breathtaking and he almost felt guilty for hating her guts at that moment-almost.
He didn’t want to congratulate the ladies, but he felt the expected gazes from the rest of the group. Niecy eyed his approach and smugly crossed her arms.
When he stopped before them, he lifted a tight smile and forced his congratulations through clenched teeth. “Nice flying, ladies.”
Sydney nodded.
“Wow,” Niecy commented. “That looked painful.”
Sydney elbowed her new friend.
“That’s all you’re going to get out of me for a streak of luck.”
Sydney’s smile vanished. “Luck?”
A few men snickered around them and Sydney’s face flushed a darker shade of burgundy. Remarkably, she was just as breathtaking angry as she was smiling. How was that possible? “It’s no big deal.” Jett shrugged. “We all get lucky from time to time.”
“Aw,” Sydney drawled sarcastically. “Are your little man feelings hurt because you were beaten by two girls?”
Jett’s spine stiffened.
Another round of snickering ensued as Sydney sensed she’d hit the nail on the head. Her smile returned as she eased up close to him. “If you’re going to fly against me, always be prepared to lose.”
Jett’s eyebrows rose. “Is that right?”
“That’s right,” she reaffirmed; her eyes and smile absent of amusement.
“Care to make a little wager on that?” he asked.
“What sort of wager?”
“Next time we go up if I win, you have to go out with me.”
“Should have know,” Niecy snorted. “You really do have a one-track mind.”
Sydney blinked, thrown for a moment, but looked as though to really consider his proposal. “And if I win?”
He shrugged at the obvious. “You don’t have to go out with me.”
“I don’t have to do that now.”
He smirked. “Okay, then what do you want?”
“Simple.”
Something told Jett to worry about the sinister twist to her full lips; but as it was, he was having a hard time keeping himself from leaning forward and stealing a kiss.
“If I win,” she continued, smiling. “Then you have to stand before the class and announce that you’re an egotistical sexist bastard who has now seen the error of your ways.”
Niecy let out a small hoot.
It was Jett’s turn to look horrified. “A little extreme, don’t you think?”
“No more extreme than me actually going out with you,” she retorted and mimicked Niecy’s pose.
Lord how much he wanted to kiss that over-confident smirk off her face. Remembering how she trembled in his arms yesterday, he was certain her bravado was just a front to cover her attraction.
“All right,” he said, jutting out his hand. “I accept the terms. You have a deal.” To his surprise, she hesitated a moment. Had she hoped he wouldn’t accept the wager?
At last, she slipped her hand into his. “Deal.”
Chapter 10
For the third day in a row, Jett stood before the class with his jaw clenched tight and his pride a thick mass in the center of his throat while he forced the words out his mouth, “I’m a egoistical sexist bastard and I’ve now seen the error of my ways.”
“Louder,” Sydney commanded with a wink. “I don’t think the fellas in the back can hear you.”
Jett tried his best to smite her with a narrowed look, but his efforts were only rewarded with a wider smile. The same smile he thought he loved a few days ago.
Sydney and Niecy giggled like teenagers from the front seats.
Though Jett no longer wanted to kiss the smirk from Sydney’s smug lips, he certainly wanted to wrap his large hands around her lovely neck and give it a good throttle. He wasn’t the only man who wanted to do so. He’d heard whispers when the men clustered together. Captain Garrett and Captain Post were bruising the men’s egos and carelessly flaunting their victories with smug smiles and girlish giggles.
Okay maybe they weren’t giggles-but it sure sounded like it to a bunch of annoyed and frustrated men.
“Well, thanks
He didn’t want to congratulate the ladies, but he felt the expected gazes from the rest of the group. Niecy eyed his approach and smugly crossed her arms.
When he stopped before them, he lifted a tight smile and forced his congratulations through clenched teeth. “Nice flying, ladies.”
Sydney nodded.
“Wow,” Niecy commented. “That looked painful.”
Sydney elbowed her new friend.
“That’s all you’re going to get out of me for a streak of luck.”
Sydney’s smile vanished. “Luck?”
A few men snickered around them and Sydney’s face flushed a darker shade of burgundy. Remarkably, she was just as breathtaking angry as she was smiling. How was that possible? “It’s no big deal.” Jett shrugged. “We all get lucky from time to time.”
“Aw,” Sydney drawled sarcastically. “Are your little man feelings hurt because you were beaten by two girls?”
Jett’s spine stiffened.
Another round of snickering ensued as Sydney sensed she’d hit the nail on the head. Her smile returned as she eased up close to him. “If you’re going to fly against me, always be prepared to lose.”
Jett’s eyebrows rose. “Is that right?”
“That’s right,” she reaffirmed; her eyes and smile absent of amusement.
“Care to make a little wager on that?” he asked.
“What sort of wager?”
“Next time we go up if I win, you have to go out with me.”
“Should have know,” Niecy snorted. “You really do have a one-track mind.”
Sydney blinked, thrown for a moment, but looked as though to really consider his proposal. “And if I win?”
He shrugged at the obvious. “You don’t have to go out with me.”
“I don’t have to do that now.”
He smirked. “Okay, then what do you want?”
“Simple.”
Something told Jett to worry about the sinister twist to her full lips; but as it was, he was having a hard time keeping himself from leaning forward and stealing a kiss.
“If I win,” she continued, smiling. “Then you have to stand before the class and announce that you’re an egotistical sexist bastard who has now seen the error of your ways.”
Niecy let out a small hoot.
It was Jett’s turn to look horrified. “A little extreme, don’t you think?”
“No more extreme than me actually going out with you,” she retorted and mimicked Niecy’s pose.
Lord how much he wanted to kiss that over-confident smirk off her face. Remembering how she trembled in his arms yesterday, he was certain her bravado was just a front to cover her attraction.
“All right,” he said, jutting out his hand. “I accept the terms. You have a deal.” To his surprise, she hesitated a moment. Had she hoped he wouldn’t accept the wager?
At last, she slipped her hand into his. “Deal.”
Chapter 10
For the third day in a row, Jett stood before the class with his jaw clenched tight and his pride a thick mass in the center of his throat while he forced the words out his mouth, “I’m a egoistical sexist bastard and I’ve now seen the error of my ways.”
“Louder,” Sydney commanded with a wink. “I don’t think the fellas in the back can hear you.”
Jett tried his best to smite her with a narrowed look, but his efforts were only rewarded with a wider smile. The same smile he thought he loved a few days ago.
Sydney and Niecy giggled like teenagers from the front seats.
Though Jett no longer wanted to kiss the smirk from Sydney’s smug lips, he certainly wanted to wrap his large hands around her lovely neck and give it a good throttle. He wasn’t the only man who wanted to do so. He’d heard whispers when the men clustered together. Captain Garrett and Captain Post were bruising the men’s egos and carelessly flaunting their victories with smug smiles and girlish giggles.
Okay maybe they weren’t giggles-but it sure sounded like it to a bunch of annoyed and frustrated men.
“Well, thanks
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