completely,” Adam said with a nod. Not that it
changed anything. Soon enough they would be enemies.
But not today.
The shower stopped and Michael took a step away from him. “Good.
I’m glad.”
He kept an eye on Michael until the captain came back into
the room. Her hair was pinned back and her uniform clung to her slightly damp
body but Adam wanted to feel nothing but professionalism toward the woman. He
failed, though, and failed miserably. His body quickly responded to her curves
and his breath hitched as she stretched leisurely in front of them.
Her stare flittered between Michael and him for a moment
before she leaned over provocatively to pick up her reader. “They’ve got the
ship patched up,” she said with a sigh of relief.
“That’s great news.” Michael’s smile took some of the bite
out of his sarcastic tone but apparently not enough as she glanced at Adam
questioningly. With no answers for her, he held up his hands and shrugged.
Michael’s issues with the captain were something Adam refused to get into.
The captain sighed but didn’t push for answers.
Apparently goodbyes were not this couple’s specialty.
“Thanks for—” she started. But Michael pulled her to him and
kissed her passionately before pulling away to whisper something into her ear.
Okay, so maybe they weren’t all that bad at goodbyes. Adam
could admit when he was wrong.
“You’re welcome,” Michael said, stepping away from her. “Now
go. Save the people from some indefinable, yet horrible, fate.” He studied Adam
for a moment before returning his attention to her and saying, “And make sure
you watch that lovely ass of yours. I’ve grown rather fond of the way it looks
bent over a table.”
So Michael did still have doubts about him. That was
interesting. And as long as Michael didn’t share those doubts with the captain,
he decided not to press it.
The captain, fortunately, seemed unaware of the undercurrent
passing between the two men. “Your concern is touching. I’ll try to make sure
nothing happens to it. Or to the rest of me.”
The couple kissed again before the captain turned for the
door. Adam followed her out of the house but didn’t say anything until a closed
door sat between them and the journalist. “Must be hard juggling your career
and relationships.”
She shook her head, her smile an echo of sadness that made
his heart ache just a little. “Wouldn’t know. I don’t have relationships.”
With that she put on her helmet and climbed on her glider. The
conversation was over.
They raced on their gliders back through the forest and over
the cityscape. And as the landscape changed from one to the other he knew he’d
let his chance to overtake her slip by. But he was surprised to find he wasn’t
mourning the lost opportunity. Instead a new idea was starting to take shape in
the back of his head.
From everything he’d seen and from what he’d heard while
pretending to be drugged, she appeared to be fair. And she’d worked with
Michael against the government—against her government. She’d even gone
so far as to promise to keep an eye open for corruption in the military ranks.
If he somehow showed her what the military was really
capable of, would she work against them? It was risky but knowing about future
raids—having warning—would be priceless.
But to get her to trust him enough to even listen to him,
let alone take a field trip to one of the “terrorist colonies” where she could
see for herself what was going on, would take time. And time was one thing he
wasn’t sure of. But there was someone who did know the timetable for the
mission. And more importantly, who would help him stall if necessary. His
partner, McNeal.
After they pulled onto the docking station and secured the
gliders, finding McNeal was easy enough. He was exactly where he should be,
tinkering around in the mechanic’s quarters of the Hawk . Though when he
walked into the room, McNeal didn’t seem as
changed anything. Soon enough they would be enemies.
But not today.
The shower stopped and Michael took a step away from him. “Good.
I’m glad.”
He kept an eye on Michael until the captain came back into
the room. Her hair was pinned back and her uniform clung to her slightly damp
body but Adam wanted to feel nothing but professionalism toward the woman. He
failed, though, and failed miserably. His body quickly responded to her curves
and his breath hitched as she stretched leisurely in front of them.
Her stare flittered between Michael and him for a moment
before she leaned over provocatively to pick up her reader. “They’ve got the
ship patched up,” she said with a sigh of relief.
“That’s great news.” Michael’s smile took some of the bite
out of his sarcastic tone but apparently not enough as she glanced at Adam
questioningly. With no answers for her, he held up his hands and shrugged.
Michael’s issues with the captain were something Adam refused to get into.
The captain sighed but didn’t push for answers.
Apparently goodbyes were not this couple’s specialty.
“Thanks for—” she started. But Michael pulled her to him and
kissed her passionately before pulling away to whisper something into her ear.
Okay, so maybe they weren’t all that bad at goodbyes. Adam
could admit when he was wrong.
“You’re welcome,” Michael said, stepping away from her. “Now
go. Save the people from some indefinable, yet horrible, fate.” He studied Adam
for a moment before returning his attention to her and saying, “And make sure
you watch that lovely ass of yours. I’ve grown rather fond of the way it looks
bent over a table.”
So Michael did still have doubts about him. That was
interesting. And as long as Michael didn’t share those doubts with the captain,
he decided not to press it.
The captain, fortunately, seemed unaware of the undercurrent
passing between the two men. “Your concern is touching. I’ll try to make sure
nothing happens to it. Or to the rest of me.”
The couple kissed again before the captain turned for the
door. Adam followed her out of the house but didn’t say anything until a closed
door sat between them and the journalist. “Must be hard juggling your career
and relationships.”
She shook her head, her smile an echo of sadness that made
his heart ache just a little. “Wouldn’t know. I don’t have relationships.”
With that she put on her helmet and climbed on her glider. The
conversation was over.
They raced on their gliders back through the forest and over
the cityscape. And as the landscape changed from one to the other he knew he’d
let his chance to overtake her slip by. But he was surprised to find he wasn’t
mourning the lost opportunity. Instead a new idea was starting to take shape in
the back of his head.
From everything he’d seen and from what he’d heard while
pretending to be drugged, she appeared to be fair. And she’d worked with
Michael against the government—against her government. She’d even gone
so far as to promise to keep an eye open for corruption in the military ranks.
If he somehow showed her what the military was really
capable of, would she work against them? It was risky but knowing about future
raids—having warning—would be priceless.
But to get her to trust him enough to even listen to him,
let alone take a field trip to one of the “terrorist colonies” where she could
see for herself what was going on, would take time. And time was one thing he
wasn’t sure of. But there was someone who did know the timetable for the
mission. And more importantly, who would help him stall if necessary. His
partner, McNeal.
After they pulled onto the docking station and secured the
gliders, finding McNeal was easy enough. He was exactly where he should be,
tinkering around in the mechanic’s quarters of the Hawk . Though when he
walked into the room, McNeal didn’t seem as
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