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before, but the two planes had been designed for entirely different purposes. This was a passenger carrier, while the other was an air ambulance.
    Storm strapped into the pilot’s seat in the cockpit. As Jim entered, his arm brushed her shoulder, and her skin prickled pleasurably. Irritated at the thrilling current moving through her body, she concentrated on the preflight checklist. They went over the items quickly and thoroughly. As he had promised, Jim gave her good directions and made helpful comments when needed. Other than that, they essentially ignored each other.
    Heading the plane through the dreary cloud layer, Storm broke the Queen out at twenty thousand feet into a bright landscape of azure sky and a glaring white sun. She slipped on pilot’s glasses. Jim leaned back, watching her.
    “You have a good touch with the aircraft.”
    Storm managed a cool smile. “Thanks.”
    The tension between them began to melt. Jim reached down and opened up a thermos.
    “Coffee?”
    “Love some.”
    “It’s got cream and sugar in it,” he warned.
    “I like it sweet and blond.”
    “Do I detect some military slang?” he asked, handing her the disposable cup.
    His fingers touched hers, and she had the wildest urge to jerk back from him, but she took the cup, a delightful tingle continuing after the contact was broken.
    She took a sip, her gaze moving restlessly across the fluctuating dials. “Yes, navy slang.” She gave him a droll look. “Obviously you didn’t dig too far into my personnel file.”
    He smiled and lifted the cup to his mouth. “Yes, I did. I just wanted to see if you’d admit to being in the navy for three years. You must have joined right after high school. A lot of women are reluctant to admit they spent time in the service.
    Storm nodded. “I see.”
    Maybe it was the warmth of the coffee…or, did she dare to hope, had they finally learned to carry on a normal conversation, to speak to each other without snarling or snapping?
    “Did you enjoy the navy?” he asked.
    “Yes. I got some very valuable training as a meteorologist, which has helped in my flying. I can’t complain.”
    “I was in the air force for six years.”
    “Could have fooled me,” she teased drily. Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, Storm saw him smile and settle back in the seat, the cup balanced on his right knee.
    “Oh?” he prodded.
    “I’ll bet you were a hot-rock jet jockey. The kind that drove his wing commander crazy. I’ll bet you pointed the nose of your jet straight up at the end of the runway. Then your commander would get fifty calls from irate residents outside the base because you broke windows, rattled mothers and woke sleeping babies by breaking the sound barrier.”
    Jim looked at her quizzically before breaking into a leisurely smile. “Reynolds, you keep surprising me like this, and I might change my mind about you.”
    “Is that a threat or a promise?”
    “I never promise anything I can’t deliver and I found out a long time ago people are too damn unpredictable to try to second-guess their behavior.” His brows furrowed for a moment and Storm felt a sudden chill.
    “So why didn’t you go for the big-airline pilot job after you finished your stint in the air force?” she asked with forced lightness.
    He shrugged. “Circumstances…” he said, and then he sighed, sipping the coffee. She wondered about his sudden withdrawal, but something cautioned her not to ask about it. Instead, she switched topics, hoping to continue their easygoing exchange.
    “I got quite a bit of flight time in when I was in the service,” Storm finally put in. “I had an air-controller friend who was a licensed pilot. Between us we scraped together enough money to rent a single-engine plane to build up our flight hours.”
    “With your looks, I’ll bet you didn’t have any trouble wrapping men around your little finger.”
    Storm glared at him. “Meaning what? I suppose you think I played games