She didn’t answer.
He knocked. “Kaci?” he called again.
“Thanks for a nice time, sugar,” came the response, albeit more strained than her normal flippant sass. “Turns out I got something to do, so we’ll have to take care of your rings some other time. I’ll call you later.”
“Still owe you twenty minutes of flight prep for our hour today.”
“We’ll call it good enough.”
The hell they would.
He twisted the doorknob, but it was locked. “Kaci?—”
“Don’t worry about locking the door on your way out. It’s automatic.”
Leaving would be smart. This thing with her wasn’t about a relationship. It was about mutual sexual attraction. Her emotional state over their grown-up decisions wasn’t his responsibility.
But he liked her. As a friend. She amused the hell out of him, and he had a lot of respect for what she’d obviously accomplished professionally.
Plus, he knew if he walked out her door, he wouldn’t be coming back.
Did he care if she got on her plane to Germany? Sure, he cared.
But one woman had already screwed him up enough for his commander to worry over him. With Lance leaving for a deployment in a month?
No way in hell could he keep coming backfor a woman who wouldn’t even look at him after sex. She was either in this friendship, or he was done.
He yanked on his clothes and stalked to the door. And when it shut, he let it slam good and hard.
She wanted to make a statement?
He’d damn well make one too.
12
Kaci’s windows rattled when the door slammed.
She suppressed a shiver and nuzzled Miss Higgs’s head while she choked out the teary gasp she’d been holding in.
There was a nice guy, a patient guy, a decent guy who had bent over backward to spend time with her and help her get over her fear of flying.
He’d tolerated everything she’d thrown at him, and then told her he understood.
He’d come back time and again.
And now he’d given her an earth-shattering orgasm, and she couldn’t stop crying.
Kaci Boudreaux didnotcry.
Crying was a sign of weakness. And she wasn’t weak, dammit.
But she also wasn’t used tofeeling.
And she didn’t know what to do with all of the feelings coursing through her body.
The elation. The satisfaction. The comfort. The intimacy. The vulnerability. The joy.
There was too much emotion for her to handle.
