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“… And maybe that’s why you’re asking? You don’t like something that’s said – and you just leave.”

CHAPTER3

HOT CAKES

London, England

“Mercy…”Jace whispered, smiling as he walked through the airport looking around at the plethora of gorgeous women around him.

Heathrow was a mecca for any healthy, red-blooded male. There were platinum blonds, luscious brunettes, and fiery redheads in every shade imaginable.

Some women were dressed professionally… but it was those sexy Cuban stockings that had the line up the back of their calves that made him wonder what they werereallylike.

Pencil skirts made him weak at the knees – period.

Other women were dressed sloppily… and Jace could certainly appreciate that too! There was nothing better than a svelte woman in spandex, hugging every curve imaginable.

Low-riding sweatpants perched on a girl’s hip bone?

Jace sighed in delight.

As he walked slowly through the airport to his gate, Jace knew exactly what he was doing. His grandpa called it ‘trolling the line’when he used to take him fishing as a little boy.

He was in uniform, knew he looked good, and women just loved a military man.

Sure enough… he had a bite.

“Hey handsome,” a leggy blonde in running shorts smiled, unfolding her legs from where she sat crisscrossed in one of the seats at gate fifteen. His flight was departing a few gates down in about thirty minutes.

That meant he had thirty minutes to play.

“Hey yourself…” Jace smiled, knowing exactly what those roving eyes of hers were doing as she looked him up and down before getting to her feet.

“I’m thirsty… how about you?”

“I could be,” he grinned. “But I never drink alone or with a stranger.”

“I’m Cordelia,” she beamed, giggling happily as she picked up her backpack. “Are you traveling abroad?”

“You could say that…”

“Care to get a pint?”

“Let’s do as the locals, eh?” he feigned politely, as she giggled again in that annoying way that made his skin practically rankle. She was incredibly pretty – until she opened her mouth or giggled.

Thirty minutes… and a free beer?

The very best way to spend a layover from Afghanistan, in his opinion.

“Let me give you a card,” she invited immediately, fishing out a business card and handing it to him.

“In case you are in the area again. I’m… flexible,” she said breathlessly, giving him a sultry look that caused his smile to widen at the veiled implication of the woman.

“Yoga instructor,” he uttered politely, tucking it in his shirt pocket. “I bet you are… flexible.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” she whispered – and giggled.

Jace almost flinched and somehow hid it.

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