Destiny's Woman. Lindsay McKenna

choose the personnel who would be going with them, three enlisted people who would provide support for them in all respects.

      As he followed Akiva into her tiny office on the second floor of the H.Q., he realized it was the first time he’d been in it.

      “Close the door,” she told him as she pushed several flight reports aside on her green metal desk, dropped her new manuals there and sat down. “Sit over there,” she said, pointing to a green metal chair in the corner that had at least a dozen files stacked on it.

      Closing the door quietly, Joe walked over to the chair, picked up the files and set them on the floor. He moved the chair to the opposite side of the desk from where she was sitting. Joe sensed her brittleness and distrust toward him. He could tell by her abruptness that she was stressed. But more than anything, he wanted this liaison to work between them.

      Joe had to keep himself from staring at her. Akiva could have been a model in some chic Paris show, wearing designer clothes. Her face was angular and classic, with high cheekbones, wide intelligent eyes and a soft, full mouth.

      Giving her a lopsided smile, he sat down and said, “You’ve been here at Black Jaguar Base for three years. I’m sure you’ve got some ideas of the personnel you’d like to have come with us?” Even as he asked the question, Joe wondered why he’d been chosen to be Akiva’s X.O. She wasn’t easy to work with—except in the cockpit, where she was all business.

      He saw her gold eyes narrow speculatively on him. “Yes, I do have a list of people I want.” Her nostrils flared as she waited for his reaction.

      Joe sat there relaxed, his hands clasped on the desk in front of him. He was darkly tanned, the color emphasizing his large gray eyes. A lock of ebony hair dipped rebelliously across his wrinkled brow. She wished she could ignore him, but she’d promised Maya to try and make this work. “I’m new at this,” she muttered defiantly.

      “What? Being a C.O. instead of a pilot taking orders?”

      She ignored his teasing demeanor. “Yes.” The word came out like a trap snapping shut.

      “When Major Stevenson told me I was going to be X.O., I wondered if I had the right stuff to do it.” Opening his hands, Joe sat back and said, “It’s one thing to be a pilot. Someone’s always giving you orders and setting the tasks up for you. It’s another to be figuring out the tasks and handin’ them out.” He gave her an understanding smile.

      Joe had long dealt with his own fear of not living up to his assignments. He supposed that had had to do with his childhood. None of his peers had ever expected much of a half-breed. To this day, he lived in terror of someone finding out he’d made a mistake and marking it down in his military personnel jacket, where it would be counted against him later on.

      Akiva grabbed a piece of paper and frowned down at it. Joe had a lot less pride than she did. She wasn’t about to admit to him her reservations about being a C.O. His sincere humility was a powerful draw to her. He wasn’t one of those testosterone-filled studs who snorted and stomped around, beating their chests and proclaiming they were the best pilots or leaders in the world. “You were chosen because of your night optic background.”

      The words were like an insult being hurled at him, but Joe allowed it to slide off him. “You sit tall in the saddle,” he drawled. When he saw her head snap up, and she gave him a confused look, he grinned a little. “Another Texas saying. I guess now that we’re gonna be workin’ close, you’ll get a gutful of ’em. It means that you’re the right person to be chosen to head up this mission. It’s a compliment.”

      Why couldn’t he be just as nasty and snarling as she was toward him? It would make Akiva’s life a helluva lot easier. Anger, prejudice and hatred were things she knew how to battle. His laid-back nature in the face of her prickliness made her panicky inside.

      Maya’s advice about Akiva’s need to leave her prejudice behind in order to make the transition to a C.O. droned in her head. Damn, forgetting her past hurts was going to be the hardest thing in the world. As she searched Joe’s friendly gray eyes and dropped her gaze to his full, mobile mouth, Akiva decided he must have led a rich and spoiled existence. No, he hadn’t had life hurled at him like she had. Would he be able to handle this mission as her X.O.?

      Wrestling with her anger and anxiety, she choked out, “Thanks…I think…for the compliment.”

      “You rode horses growin’ up, didn’t you?” Joe decided that maybe the best tact with Akiva was to get to know her on a more personal level. If he could disarm her prickly nature, it would serve all of them.

      “Yes, I did.” She scribbled some words at the top of the paper, trying to ignore his gaze.

      “My daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler, a big rig, for a living. When I was a tadpole, he said I needed a horse. I remember he bought me this old fifteen-year-old quarter horse called Poncho. The horse had arthritis bad in the knees, but I was five years old and thought I’d died and gone to hog heaven.”

      Akiva’s hand poised over the paper. Whether she liked to admit it or not, she enjoyed Joe’s stories; she had since she’d first begun training with him. Even in the cockpit, while he was teaching the upgrade features of the optic night scope to her, he’d told her stories. They always served to relax her, and even now she could feel the tightness in her neck and shoulders beginning to dissolve at the sound of his soft Southern voice.

      “Now, old Poncho, as my daddy called ’em, was an old ropin’ horse of some repute. But for me, well, I was a greenhorn five-year-old who’d never thrown a leg over a horse before. Every self-respectin’ Texan learns how to ride. Texas is a proud state with a long tradition of cowboys and cattle. My daddy was bound and determined to initiate me into Texas ways.” Joe saw interest flicker in Akiva’s shadowed eyes as she stared across the desk at him. She’d stopped writing to listen. Somehow, his storytelling was a connection with her that was good and healthy. It made his heart swell with unexpected happiness. Still, he knew Akiva would probably take that war ax she wore on her belt to his skull if he even breathed the possibility that he was drawn to her, man to woman.

      “Apaches rode horses until they died under them,” Akiva said. “My great-great-grandmother rode with Geronimo and was one of his best warriors. I remember stories about her passed down through the women in our family. Apaches have endurance, Chief Calhoun. They would ride up to fifty miles a day, escaping the cavalry. Most of the time there were no horses around. If they found any, they’d steal them and ride them into exhaustion, then get off and keep trotting on foot in order to stay free of the white men chasing them.”

      “Impressive,” Joe murmured, leaning forward. He saw the pride reflected in her aloof face, in the way she held her chin at an arrogant angle. “I don’t know that much about your people, but I’d like to learn.” And he would, only for other reasons—personal ones. Again he saw her eyes grow more golden for a moment. He was learning by reading her body language what impacted her positively. She was a woman who held her cards close to her chest, giving little away of how she might be feeling inside. Of course, Joe understood why. A combat helicopter pilot couldn’t be hanging her emotional laundry out to dry in the middle of a dangerous flight mission.

      “I come from very tough stock.” Akiva said, then scowled and jabbed her finger at the paper in front of her. “We need to get to work here, Chief.”

      “Could you call me Joe when we’re alone? I don’t usually stand on protocol unless I need to.”

      Her mouth tightened. They were both the same rank. His request wasn’t out of line. “Yeah…I guess…”

      He was pushing her and he knew it. There was anger in her eyes now, and her mouth was a tight line, holding in a lot of unspoken words he was sure she wanted to fire off at him. “Thanks,” he said genially, but with a serious look on his face.

      Exhaling loudly, Akiva muttered, “These are the women I want coming with us,” and she turned the paper around and shoved it in Joe’s direction.

      As he slowly read down through the list, Akiva