That fear was the chink in her armor.
She was suddenly more than brains and sass wrapped in a killer body.
She was human.
Which only made her more intriguing.
Kaci collapsedinto her chair and grabbed her phone.
She should be furious. She should be horrified. She should be plotting something bigger than that hot-sauce-and-bottle-rockets incident of her sophomore year of high school.
Instead, she was mortified. And on the verge of hyperventilating.
He’d threatened to put her in an F-15. Yet shestillnearly hadn’t been able to walk away from him.
She was going to puke.
And that hog had to go.
As long as she had Gertrude hidden in her apartment’s storage unit, she’d never be rid of him.
Even when she was so furious with him she couldn’t think straight, even when he was threatening to take her airborne, she loved the thrill of being near him.
Not even seeing her Jeep missing had been enough to squelch her absurd attraction to him.
Sooner or later, he’d break her. She’d give in to the temptation to kiss him again. And then she’d want to touch him.
Closely.
Intimately.
Repeatedly.
But she didn’t do flyers. She didn’t date military men, especially car-stealing, F-15-threatening military men, no matter how much healthy respect she had for their style of escalation. She didn’t even want to date men who loved her brain.
She wanted…to simply be loved by someone safe who wouldn’t leave her too young.
Like Daddy had left Momma.
She wouldn’t find that with Lance Wheeler, and she shouldn’t want it.
She pounded in her home phone number. Tara had been working last night, so she hadn’t yet filled her in on yesterday. “We have to get rid of Notorious P-I-G,” she whispered when Tara picked up.
“They’re onto us?” Tara whispered back.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Crap. Okay. Meet me at home. I have anidea.”
Kaci did too, but much as she was intrigued at wondering how high they could take Gertrude in a makeshift low-altitude spaceship—and what those danged flyers would do if they saw the pictures—she’d never be rid of Lance if she didn’t hand over the hog.
“Can you pick me up? Those dang flyers stole my car.”
“Theystole your car?”
“Like I said, we have to get rid of that boar.”
And then she’d get her head screwed back on right.
