Page 13 of Flashback
“Ah.” She glanced away. “A few reasons.”
“So why not do that now?”
“Didn’t think about it.” She turned back to him. “Besides, I’m good at what I do, and this job seemed to be a perfect fit for the change I was looking for.”
There was a story there. He could see it in her eyes. Could see the pain that went along with it too. Maybe as they got to know each other better, she’d tell him about it. “Okay, so as you can see, everything is shelved and labeled, and really, you probably don’t need me to show you anything more than the room itself. You’re well versed in medical supplies, I’m sure.”
Mazey nodded.
“Have you ever been on a helicopter?”
“Once.” Grinning, she added, “But somehow, I don’t think you would count a tourist flight over the Grand Canyon.”
Rylan laughed. “I’ll show you the one we’re assigned. It’s the one I always fly. Although the crafts are identical, they keep the pilots on the same one from the beginning. Makes it easier to remember call signs, and you learn the chopper inside and out, so you know the second something isn’t right.”
“Makes sense.”
“This way. The plane is kept in here when not in use. The choppers are on the opposite side of the hanger next to the admin building.” At her questioning glance, he added with a gesture toward where they’d come from, “Technically that’s the admin building, most of us refer to it as admin, this as the hanger, and the whole place as the base.”
“Right, Cochran mentioned the base.”
“Do you want the full tour of the chopper? It might be better to see where everything is kept before we have an emergency situation.”
“Definitely. Do you mind if I poke around inside? Ask questions if I need to?”
“Nope, go ahead,” he said as they stepped up next to his chopper. He pointed at the one beyond his. “Bex is pilot of that one.”
“Bex? Bex is a helicopter pilot?”
He arched a brow.
“Not that I’m saying there’s anything wrong with that, but she can’t be much taller than me.”
Rylan grinned. “Height isn’t an issue when it comes to flying.”
“I just assumed . . .” she murmured as her gaze traveled over him from boots to ball cap.
He noticed but ignored what he thought was a spark of desire in her eyes. “Good thing, right? Or this giant would be shit out of luck,” he said with a smile.
Her lips twitched but didn’t stretch upward. “Good thing.”
“Hop in,” he said as he slid open the side door. “If you don’t see something you think should be there, give me a shout. I’m going to wander around out here to make sure she’s in one piece after last shift.”
“Okay.”
Rylan turned away, except he wasn’t quick enough to miss the sight of Mazey’s ass, covered in her snug uniform pants, at eye level when she climbed in. For the next five minutes, he pretended to check the chopper while he worked on deflating the inappropriate boner he’d sprung the second his eyes landed on that luscious backside.
The problem was he kept sneaking glances inside the chopper, and even the sight of that long blond tail of hair lying against Mazey’s spine seemed to get him revved up.
What the hell had this woman done to him? Something about her had jump-started his libido after months of inactivity.
Just this past Saturday night, he’d gone out with a few of the guys. There had been plenty of hot, available women around—he’d even been hit on a couple of times—and his dick hadn’t so much as twitched in interest.
He hadn’t been ready to move that part of his life forward yet. He wasn’t at that point of his plan. Except it didn’t appear as though he had a choice.
His body had decided he was interested in Mazey.
And he still had no clue if she was even available.
