The Daredevil. Kira Sinclair

isn’t the place for that kind of discussion, Major. It was one night. A long time ago. And it doesn’t matter.”

      WHAT A COOL LITTLE LIAR she was. It did matter. She might not want it to, but her body remembered every last second of their night together. Her stiff little nipples fighting against her standard-issue shirt proved that.

      He sure as hell remembered every last second, in living, vivid, Technicolor detail. He also remembered waking up alone in a big, cold bed.

      He had not been happy.

      Chase had known she’d be here today. Her presence was the only bright spot in the events that had led up to his appointment to the squadron. Any pilot worth his salt wanted a chance to perform with the best of the best. And he did, too. He just wished his chance hadn’t come at the expense of several soldiers.

      What he hadn’t known was how he’d react to seeing her. He’d expected to be angry, a little upset at the very least. He had not relished having the tables turned on him that morning. He was usually the one to back out gracefully after a one-night stand.

      But perhaps that was the problem. For him, it hadn’t been a one-night stand. It had been the culmination of six years of wondering what they would have been like together if they’d gotten the chance. And the reality had shot his fantasies out of the sky in a blazing burst of orgasmic proportions.

      Apparently, she hadn’t felt the same—if her behavior then and now was any indication. Instead of the warm, sexy, unbelievably amazing woman he’d held in his arms, Sabrina McAllister had reverted to the calm, cool exterior she clung wholeheartedly to. The urge to fluster her was strong.

      It had bothered him that he’d thought of her—exclusively—for months. No woman had ever held that kind of control over his interest before. Plenty of beautiful, sexy, smart women had been part of his life through the years. But only Sabrina McAllister had stayed there long after she was gone.

      Maybe it was being in Iraq, with a shortage of time, energy and availability for sexual conquests. But he doubted it. Something in his gut told him it was Sabrina herself. Which was a problem.

      He didn’t know what to do with her—or his all-consuming desire to possess her again. He’d only talked to her for five minutes and he could barely concentrate on anything else.

      He didn’t want a long-term relationship.

      He traveled enough being a pilot. He was at the mercy of the air force whims. He had no control over where he went or when he’d be home.

      But that made his attraction to Sabrina complicated. If they weren’t working together he would have simply indulged in a wild affair for as long as it lasted and then walked away when they were both done. But now walking away wasn’t an option.

      The problem was he had no idea if he could keep his hands off of her. Or if he even wanted to try.

      Shaking his head, he decided he didn’t need to solve the problem today. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he watched Sabrina stride away. The straight, knee-length skirt of her uniform played against the backs of her thighs. Each step stretched the material taut over the curve of her derriere. He’d had firsthand knowledge of the body she preferred to keep covered.

      It was one hell of a juicy secret. One he didn’t mind keeping all to himself.

      Shaking away the memories, Chase focused his attention back to where it belonged…his new assignment.

      The past several months of his life hadn’t exactly been a picnic—and if that wasn’t the understatement of the year he didn’t know what was.

      As if spending each and every day with the responsibility of protecting fighting men and women hadn’t been enough, he’d somehow become a very reluctant war hero. A simple action on his part had gotten him way more attention than he’d ever wanted. What had started out as the mistake of a lifetime, losing a multimillion-dollar plane to ground fire, had turned into the media sensation of the nation.

      His job had been simple. Protect the convoy heading into the northern part of the country. And he’d failed. Miserably. He’d been unable to help himself, let alone the men and women he was supposed to protect.

      He’d simply been doing his job when he’d found the New York senator and his assistant cowering behind a blazing pile of metal after ejecting from his totaled plane. The fact that the man was being groomed to run in the next presidential election hadn’t helped Chase any. Nor had the man’s undying and unending praise as he’d granted interviews to every damn news outlet in the country.

      People had died. Because of his call they’d diverted a helicopter meant to pick up wounded from another part of the convoy half a mile away. Another chopper had been sent but it hadn’t gotten there fast enough for some. Soldiers had died—soldiers who might have made it if they’d gotten medical attention sooner. And that was his fault. The mission hadn’t been a success. And he sure as hell didn’t deserve a medal. But apparently, he was the only one who saw it that way.

      The attention did not sit well.

      Wanting something to drive out the ever-present visions of torn bodies, burning hunks of metal and agonizing screams, he found himself following Sabrina, reaching out for her. He grabbed onto her arm, stopping her before she could disappear again. “Have dinner with me.”

      Chase fought the urge to pull her closer into his space. Something in the tilt of her head told him that would not be wise.

      “I don’t date pilots.”

      Unable to stop himself, he moved nearer, pulling in a breath of her. The fresh strawberry scent of some female bath product washed over him. It was sweet and innocent, feminine and pretty. It didn’t match the passionate woman of his memories. Somehow it didn’t match the polished exterior before him either.

      “Who said anything about a date? I believe we have some unfinished business to discuss.”

      The alarm that widened her eyes surprised him. He hadn’t expected that strong a response from her. Maybe he’d assumed the wrong thing when she’d snuck away from him in the middle of the night.

      “Wh…what do we have to discuss?”

      “Why you disappeared, for one. The picture you left was a nice touch.” He moved into her space, letting his fingers brush lightly against the cotton sleeve of her shirt. He couldn’t touch her more, even if she’d have let him, without drawing attention. “Did you know I took it with me? To Iraq?”

      She shook her head, her eyes swimming with emotions too tangled for him to pull apart and name.

      She moved away from him, leaving him with a cold and clammy feeling he wasn’t used to and didn’t like.

      “There are things we need to talk about. Dinner tonight would be fine. After that, it’s strictly business, though.”

      He laughed silently as she spun on her heel and walked away.

      Yeah, right. There was nothing just business about the energy humming between them. It had been there from the moment he’d met her seven years ago and it wasn’t going anywhere just because Sabrina no longer wished it to exist.

      She might have run away from him before. But this time she had nowhere to go.

      SHE’D GONE HOME, looked in the mirror and decided to leave her uniform on. It was a layer. A wall between the competent, military woman she was and the whimsical, reckless side of her personality that only seemed to break free around Chase.

      Did barriers work if the person you were trying to keep out—or rather in—was yourself?

      Rina didn’t know, but she was damn sure going to try.

      She looked across the small bar table at Chase.

      He was different. She’d been too preoccupied to notice this afternoon, but now that she had nothing to distract her…There was still plenty of his normal swagger and charm to