couldnât have expected anything lessâbut he still shocked her. She shook her head as he started off running again, moving quickly across the ground in the direction heâd come. Her legs had gone all spongy and she half staggered back against the wall of the house, one hand across her belly, the other up next to her throat. The skin that heâd touched was still tingling. It was on fire. Craving his touch again. No one had ever kissed her like that. Ever. She fixed on his figure as he disappeared into the distance, pressing her lips together to stop her calling him back. Austin Mitchell was bad news. Very bad news. And she would have to keep telling herself that. Over and over again.
CHAPTER SEVEN C ORRINE STARED AT the records in front of her. She had the oddest feeling. She stood up and walked over to her glass window. The candidates were on the other side of it, in the computer tech room learning about some of the equipment on the space station. It didnât matter how hard she tried. Her eyes went first to Austin. He was talking to Lisa Kravitz, the school teacher. They were laughing and joking as they tried to repair something wearing the biggest pair of gloves imaginable. They would do the same exercise over and over again in the next few months, eventually trying it in a zero-gravity environment. Lisa threw back her head and laughed at something Austin had said. Corrine felt a little surge of jealousy but shook it off immediately. Sheâd spent the last two weeks avoiding Austin. It hadnât been too hard. The candidates had spent most of the last two weeks in lectures and learning from manuals. People really had no idea how much equipment was in use in space, and how many things could go wrong with it. Every member of the team had to be able to maintain, repair and rebuild essential equipment if necessary. It wasnât easy to find spare parts in space and they often had to improvise. In any case, whenever she closed her eyes her brain went into overtime. It was almost as if the memory of that kiss was haunting her. To say nothing of the buzz that flared in her skin or her lips. The last thing she wanted to do right now was to be face to face with Austin Mitchell. But Lisa Kravitz was another story. She folded her arms across her chest. The candidates were monitored regularly and Lisa had lost a little weight. She looked tired. It could just be that she was excited about her training and was eating differently from normal. But was she also looking a little paler? Some people didnât believe in gut instinct. But in Corrineâs experience it had always served her well. It was time to call Lisa in for some blood work. As she moved away Austin looked up and caught her eye. This time there was no smile. No wink. Instead, for the first time since sheâd met him, he put his head down and carried on with his work. * * * Darn it. One glimpse of familiar dark suit was enough to distract him from the task at hand. His screwdriver slipped from his hand and landed on the mat below. Opposite him, Lisa gave the air a punch. âYes, I win!â He grimaced. He hated losingâat anything. This was no different. But what smarted even more was the fact that he hadnât even caught Corrine Carter looking. By the time heâd run the six miles back to camp after that kiss his body still hadnât returned to normal. Heâd had to stand in the coldest shower known to man to try and still the blood pumping around his body. This was driving him nuts. From the moment heâd heard those heels clicking across the hangar towards him and Corrine Carter had come into view every sense in his body had been on fire. This wasnât him. This wasnât the kind of person he was. He couldnât be. He had a goal. Space. And heâd long ago realised that to get there everything else had to be sidelined. Heâd excelled as a navy pilot. Heâd been top of