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But it wasn’t like he wouldn’t find out her name eventually.
    She leaned back against the metal seat, eying him suspiciously as the truck jostled along the desert, siren wailing. “How can you be so oblivious to what’s going on around us? To what just happened with that toxic explosion? At this very minute our insides could be festering into a genetic cesspool.”
    “Lady, twenty minutes ago I thought my crew had crashed.” The hell of that moment rolled over him with a fresh wave of nausea that outweighed even the prospect of his own personal DNA septic tank. He knew they would have been every bit as upset in his position. In fact, his squadron buds were the only ones who would give a shit if something happened to him. His ex-wife, Kim, had already remarried, and he barely spoke with his parents since turning his back on the family legacy at eighteen. “Everything else pales in comparison.”
    Surprise glinted in her eyes, then something nice and soft. He wished he could tell their color, but the red light messed with everything.
    “I’m sorry, Sergeant. That must have been terrible for you.”
    “Damn straight.” He’d been sure Vapor and Hotwire had crashed and died, and that somehow it was his fault because he’d screwed up with that airdrop. He still couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong with the pallets, and if he didn’t uncover the flaw or mistake, he risked worse happening next go round. Talk about a downer notion.
    Lighthearted beat serious any day of the week. He eyed the prickly woman across from him, a mega-hot, prickly woman. “Do you know karate? Because damn, your body kicks butt.”
    Any signs of sympathy faded from her eyes, and she shot him a withering look. “No, I do not. And no, you may not have a quarter to call your mother since you promised to tell her when you met the woman of your dreams.”
    His mother likely wouldn’t answer a call from him anyway, but no need to wade in those stagnant waters of how he’d disappointed his family.
    Mason clapped a hand over his heart, foil blanket crackling. “Somebody bring me a bandage. I just scraped my knees falling for this lady.”
    “Sergeant Smart-Ass.”
    “So they tell me.” Yeah, he knew himself pretty well, the good and the bad. However, he still didn’t have a clue where he’d met that sexy voice before, but he intended to find out.
    Right after he figured out why his test flight had gone to shit just in time to land him in the middle of an explosive situation.

THREE
    Jill towel-dried her hair in the Nellis Air Force Base hospital bathroom while mentally listing all the ways she could find out more about Tech Sergeant Mason Randolph and what he was really doing in that specific restricted portion of Area 51 last night. Could he really be the Killer Alien? Her skin burned until she could almost feel the steam rising from her wet hair. She certainly had plenty of time to interrogate him covertly, since they were stuck in quarantine together.
    After arriving at the base just at sunup, she’d been transferred by a female tech into a glistening white chamber, where she’d ditched her blanket and underwear in a toxic waste bin. The tech had hosed her down again then handed her a paper robe. Jill then gave what felt like gallons of blood before going into a larger quarantine room with two gurney beds. She hadn’t expected to want another shower, but something about the whole scary night left her needing some good old-fashioned hydrotherapy.
    In the bathroom connected to the sterile chamber, Jill reached for the pile of surgical scrubs and tugged the green shirt over her head, itchy to finish here and get somewhere she could access her work computer. She needed to check in, but she was denied visitors until the military gave the okay.
    She stepped into the drawstring pants and started combing through her wet hair. So far no big chunks fell out, thank goodness.
    No one had told her what she’d been exposed to and likely never