to the next section in silence. He was starting to recognize that she did that. She thought about things a lot. Saw things, things that others didnât. He began to wonder just how rare it was that heâd gotten past her defenses by asking if she was TJâs daughter. Pretty damned rare would be his guess.
He pulled the wrenches out of his back pocket. He hadnât even remembered grabbing them while he was in the truck. Training paid off, made some motions automatic, even though heâd been distracted by the extra drones in the black boxes.
She tightened the bolts nicely. Really good hands. Strong, but with that impossibly feminine slenderness. Long, strong fingers. Like sheâd been born to play the guitar or something. Again, he started to picture her in some rock and roll⦠no, country band. Sheâd be the quiet, total knockout of a bass player. Not the showman, or rather showgirl, that got all the attention as heâd been imagining yesterday. Even in an all-girlsâ country band, sheâd be the one heâd be watching.
They finished assembling the droneâs retrieval tower in silence, thirty feet of pipe upward and an arm sticking out ten feet to the side. He cranked it up into position until it towered three stories above them.
Just stay focused on the job.
That was going to be his best bet.
By the way she looked at him yesterday, Carly had already made it clear that any headway heâd made rescuing TJ had been totally offset by his question about her family.
Chapter 6
Carly looked up at the fragile rig sheâd just helped assemble. A tall pole with a sideways extension sticking out of the top and a couple of thin guy wires for support. From the tip of the extension, a rope dangled down. SteveââMerksâ was just silly, though the nickname did kind of fit him when heâd rappelled out of the helicopter to save TJâs lifeâmoved with a speed borne of confidence as he set up the equipment. Not just born of practice, but of innate skill. Sheâd bet that whatever he did, heâd do it well.
âWhat does this do?â He clearly wasnât going to talk about his leg and how heâd injured it. And she didnât want to talk about how scared sheâd been by TJâs accident and how chaotic her emotions had been all yesterday. Sheâd come out to help him this morning as an apology for the total shit sheâd been to him yesterday, newbie or not. Apparently not.
She hadnât pinned him as a smokie, though she should have. Only a smokie would have jumped the fire in a light shirt and jeans to rescue TJ. Only a first-class smokejumper would be so driven to overachieve.
Steve attached a couple of heavy shock cords to the lower end of the rope and attached those to the trailer, drawing the rope taut.
âItâs how I land the drone. I fly it into the rope. The rope slides along the wing and gets caught on the wingtip. Sort of snags it out of the sky.â
âAnd if you miss?â
Steve stood up from finishing the attachment on the trailer. He aimed his ridiculous smile at her. Sheâd thought it ridiculous the first time sheâd seen it. It started on the left side of his face, a quirk of the corner of his lips, then a sideways slide that would have been a leer on most menâs faces, but his dark eyes joined in and softened it.
âI never miss.â
âYeah, right.â What else could she say to a line like that?
âIf I ever did, Iâd fly it around and come back at it again. In an emergency, I could aim for a clump of bushes or a field of corn, maybe. But then Iâd have a lot of repair work to do and MHA wouldnât appreciate the spare-parts bill.â
She looked up at the rope again and tried to ignore how he looked at her. Sheâd long since learned that guys couldnât stop looking at her and that it meant absolutely nothing.
But somehow with Steve it was different.
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