Breanna slipped into the tub even though the water was still running. The knots in her muscles gave way; her legs slid limp against the side of the narrow tub, the close confines somehow reassuring.
They had showered here together, many times. To be able to that again, just one –
But those were distracting thoughts. She had live in the present, not the past. She still loved Jeff. She might love him more, in fact – he was brave and determined and he could be stubborn, but that was attractive too. He’d nailed the test the best pilot on the base – the next-best pilot on the base – had failed.
Jeff would never walk again. His back was broken. She could deal with that; she could survive that. And as soon as he was sure of that, as soon as he saw that she wasn’t just pitying him, it would get better. She knew it would.
It would.
Breanna lowered her head to the surface of the water, feeling the tingle. She wanted to reduce her consciousness to just that feel, to just the hot tickle on her skin. Her face and breasts and legs fuzzed with the warmth.
Many times before they were married she sat in this very tub like this, thinking of Jeff. She believed she could feel him there will ESP, close her eyes and he would magically appear at the door.
A knock in the hallway startled her.
Imagination?
No, there it was again.
“Jeff?” she called.
“Hey, anyone in there?”
Breanna jumped out of the tub. She grabbed the small towel from the bar, anxious to let him in.
it wasn’t until she started to turn the knob that she realized it hadn’t been his voice.
“No, it’s Mack,” said Major Smith.
Bree pushed the door shut quickly. “I’ll – I was in the bath,” she said. “Wait just a second.”
Smith laughed when she reopened the door a minute later.
“You didn’t have to get dressed for me, Rap,” he told her.
“Major?”
“My, we’re formal today,” said Smith, “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” said Breanna, who’d jumped into her flight suit. As she closed the door behind him she glanced toward the bathroom, noticing her underwear on the floor where she’d left it. She went to close the bathroom door.
“Expecting Jeff?”
“Well, he is my husband,” she told Smith. “Can I get you something? A Coors?”
“Sure.”
Breanna squatted down in front of the fridge, retrieving two beers from the bottom compartment.
“I figured I’d stop by and say good-bye,” Smith told her, taking the beer.
“Good-bye?”
“Assignment came through.”
“Oh?”
Smith shook his head. “Can’t tell you about it.” He grinned, obviously pleased with himself. “If you want, I’ll try and get you transferred too.”
“Thanks, Mack,” she said.
“I’m serious. They’ll be closing this place soon. A few months. Nothing against your dad,” he added, sipping the beer.
Smith was attractive; good-looking and damn smart, he was also obviously bound for bigger and better things. He could play the political game and clearly wanted to be a general. She liked him, even though his ego was bigger than the room they were sitting in.
“How’s the JSF?” she asked.
“An access panel flew off and jammed one of the rods in the leading-edge assembly,” said the pilot. “The panel wasn’t secured properly. Mechanics ought to be shot.”
“That sounds a little harsh.”
“You can’t do your job, there’s no excuse. I could have augured in,” said Smith, who didn’t seemed very concerned. “Anyway, I’m glad to be rid of the F-119. I just wish –”
He let his gaze drift into hers. Breanna felt her heartbeat double.
“I’m not really attracted to you, Mack,” she heard herself say softly. She knew instantly it was a lie, and he must have too. Breanna stared down at the floor.
“Bree.”
His hand felt warm on her face, reassuring like the bath had been.
She forced herself to shake her head no.
Zen actually enjoyed the beer, even though he drank only a quarter of it. Remington and the others seemed genuinely happy about the day’s tests, and at least pretended not to notice that he was in a wheelchair.
He knew they weren’t oblivious, and there were a few awkward silence and glances. Still, the test had gone well, and Remington’s new laptop had some cool video extensions that replayed the flight videos very sharply, and the report was perfect. And what the hell. Between the beer and the day, he actually felt damn good. He even joined in the good-natured kidding of Lou DeFalco, the civilian who’d been acting as lead Flighthawk pilot in Zen’s absence. They call DeFalco ‘Rock’ – not exactly a flattering nickname for a pilot.
“You didn’t think I’m bad in the Flighthawk,” said DeFalco with a laugh, “you should see me in Aurora. There I’m Big Rock.”
“I heard you put one of the Flighthawks through the hangar door,” said Zen.
“No way,” said DeFalco. “It was the side of the hangar.”
“True.” Remington laughed. “We just barely missed. He came, I’m not exaggerating, within an inch. Damn computer protocols don’t always lock out on proximity.”
“Hey, if they did, Rock would never get off the ground,” said Paul Kardon, one of the weapons engineers.
“Hey, Zen,” said Nancy Cheshire, walking in. “Your wife’s looking for you>”
“Uh-oh,” groaned the others in unison.
“The ball and chain beckons,” deadpanned Remington.
Zen laughed along with the others.
“You better go run her down, Major,” said Kardon. “And don’t take any gruff. Remember – you outrank her.”
“Yeah, but she’s connected.” DeFalco laughed.
Zen tried Bree at the Megafortress bunker, and then over at the Taj, before one of the security sergeants said he’d seen her heading toward Yellow Two, the dorm building where she had her apartment.
Their apartment.
She was trying. Shouldn’t he let her make the attempt? There was a chance that she might be able to get over the fact that he was a cripple.
Was that fair? Let her waste her life on him?
Even though the entrance to the dorm building was ramped, Jeff had trouble negotiating the bumps. He had to jiggle his wheels sideways on one, and that killed his momentum. Finally he reached the exterior hall, only to find it nearly impossible to pull the heavy door while rolling backward.
“Hey, Major, let me grab that sucker for you,” said Captain Danny Freah.
“Thanks,” said Zen, rolling backward as the big Air Force security office pulled open the door.