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Explosive Alliance (Wingmen Warriors 9)

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He inhaled three deep breaths of barley-laden air.

She leaned against the door, hair streaming forward unfettered. "I'm sorry about Kirstie's fit back at the base. You didn't sign on for puke-and-tantrum duties with the tour guide gig"

Think about hurling kids. That would help. Right? "No big thing. Like I said before, I've seen worse fits. Hell, I've pitched worse. And I've definitely hurled on a friend's shoes back in my misspent youth."

Her low laugh whispered over him in the fresh countryside air. "Like you're ancient now?"

So she was evaluating his age. Interesting. "Not any more 'ancient' than you."

"Think again." Her laugh turned to a snort. "I'm certain I have a good six or seven years on you. Besides, in here," she tapped her chest, "I'm over a hundred in life experiences."

Ditto, lady. A great big ditto.

Memories of the crash, capture, later discovering people from his own country had sold him out palled the humor if not the desire right out of him. "Then we're running even."

She glanced at his scarred hands holding the wheel. Still she didn't ask. Respectful of boundaries? Or just afraid he'd take it as an invitation to cross hers?

Her eyes skated away, fixing on the nothing-filled horizon that she undoubtedly couldn't see, anyway, without her glasses. "Kirstie's a smart kid, already reads at a third-grade level. She's been checking out library books on illnesses. She knows how Kurt died—the basics anyway. But she tells everyone he died of this or that disease. I'm taking her to the school psychologist, who insists that other than an occasional case of the bubonic plague and self-denial, she's a perfectly normal kid."

"You're both handling some heavy crap."

She folded her hands in her lap, scarf bunched in her fists. "Please don't take this the wrong way. I appreciate that you're being nice in checking up on us. And I understand you probably have some 'heavy crap' of your own to deal with after what...my husband

—" two hitched breaths later she continued "—did to you. I wish I could reassure you, but honest to God I'm barely keeping my sanity here, and having you around is not helping."

"It's easier for you to run from me, then?"

"You're mighty judgmental for a man who hasn't walked in my shoes."

He plowed ahead with the conversation as well as the miles. "I'm going to be here for at least a couple of weeks with the broken plane."

Her eyes went wide, big pools of wary brown. "Bo—"

"I'd like to spend time with you and learn more about the treads life put on those shoes of yours."

"Because you're worried about Kirstie losing a parent?"

"Maybe I'm just attracted to you." Where had that come from? What a dumb-ass thing to say guaranteed to spook her. At least she couldn't jump out of the truck, since he had her kid in the back seat.

Her eyes went wider, damn near filling her face. "I'd rather you felt sorry for me."

Now didn't that smack him right down?

But he wasn't giving up. He steered along the narrowing road, her two-story white house breaking the monotony of flat road and fields. A speck appeared beyond and above. A small plane, a Cessna Skyhawk, also known as a Cessna 172. Four-person seating capacity, all-metal single-piston engine. High-wing monoplane—one long wing over the top of the plane.

His fingers clutched the steering wheel, and he could all but feel the plane's yoke in his grip. His hands and feet yearned to pilot that craft to the ground and adjust the pilot's approach. God, he loved to fly.

Paige's sigh gusted through the track cab. "There's my brother and my house."

Conversation and day over. Yeah, he heard her.

She was that wary of being alone together? In a good or bad way? Before he could follow the thought through to a possibly sensual conclusion, his attention snagged on the tiny craft descending, too fast. The Cessna's nose flared up, too high too soon. Who the hell was flying the plane? A five-year-old? Obviously some newbie looking to log hours for free. "That's your temporary pilot?"

"Yes." She crossed her arms defensively.

The nose gear hammered the landing strip. No damn surprise. His teeth ached in sympathy for the passenger. The plane bounced back up off the ground before nailing the asphalt twice more. Thank God the plane held together. This time. His determination to see more of Paige, to reassure himself, to find answers jelled into a simple answer that actually promised to be fun.

Purpose set, he threw the track into Park and his determination into overdrive. "You climb in the plane with him and you'll make your daughter an orphan before long."



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