surname, “You wanna dance?” Her voice sounded both seductive and challenging.
“You bet.”
Without taking his eyes from her, he thrust his cue toward the nearest man and caught her hand firmly in his own as he pulled her toward the dance floor. He swung her into his arms, and finally Jenna knew firsthand what it was like to have all that strength and grace surround her. For as long as she could remember, she had struggled to come to terms with her height. Next to other women, she usually felt like a galumphing elephant, but she’d learned a long time ago not to let anyone see her insecurities. Right now, though, despite the fact he was only several inches taller than her, she felt fragile in his arms.