his class when heâd studied microbiology. Heâd loved the job as a Top Gun instructor. But it had all just been part of the bigger plan. The one that took him to the ultimate goal. And heâd seen many colleagues fall by the wayside. Serious relationships were off the cards. Sure, he datedâbut never for too long. A few months tops. He couldnât afford the distractions. Heâd seen other pilots and RIOâs affected by months away from their partners and children. One of his good friends had blown a test flight after finding out his kid was away for emergency surgery. It had taken two days to find him in the Arizona desert. All because he hadnât been focused on the job. And that was what was driving Austin nuts. He closed his eyes at night and images of Corrine Carter danced around his brain. The way her skirt hugged the curves of her backside. The way he permanently wanted to pull her shirts from her waistband. The fact that those long shapely legs and killer heels always caught his eye. It didnât matter that she was always dressed appropriately and slightly demurely. The thing that was killing him was that he wanted to know what lay beneath. The flirtation was obvious. She was attracted to him. He was attracted to her. But she had reservations about acting on it. Whereas he had none at all. Because he needed to get Corrine Carter out of his system. The other night had been pure impulse. Heâd been about two minutes into his run when heâd decided exactly where to go. The sight of Corrine in her skimpy T-shirt and shorts had made him realise heâd done exactly the right thing. Seeing her sitting in her old rocker on her wraparound porch, sipping wine, had almost made him think that sheâd been waiting for him. He was surprised when heâd checked out her address. Heâd expected her to stay in some serviced apartment on the outskirts of the city. The pale yellow clapboard farmhouse had been more than a little surprising. He only wished heâd got to see the inside. It seemed odd. Corrine was a stunner, with her own place and a great job. He was more than a little surprised that some guy hadnât completely swept her off her feet already. But there was something there. Something a little different. At times, she could seem a little detached. As if there were an invisible barrier just in front of her that stopped anyone getting too close. Why would she be like that? He frowned and picked up his screwdriver from the floor. Lisa was still bouncing around the place. He fixed her with a stare. Sheâd been good company since the start of training and they often joked together. âRight, lady. First time was a fluke. Ready for a rematch?â She spun around and put her hands on her hips. âTotally. But if I win again you have to go and find me a chocolate-frosted, custard-filled doughnut.â He raised his eyebrows. âInteresting choice. Very specific.â She put her arms back in the oversized gloves. âI know what I like.â He nodded in approval. âDo I get to tell the doc about your diet choices?â She gave him a quick wink. âOh, Iâm sure you and the doc can come to an understanding about whatâs kept secret.â She had a dopey smile on her face. He narrowed his gaze. Other people were definitely noticing. And that was partly his fault after the dare in the bar. They thought it had something to do with his love of a challenge rather than anything else. More distractions. He had to get this woman out from under his skin. Lisa gave a little cough. âDarn it. Trust me to get an itch while Iâm stuck in these gloves.â Austin decided to be wicked. âWant me to scratch it for you?â Lisa laughed. âNot a chance, buster. You know Iâm going to beat you. Youâre just running scared.â He gave his best villain impersonation. âPrepare to be