Finally, the door on the other side of the chopper opened. The pilot leaped down to the ground and came around to greet Mason.Who nearly had a heart attack.Holy fucking shit. This was the team leader? Was this a joke of some kind?Standing in front of him was not the tough leader he'd expected, well-muscled and a hardened veteran of the battles in the sandbox. Instead, he stared at the woman who'd burned up his sheets in that hotel room a year ago. The one who wouldn't stay out of his dreams or his memory. The one he considered his omen of bad luck.Although her sunglasses partially obscured her face, there was no mistaking the delicate jawline or the body he'd explored every inch of. Lithe and slender, she came nearly to his shoulder. An Omega Team T-shirt fell softly against rounded breasts his hands had cupped and kneaded. Worn jeans clung to nicely curved hips and long, slender legs. High cheekbones highlighted an oval a face and a mouth with full lips—a face he knew he'd nev
"I wasn't expecting, uh, mixed company," Mason told Kris. "Sorry, but this is nothing more than a big, open room with beds and some tables and one bathroom. My housekeeper cleaned it up good for the team, but it's not exactly a co-ed facility." He rubbed his jaw, wondering if he was about to put his foot in his mouth. "I can offer you a room up at the main house, if you want."The look she gave him could have frozen fire. "I bunk where everyone else does. I've been leading this team for a year, and we don't usually have first class accommodations on an assignment. So, thanks, but I'm good."She turned and headed into the bunkhouse with a purposeful stride. Mason couldn't help noticing the flex of the muscles in her ass as she walked and the straight line of her slim body. It took major effort on his part not to remember her naked and under him.Damn! What the fuck? He better get his mind out of his pants. Of course, if he hadn't been able to forget her in a year, what made him think
He had an instant vision of Kris on horseback. With him. Seated in front of him in the saddle, her sweet little ass tucked up against his hard shaft, rubbing it as the horse trotted along. And if he didn't quit with those thoughts, he'd be in big trouble. He shifted in his chair, trying to ease the pressure in his jeans."Okay." Kris gave him a narrowed-eyed stare again. "Your turn."Mason unrolled the drawings he was holding. These people were all business, and they couldn't get started a minute too soon for him. He smoothed his hand over one of the maps, pressing down the corners."The Double R Ranch covers ten thousand acres and borders with Mexico here." He drew a line with his forefinger. "The Rio Grande is narrow enough to row across in minutes at that point, and certainly you can wade or swim it without a problem." He traced another line. "We spent a fortune installing barbed wire strategically enough to discourage people. We thought. But they just cut it. We fix it, and they
They had finished reviewing the video they'd shot and were checking their still shots against it one more time when Kris called a halt for the night."I think we've got everything burned into our brains," she told her team. "We'll go out again tomorrow. This time, two of you will be on horseback. Lane, you'll ride in the chopper with your sophisticated laptop. We'll drop some sensors and see what kind of reading you get, checking out the area from the ground at the same time."Everyone nodded and made noises of agreement.Kris pulled a hoodie from her duffel, zipped the bag up again, and tossed it up on her bunk.Lane was at the table where he was back to working at his laptop. "Going somewhere?" he asked when she moved past him."Out for some air." She shrugged into the hoodie and tugged up the zipper. "Need to stretch my legs a little.""Okay. I should have the map set up in here by the time you get back. In the morning, we can discuss where we're going to place the sensors fir
She swallowed. "I…didn't expect the client to be you. If you recall, we never exchanged introductions that night we spent together, so when Grey gave me the assignment the name meant nothing.""And I didn't expect my hot-shot chopper pilot and team leader to be the woman who burned up the sheets with me a year ago.""I-I didn't think we'd ever see each other again," she stammered."Neither did I. Especially since you ditched me before I even opened my eyes the next morning."She lowered her gaze for a moment. "I was frightened by the intensity of what we had. I still am, to tell the truth. And I was at a major crossroads in my life. Not more than a couple of weeks out of the service. Starting a new job. I didn't want anything to distract me."He nipped her chin. "Is that what I was? A distraction?"She caught her lower lip between her teeth. "I was afraid you were going to be a lot more.""I thought you were my bad luck charm." He gave a humorless laugh. "Right after that, we st
Mason entered the house, but the combination of irritation and sexual frustration was eroding his personal discipline."Something got your shorts in a bunch?"Martina DeRosa, his housekeeper, was setting up the big coffee pot in the kitchen. She raised one eyebrow."Sorry. It flew out of my hands.""Uh-huh." She gave him one of her up and down looks. "The expression on your face says different. Don't tell me it's that female out there.""I'm not telling you a thing. Anyway, she's got nothing to do with anything. She's here to do a job. Period."Martina snorted. "Fine. Whatever you say. But you've got the same expression on your face you had when you came back from Dallas a year ago. And you had it all through dinner. You better hope I'm the only one who noticed you've got a stick up your butt.""Don't you know mouthy housekeepers get fired?" he snapped."You'd be lost without me, and you damn well know it. Mason, it's about time you found yourself a woman and settled down, and
Mason finished the last bite of toast and ran his gaze over Kris. She was dressed again in a The Omega Team T-shirt and worn jeans, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Only the ball cap from yesterday was missing. Did she remember what happened last night? The electricity that shocked the air around them? The heat that scorched them with that kiss was so erotic, he was hard for hours afterwards. He was stunned at the intense attraction between them, stronger than he'd ever felt for another woman, even his so-called almost-fiancée.He shifted in his chair, adjusting his jeans, and cleared his throat. "So what's the plan for today?"She took a last swallow of her coffee. "Are you good to go up in the chopper with me again today?"Mason finished his own coffee and set down his mug. "Another flyover? What are you going over today? I thought we saw pretty much everything yesterday.""I want to get a better feel for the area, plus follow the Rio Grande for a ways and see what other land
Before lunch, she approached Stick with a request."All right if I borrow one of the horses to ride? I know what I'm doing," she added quickly when she saw the look of skepticism on his face. "I can ride as well as my men, I promise you." And she desperately needed something mindless to clear out her brain. Something to relieve the tension gripping her body that was as much Mason as the job.He shrugged. "All right with me, if the boss signs off on it."She tried to catch Mason alone, but as soon as they finished eating, he retreated to his den and closed the door. A sure sign he didn't want company. Restless, she wandered out into the yard, seeking an alternative to being shut up in the bunkhouse with her team.The hands were hard at it, moving the calves they'd separated from their mothers into larger of the two corrals. According to Mason, tomorrow they'd begin the branding process. Enjoying the pastoral scene, she leaned her arms on the top rail of the corral to watch the scene