Page 161 of Sin City Dark
“Same company.”
“They treating you well over there?”
Nick smiled. “They’re doing right by me.”
“Any interest in jumping to a better ship?”
Jannie inwardly groaned. “Leave him alone, Adam. Jeez! If he wanted to move, he would have done it already. He’s happy where he is.”
“Is he?” Adam’s narrowed eyes flicked from Nick to her, and she clearly read the message in them:Let the man speak for himself, Jannie.
Nick nodded. “It’s where I need to be right now. The job gives me flexibility when I need to do—” he smiled warmly at Jannie “—other things.”
She smirked at Adam. “See?”
Adam drained his glass. “Let me know the minute that changes. We already lost Jonathan. Starting today, he’ll be flying that bird full-time.”
He pointed to the gleaming LarsAir 2024 jet parked right in front, then across the crowded hangar to a tall, dark-haired man in a zippered flight suit, much like that worn by some Navy aviators.
“The Blue Angels are gonna sue you for ripping off their gear,” Jannie said.
Adam’s answering smile was confident. “Not a chance. Jonathan helped design that. It’s close, but no cigar, not even a cheap one.”
“What’s wrong with the standard Lars uniform?”
“People expect a flight in a luxe version of a fighter jet. Our pilots need to look the part.”
The man thought of everything, which is why he was so successful. Jannie smiled, studying the handsome aviator over the rim of her glass. On closer look, the fabric of the suit was of such high quality that it molded to Jonathan’s body with a perfect fit that was just short of sexy.
Jannie watched another guy approach Jon, carrying a food-laden plate in each hand. This man was far more muscular, and his neck was as thick as an MMA fighter’s. On him, the uniform looked close to obscene.
“Whoisthat?”
Ian rolled his eyes. “Why does every woman who sees the guy ask that question in theexactsame way?”
Jannie smirked. “Do I need to spell it out for you, Mr. Jacked? Next time you hit the gym, maybe you should ask him for some pointers.”
“Ouch,” Ian muttered. “That’s Gunn McLaren, aka Mac, former Air Force pilot, newest hire at LarsAir, and Jon’s second-in-command.”
Jannie observed the man’s supremely cocky stride. “He wouldn’t like being second,” she murmured.
“He doesn’t.” Adam shrugged. “Too damn bad.”
“I can just see it now. Front page of theLas Vegas Review-Journal: ‘LarsAir 2024 cockpit Breeched, Overtaken by Lusty Female Passengers.’”
Beside her, Nick chuckled. “Lusty females. A force to be reckoned with.”
She shot him a glance and found him watching her with curious amusement.
And heat. Oh, such heat.
For a long moment, her gaze remained fixed on his, and Jannie knewprecisely what he was recalling. Flash image of him beneath her as she rode his face with wild abandon.
The blood rose up her neck to warm her cheeks.
“Well, now,” Ian drawled. “Do you two need some time in the maintenance office?”
Adam’s eyes narrowed. “Dad’s in there. With Tim.”
