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confusion. “You’ve been on tour with
     shows before, right? Haven’t you flown all over the country?”
    “Not in glorified tin cans!”
    Well, this was getting him nowhere—except, perhaps, to a clear way out of this whole
     situation. Sam could’ve been standing there in full uniform, a chest full of candy
     attesting to his expertise in the cockpit, but it wouldn’t have made a difference
     to Brynn. She didn’t trust anything about the Piper.
    “Look. We don’t have time to run through the safety record of the plane, or for you
     to get therapy about this.”
    She pulled her hand from her face far enough to make it a fist. “Did I say I needed
     therapy?”
    “Don’t think you had to.”
    Shit. What was that , with the aw-shucks line straight from one of Franzen’s lame musicals? Worse yet,
     what was this electric shock through his chest when his “sweet understanding” instantly
     turned her eyes into huge pools?
    Wrong. This was all wrong. Her horror should’ve been his triumph. Her reticence, flipped into his golden opportunity. At the very least, he
     needed to be blasting fate a new asshole for withholding this loophole last night , when he’d gone hand-to-hand with the women and nearly ended up in traction because
     of it.
    Now, his goddamn brain was in the sling, instead—completely useless for lending his
     voice any kind of authority.
    Thank fuck they were standing at the center of a tarmac and not the middle of a Catacomb
     playroom.
    Annnd just like that, his body didn’t pay attention to any orders, either. Was it
     expected to, when his imagination had suddenly populated Brynn Monet onto a St. Andrews
     cross, naked and bound and spread for him?
    Goodbye, pansy musical dude.
    Hello, Master Reb—the Dom who’d let entirely too much time pass since his last dungeon
     play session.
    And now really needed to make sure this woman didn’t get on a plane with him, to fly to a ranch
     house on twenty acres in the middle of Texas hill country.
    “Okay, so this is going to be a problem for you.” Much better. Firm, decisive, final. “So no harm, no foul. Shay’s still right over there.
     You can just leave with him, and—”
    Her glare cut him short before her retort did. “Wouldn’t that fix everything perfectly for you?” She huffed out a laugh, shaking her head. “Plays
     right into your wildest dreams, doesn’t it?”
    You do not want to know what my wildest dreams are made of, cher.
    “My needs aren’t important right now.” He thinned his lips. “And neither are yours.
     We’re wasting time bickering and biting our nails,”—pointedly, he dropped his gaze
     to the finger she’d been tearing at—“when we should be getting clearance from the
     tower and getting our asses out of here.”
    Not a shred of Broadway Joe in that one, either. As a matter of fact, he should’ve
     been damn proud of every snarled syllable.
    Then why did he feel like such a douche when her shoulders fell again…and her chin
     trembled, fighting back intense emotions? “I am extremely aware of our time constraints,
     Sergeant. There’s not a second that goes by when I’m not aware.”
    Sam finally made himself useful by stepping over with perfect timing, saving them
     both from a surely awkward silence. “Greetings. You must be Brynna. You’re famous
     already around here, you know.”
    She flashed a smile that never made it to her eyes. “Peachy. Great to meet you, errrr…”
    “Sam.” He picked up her hand then bowed over it, brushing lips along her knuckles.
     “Commander Sam Mackenna, of Her Majesty’s Royal Air Force. I’m on loan to the ruffians
     over at Nellis for a few weeks.”
    “But right now, he should be finishing his pre-flight inspection.” Rebel all but broke
     in between them, disgruntled as hell to watch Mackenna turn on the courtly accent
     and the King Charles manners, a sure sign he was jockeying for some coo-coo-get-in-my-pants
     action. No fucking way .