Ex-fighter pilot, Logan Reid, is exactly the kind of man I
despise. He’s a cocky jet jock, a former Navy Blue Angel, and full of all the
arrogance that comes with being the best of the best.
I’m an ex-Zoomie, an Air Force tanker pilot. The rivalry
between our sister services is nothing compared to that between fighter jocks
and tanker pilots. We’re bitter rivals and I’m low-man (woman) on the totem
pole
The last thing I need is to spend six hours at thirty-five
thousand feet locked in a cockpit with the cocky captain. But I have no choice.
I’m his co-pilot, and we’re taking the CEO of Montague Enterprises, and his
family, on a mini-vacation to the Grand Caymans.
We have three days on the ground before we fly back.
Three long days in paradise and he wants to spend them all
with me.
I have a thing for fighter pilots.
It isn’t animosity, exactly, but rather a deep-seated
dislike. They get all the glory while the rest of us sit at the butt end of
their jokes and wither beneath their ridicule.
I hate fighter pilots. There, I said it. I hate the arrogant
pricks with a passion.
But after one look into those magnetic eyes, and the
devastating wink which follows, I’m thinking of throwing caution to the wind.
What harm can come from some innocent flirting? Besides, it’s not as if my job
is at risk.
I’m not prepared for the air to sizzle when he’s close.
I’m not ready for our explosive chemistry when he touches my
skin.
I’m not equipped for the fallout when our three days come to
an end.
And I never expected to fall in love.
But all good things come to an end.
I wasn’t prepared when I walked away.
And I wasn’t ready for what came next.
He’s arrogant.
He’s cocky.
He’s determined to get what he wants.
And he’s refuses to
let this end.
He’s fighting for a forever…with me.
But, I’m not ready for our beginning.
He’s arrogant enough to prove me wrong.
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