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She felt wildly off-center as he shut the door and took his place behind the wheel, his eyes meeting hers in the rearview mirror as he pulled out onto the road.
…
He wasn’t sure what to call that color of blue, but her eyes were stunning, and he was, well, stunned. They were the same shade as the water near some of the Florida beaches he’d seen on vacation. Bluer than the skies of his beloved Colorado. They were…going to get them into an accident if he didn’t watch the road. He cleared his throat and focused on driving.
“You didn’t seem surprised to hear that we’re sisters,” Constance remarked.
“Is anyone ever surprised to hear you’re sisters?” he joked. Constance was maybe an inch shorter than Scarlett and had the same piercing blue eyes, but hers lacked the fire that kept his gaze darting back in the rearview.
“Our father, I suppose,” Constance answered.
Jameson laughed.
“Guess which of us is older,” Constance suggested.
“Scarlett,” he answered without pausing to think it over.
“Why would you say that?” Scarlett challenged with a slight tilt to her head.
“You’re protective of her.”
Her eyes flared with surprise and her lips tugged upward.
“She’s only eleven months older, but she acts as if it’s eleven years,” Constance teased.
That earned a full smile from Scarlett, accompanied by a shake of her head. Damn, she was a knockout. Who the hell left a woman like that to walk down the street? His brow puckered. “So what happened to your ride? I’m guessing you hadn’t planned on walking all the way back to the station.”
“She probably lost track of time,” Scarlett answered in a tone that made him exceptionally glad he wasn’t the one who’d forgotten.
Not a man, then. He filed that fact.
“We appeared to have overestimated a friend’s ability to remember appointments,” Constance added. “Your accent is lovely. Where are you from?”
“Colorado,” he answered as a pang of homesickness stabbed quick and deep. “Haven’t seen her in over a year, but she’s still home.” He missed the mountains and the crisp lines they cut against the sky. He missed the way the air felt in his lungs, light and clear. He missed his parents and Sunday dinners. But none of that would exist for long if they didn’t win this thing.
“You’re with the 609?” Scarlett asked with the same accent her sister had, the one that screamed money and education.
“For a few months now.” He’d gotten to France only to be told that he was needed in England, and he wasn’t the only one. There were a few of them in the 609, and the Brits had welcomed them with open arms once they’d shown their skills in the sky. “What about you two?”
He fought the urge to drive slower, to make the trip last a little longer just so he could see Scarlett smile again, even though he knew stopping had already put him in danger of being late to the flight line. His gut tightened as their eyes met in the mirror for another flash of a second before she looked away.
“We’re both clerks in sector operations.” Constance lifted her eyebrows at Scarlett.
“We’ve been in for about a year now,” Scarlett added.
Two sisters. Both officers. Same position. Stationed together. Jameson was willing to bet that Daddy had money or influence. Most likely both. Wait…sector operations? He’d raise that bet to his whole month’s pay that they were plotters. “You move a lot of flags over there?”
Scarlett arched a brow, and his entire body tightened.
“You honestly think we pilots don’t know?” They were saving his ass, that was for sure. Plotters tracked all aircraft movement in the sky with the help of radio operators and RDF-Range and Direction Finding, creating the very map he flew by when the raids came. They were also top secret.
“I wouldn’t presume to guess what you know,” Scarlett responded with a faint smile.
Not only was she gorgeous but smart, too, and the fact that she didn’t let on that he was right-when he now knew he was-earned his respect. He was intrigued. He was attracted. He was in a damnable mess because he only had a few more minutes with her.
The minute they passed through the gate, a pit formed in his stomach, and the odometer ticked like a countdown. He’d been stationed here nearly a month and he’d never seen her. What were the chances he’d ever see her again?
Ask her out.
The idea nagged at him as he pulled up in front of the women’s barracks-the Brits called them huts. The entire station was still under construction, but at least these were done.
The girls climbed out before he could open their door, which didn’t surprise him. The English girls he’d met since landing in country had learned to do a lot for themselves in the last year the UK had been at war.
He took their bags from the trunk but held on to Scarlett’s as she reached for it.
Their fingers brushed.
His heart jolted.
She startled but didn’t pull back.
“Can I take you to dinner?” he asked before he lost the nerve, which wasn’t something he’d particularly had to worry about lately, but something about Scarlett had him tongue-tied.
Her eyes flared wide, and her cheeks flushed with heat. “Oh. Well…” Her gaze darted toward her sister, who was doing a poor job of hiding a smile.
Scarlett didn’t let go of her luggage. Neither did he.
…
“Is that a yes?” he asked with a grin that just about took her knees out of service.
Trouble. For the first time in her life, she didn’t want to avoid it.
“Stanton!” another pilot called out as he walked over with Mary tucked beneath his arm and her lipstick smudging his face. At least that question was answered.
Mary gasped, then cringed. “Oh no. I’m so sorry! I knew I was forgetting something today!”
“Don’t worry about it. Seems to have worked out for everyone involved,” Constance responded with a cheeky little smile, her engagement ring winking in the sun.
Scarlett narrowed her eyes at her sister before a tiny tug reminded her that she still stood on the pavement with her luggage suspended between herself and Jameson. What kind of name was Jameson, anyway? Did he prefer it to James? Jamie, perhaps?
“I’m glad to see you, Stanton. Can I catch a ride with you to the flight line?” the other pilot asked as he disengaged from Mary.
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