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shook his head, not understanding.
"Yeah. The fifth thing you're sorry about. Coming here last night."
How was he supposed to answer that? Hell no, he wasn't sorry about their time spent together. But he was sorry as hell that he had brought this mess, literally, to her door. Would he do it all over again, knowing what he knew now? The answer should be no, he wouldn't. But he didn't know if he could say that and still be honest. Not with memories of last night, of this morning, so clear in his mind.
"CC, if I hadn't come here last night, you wouldn't have been involved. So yeah, I wish I would have just stayed home."
"I see. But, are you sorry about what happened?"
"Between us? No. No, I'm not sorry about that."
"Good. Neither am I." Her lips widened in a smile as she fisted her hand in his shirt and pulled him down, closer, until her lips pressed against his. He held himself still for the space of a heartbeat, certain they were both crazy, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even closer.
The kiss was too short, yet he was still breathing heavy when she pulled away.
"Well, then. Let's get you home." She smiled up at him again then started walking away, leaving Dave staring after her in confusion. She was almost out of the room when he finally found his voice.
"What do you mean, 'us'?"
She looked over her shoulder, her long hair swinging against her back. "Just what I said. I'm the one with the gun, remember?"
"Yeah. I do now. But that doesn't mean—"
"You don't have a choice in the matter, Big Guy, okay?"
"But—"
"No buts. Gun, remember?"
He gritted his teeth, knowing he was losing the argument and not sure why. Hell, he wasn't even sure what the argument was. His mind whirled, searching for something, anything, to sway her from following him home. He didn't need her there, didn't want to drag her into his own personal mess any more than he already had. In desperation, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind, something completely senseless and inane.
"About that gun. If you were a guy, I'd ask what you were over-compensating for."
Whatever reaction he hoped for, it wasn't her sudden laughter. He gritted his teeth again, knowing he had already lost the battle. Probably before it even started.
"You've already seen everything I have, Big Guy. I guess you can answer better than I if I'm compensating for anything. As for the gun, don't worry. I just like how it freaks people out when they see it. It amuses me."
She winked then walked out of the room, leaving him staring after her, his jaw still clenched and his face heating in embarrassment.
It amused her to freak people out. Dave knew he should be surprised, but he wasn't. He had only just met her, but already learned that she thrived on the unexpected.
And yeah, on top of everything else that had happened in the last thirty-six hours, it freaked him out a bit to realize he already knew that about her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The air in the hangar was cool. The scent of early autumn mixed with the saltier brackish smell of the nearby water, adding a slight tang to the air. CC breathed in deeply, inhaling the crisp air as her boot steps echoed against the concrete floor. She loved this time of year, the crisp air and rich colorful scents. Her dad's voice rang in the back of her mind, calling her nuts, telling her you couldn't see smells, and she almost smiled.
Almost.
But she had too much on her mind right now to spare time thinking about home and her parents. She missed them, missed her brothers, and knew she was overdue for a visit.
But she didn't have time to spare for that right now, either.
She climbed into the passenger compartment of the helicopter, scooting in on her butt, then began her daily inspection. The routine was soothing, familiar, almost as natural as breathing. Equipment checks, inventory, the act of checking to make sure everything was where it should be.
Just as she liked it.
She ran down the list, checking each
"Yeah. The fifth thing you're sorry about. Coming here last night."
How was he supposed to answer that? Hell no, he wasn't sorry about their time spent together. But he was sorry as hell that he had brought this mess, literally, to her door. Would he do it all over again, knowing what he knew now? The answer should be no, he wouldn't. But he didn't know if he could say that and still be honest. Not with memories of last night, of this morning, so clear in his mind.
"CC, if I hadn't come here last night, you wouldn't have been involved. So yeah, I wish I would have just stayed home."
"I see. But, are you sorry about what happened?"
"Between us? No. No, I'm not sorry about that."
"Good. Neither am I." Her lips widened in a smile as she fisted her hand in his shirt and pulled him down, closer, until her lips pressed against his. He held himself still for the space of a heartbeat, certain they were both crazy, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even closer.
The kiss was too short, yet he was still breathing heavy when she pulled away.
"Well, then. Let's get you home." She smiled up at him again then started walking away, leaving Dave staring after her in confusion. She was almost out of the room when he finally found his voice.
"What do you mean, 'us'?"
She looked over her shoulder, her long hair swinging against her back. "Just what I said. I'm the one with the gun, remember?"
"Yeah. I do now. But that doesn't mean—"
"You don't have a choice in the matter, Big Guy, okay?"
"But—"
"No buts. Gun, remember?"
He gritted his teeth, knowing he was losing the argument and not sure why. Hell, he wasn't even sure what the argument was. His mind whirled, searching for something, anything, to sway her from following him home. He didn't need her there, didn't want to drag her into his own personal mess any more than he already had. In desperation, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind, something completely senseless and inane.
"About that gun. If you were a guy, I'd ask what you were over-compensating for."
Whatever reaction he hoped for, it wasn't her sudden laughter. He gritted his teeth again, knowing he had already lost the battle. Probably before it even started.
"You've already seen everything I have, Big Guy. I guess you can answer better than I if I'm compensating for anything. As for the gun, don't worry. I just like how it freaks people out when they see it. It amuses me."
She winked then walked out of the room, leaving him staring after her, his jaw still clenched and his face heating in embarrassment.
It amused her to freak people out. Dave knew he should be surprised, but he wasn't. He had only just met her, but already learned that she thrived on the unexpected.
And yeah, on top of everything else that had happened in the last thirty-six hours, it freaked him out a bit to realize he already knew that about her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The air in the hangar was cool. The scent of early autumn mixed with the saltier brackish smell of the nearby water, adding a slight tang to the air. CC breathed in deeply, inhaling the crisp air as her boot steps echoed against the concrete floor. She loved this time of year, the crisp air and rich colorful scents. Her dad's voice rang in the back of her mind, calling her nuts, telling her you couldn't see smells, and she almost smiled.
Almost.
But she had too much on her mind right now to spare time thinking about home and her parents. She missed them, missed her brothers, and knew she was overdue for a visit.
But she didn't have time to spare for that right now, either.
She climbed into the passenger compartment of the helicopter, scooting in on her butt, then began her daily inspection. The routine was soothing, familiar, almost as natural as breathing. Equipment checks, inventory, the act of checking to make sure everything was where it should be.
Just as she liked it.
She ran down the list, checking each
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