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  Joe noted her challenging stance and the fierceness of her glare. Evidently she had decided that her best course of action was to simply carry on as usual. He was glad; being around her might not be comfortable, but it was sure as hell exciting, and he didn’t want that to change.

  “Supper,” he said.

  She crossed her arms. “I’m not feeding you.”

  “No, I’m feeding you,” he said mildly. “Remember? I told Daffy you’d be with me tonight, and everyone will know about it tomorrow if you aren’t.” It was an effort to keep his voice mild and his eyes on her face, because she was obviously braless. The thin T-shirt she was wearing plainly revealed the shape of her high breasts and the darker circles of her nipples. Every muscle in his big body tensed with growing arousal.

  “Just a cheeseburger,” he cajoled in the soft voice he’d often used to calm nervous mares. “You don’t even have to change. Just slip on your shoes and we’ll go off base and find a hamburger joint.”

  Caroline hesitated. The thought of a cheeseburger was enticing, since she had been about to choose between two brands of cold cereal.

  “All right,” she decided abruptly. “Give me a minute.” She dashed into the bedroom and put on a pair of sandals, then raked a comb through her hair. Her freshly washed face stared back at her from the mirror, and she contemplated putting on makeup, then shrugged. A cheeseburger was waiting.

  Just before she left the room she remembered that she wasn’t wearing a bra and hurriedly put one on. She didn’t think he would have noticed, but it was better to play it safe.

  He hadn’t entered her quarters but was still standing just outside the open door. Caroline turned the lock on the door and stepped out, closed the door firmly, then tried the knob to make certain the lock had caught. Satisfied, she dropped her keys into her pocket.

  He was driving a muscular black pickup truck. Caroline looked at him in surprise as he opened the door and she climbed up into the seat. “I never would have figured you for a truck person,” she said as he slid his long legs under the steering wheel.

  “I grew up on a horse ranch in Wyoming,” he said. “I’ve driven pickups all my life. What did you think I’d drive?”

  “Something low and red and flashy.”

  “I save my speeding for the air.” His ice-blue eyes flicked at her. “What do you drive? I know what you’re driving now is a rental car, since you flew in, so that doesn’t count.”

  Caroline settled back in the seat. She decided that she rather liked sitting up high so she could see, and she was feeling more comfortable by the minute. Maybe it was the truck that did it; it was such a no-nonsense kind of vehicle. “What do you think I drive?”

  “Something safe and dependable.”

  “Oh.”

  The one syllable was a little disgruntled. Joe controlled a smile. “Am I wrong?”

  “A tad.”

  “So what do you drive?”

  She turned her head to the side and stared out the window. “Something low and red and flashy.” She had absolutely rebelled against buying anything sedate and conservative. She had wanted power and speed and handling, and had paid a small fortune to get it.

  “How flashy?” he asked.

  “A Corvette,” she said, and suddenly chuckled at the contrast between them.

  Joe looked at her again. He couldn’t keep from it. She had lived the life of a total egghead, reclusive and socially awkward, but the fire in her couldn’t be hidden. It was revealed in the unconscious sex appeal with which she moved and dressed, the fierceness of her temper, the adventurous car she drove. She sat so decorously on the passenger side, but her face was lifted to the hot wind blowing in through the lowered windows. There was a streak of wildness in her that intrigued him, and he shifted restlessly to ease the constriction of his jeans.

  They were checked through the gate, and he turned the truck toward the sunset, blazing red and gold in front of them. She didn’t seem to feel any need to carry on a conversation; Joe was comfortable with silence, too, so he let it continue.

  Caroline couldn’t stop herself from glancing at him every few minutes, though she would then jerk her gaze back to the sunset. The T-shirt bared his powerful arms, darkly tanned by the desert sun. He had so many muscles, it was unnerving. She knew that fighter pilots regularly worked out, because a dense muscle mass seemed to help them resist the effects of pulling Gs, but his muscularity was somehow different. He was powerful—the way a panther or a wolf is powerful—from a lifetime of work and using his body. The sun outlined his profile in gold, mercilessly revealing the bladelike bone structure, as clean and fierce as an ancient warrior’s face cast on a coin.

  She stared at the thin, high-bridged nose, the wide forehead and high, chiseled cheekbones. His mouth was almost brutally clear-cut. The hot wind was sifting through his thick black hair, disarranging the short military cut and her vision blurred as a disturbing vision filled it of this man with his hair long and flying around his broad, bare shoulders. Her heart thumped in a sort of painful panic, and she jerked her gaze away yet again, but it didn’t do any good. She could still see him in her mind. It took her only a minute to decide that if out of sight wasn’t going to be out of mind, she might as well give in and let her eyes feast.

  She turned her head toward him, and her hungry gaze slipped down over his wide, powerful chest to his flat belly. She just couldn’t stop it, though neither was she brave enough to let her eyes rest on the fly of his jeans, instead hurriedly skimming on to those long, muscled legs.

  She blurted out, “Aren’t you almost too big to get into a cockpit?”

  He briefly took his eyes off the road to look at her, though the dark lenses kept her from reading his expression. She wished he would take them off. “It’s a tight fit,” he replied, his voice low and slow and growling. “But I always manage to squeeze in.”

  The underlying sexuality of his words hit her like a sledgehammer. She was woefully inexperienced but not naive, and there was no mistaking his meaning. Now she was glad he had those dark glasses on, because she didn’t want to read his expression. She wanted to hide her face in her hands. She wanted to jump out of the truck and run all the way back to the base and the safety of her quarters. Had she been mad? She had actually climbed in the truck with this man, and now here they were, alone in the Nevada desert with the sunset rapidly darkening to purple.

  Then she remembered that it was her own reaction to him that frightened her, not anything he had done, and she wondered miserably if she should tell him to bail out now while he still could. The way she had been ogling him, he was probably wondering if he would make it back to the base with his pants on, though considering the notorious libido of pilots in general and military pilots in particular, he might not fight very hard. Maybe it was the contrast he presented that got to her the way no man had before, the sense of an intense, smoldering sexuality beneath that cool remoteness. And maybe, if she was lucky, he had no idea of the tumult going on inside her.

  Joe was glad of the dark lenses that protected his eyes from the sun, because they allowed him to study her without her being aware of it. She had put on a bra, damn it, but the thin restricting material couldn’t quite disguise the pebbled hardness of her nipples. The little darling was aroused—and upset by it; he could feel her tension, see it in the faint trembling of her body that her still posture couldn’t control. His eyes went back to her distended nipples, and his hands tightened on the steering wheel as he inevitably began thinking about taking those hard buds into his mouth. She was so beautifully responsive, and she didn’t even know it. If she could be so aroused by a naughty comment, what would she be like when he was actually making love to her?

  She wasn’t the only one who was aroused. If he looked at her nipples one more time, he might have to stop the truck on the side of the road, and she was far from ready for that. To keep himself from making a big mistake, he didn’t look at her again until they had reached his favorite drive-in ha