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“Do you have a problem with heights?”
Claudia looked at Michael like he was nuts, but he wasn’t joking. “I fly helicopters for a living. I’m Airborne jump-qualified.”
“That doesn’t mean—”
“I don’t have a problem with heights. What does that have to do with…?”
Michael tipped his head back and looked aloft. Claudia had understood when they’d passed by his quarters and he’d ducked in for a moment. Decent of him to deal with protection without making any issue of it or assuming the woman would deal with it. But when he’d led her onto the flight deck of the Peleliu, she’d been less sure.
The deck was quiet, with no flight operations in these last few hours of darkness, but there would still be officers in navigation, communications, and the two antiaircraft control towers perched high
