“Now we seem to be at a bit of an impasse,” Jett declared, blowing across the top of her cup, which made Trask fixate on her mouth again, and what it was capable of…
Wood alert.
“How so?” he responded brusquely, shifting to make room for the bad boy who wouldn’t behave.
This should be good.
“Well,” she speculated, “you won’t tell me why you’re so uptight. So whatdoyou want to talk about?”
Something safe, he wanted to say.
Right.
More to the point, something that would get his mind off what an unpredictable wildcat this woman would be in bed.
CHAPTER 7
“What were your duties as a PJ?”Trask attempted as an opener.
Right, Jett scoffed. Because hewouldn’twant to discuss the elephant in the diner, which was their instant and immediate attraction to each other.
Well screw him. Jett hadn’t missed a single bit of Trask’s arousal, no matter how adroitly he was trying to move on from those two, mind-blowing kisses.
“Fine. If that’s the way you want to play it, not talking about how awesome our lip-locks were. I’ll work with that. For now.” Jett cleared her throat and affected a professional demeanor. “As a PJ, I was part of numerous covert infils and exfils in war zones. I also did my share of search and rescue gigs, as well as recon operations which included being dropped in full scuba gear into high-risk situations.”
“Such as?” he asked.
“Well, one op I recall as being especially hairy that’s not considered classified, was when we were tasked with raising a drug boat that had been scuttled, all while being fired on by the cartel who didn’t want us to see what was on board.”
Trask hissed, and she couldn’t tell if it was admiration or concern over the danger she’d been in.
“I’m glad it worked out,” he finally managed.
“You and me both,” Jett grinned. Thathadbeen a hairy one.
“I should have figured you’d be a diving expert,” Trask continued, “growing up with a father who ran a scuba shop.”
Jett nodded. “Yup. He gave me my love of the ocean. I actually became certified as a Junior Open Water Diver as soon as I turned ten. Then I earned my full, Open Water Diver cred when I was fifteen. My diving skills were so well honed when I enlisted, that the Air Force took advantage of my expertise and started me out with their advanced dive team, and I never looked back.”
“Impressive,” Trask praised, and he did look a bit awed.
Jett would take that from the stoic man, and relish it.
“What about you?” she countered. “How long have you been diving?”
Trask snorted. “Since I was young, as well,” he revealed. “My brothers and I started out snorkeling, and transitioned naturally from there. But while I was in the Marines, I lost my edge since diving wasn’t in my job description. I only got in the water on those rare occasions when I came home on leave.”
“How long did you say you’ve been back in Maine?” Jett asked astutely, figuring he must be working to remedy his rustiness.
Trask narrowed his eyes. “Just over three months, and yes, I’ve been diving almost every single day since then.”
The server interrupted, bringing their plates. “Can I get you two anything else?” she asked.
“Yes, please,” Jett answered. “Two small burgers to go. Plain.”
“You’ve got it, hon.” The waitress jotted on her pad and walked away.
Trask sent her a questioning look.
