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Tango’s call of “Abandon aircraft!” galvanized Pierre into action.
Before Rosa knew what was happening, he’d unsnapped her harness—without even copping a feel he’d declared as his heart’s truest desire in such a jovial tone that even her normal high-alert guy-dar didn’t mind. Dragged to her feet, they were slammed against the starboard hull by the plane’s spin. At the last second he twisted to take the brunt of the blow. She landed chest-to-chest hard against him, driven together by the pressure.
“Tech Sergeant Rosa,” he always said her name that way, this time with a heavy dose of surprise. “I’m forced to question your timing if this is going to be the moment that you finally throw yourself at me.”
In a moment that should be full-blown panic on his part, and carefully displayed pan
