“Do it!”
He made a show of pouting, but fooled with the controls.
So damned beautiful. She knew she was pretty enough, but no one had ever called her that. She was almost sorry she’d made him delete the photo. Almost.
Cal made a show of putting a password on the image and hitting Save.
Jeannie squawked, but didn’t flatten him, so he took that as a good sign.
There was no way on earth he was going to delete that photo.
Framed by the complexities of the machine that she flew like a dream, the sun shining from her left had lit her bare body until she glowed. Every curve a perfect testament to womanhood. The freedom and power, the woman and the top-notch pilot in such perfect juxtapositions.
Beyond her, past the promise of sunglass-covered eyes, the river wound lazily past high banks of
