Carla was not ready for this. At all.
HALO jumps were fine. Jumping out of a speeding jetliner at thirty-five thousand feet was close to the rush of s*x with Kyle. Well, no, it wasn’t that good, but it could sure make a girl feel happy in a lot of ways.
Her problem was that she hadn’t slept in over thirty-six hours and they were headed into their first live op on no notice. Well, technically on twenty-three minutes notice, which didn’t help a whole lot.
Carla had been unable to sleep the night before their OTC graduation exercise; she’d been too wound up about it. At least that’s what she thought it had been. The more she’d lain there inside the curl of Kyle’s sleeping arms, the less she believed her first assessment.
Was she worried about the exercise itself? No. They’d practiced a hu
