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I’m trying to get my work done.”
    It was the please that stopped him. He ran a hand over his hair and grunted. “I want the truth.”
    Her nod was distracted as her attention had already returned to the tablet PC in her hand. Okay, I don’t like her ignoring me. He stared at her momentarily and noticed a slight furrow between her brows as she scanned the information.
    “Jaydee.” He repeated it twice more to the same end. She ignored him. “Commander Amos!”
    “Sir!” she said, snapping to attention.
    It would have been comical—okay, so it was—if not for the scowl that leeched into her expression.
    “What!” she bit off.
    “Tonight, you and me. I want answers.” She frowned and glanced back down. “I mean it, Jaydee. I want answers.”
    With a sniff, she waved him off. “Yeah, sure. Leave me alone, Gio.” And, just like that, her focus wasn’t on him anymore.
    He allowed the smile to lift his lips. He liked her calling him Gio. A lot. Especially since she’d screamed it as he powered home into her. Hands in pockets, he left her alone in the hangar.
    His day was busy with flights and manoeuvres. Again, he found himself continually impressed by her flying skills. Perhaps she is as good as she claims.
    At the end of the day, he hung out by his vehicle, keeping an eye out for the woman he didn’t know if he wanted to kill or fuck. Well, he definitely wanted to fuck her—it was the kill part he wavered on.
    Jaydee was a cool cat up in the air—granted this was merely practice, but practice was as real as it could be, and her voice never showed signs of stress or strain. He’d heard her joking with Keel up there and that irritated him. The fact that these other men got to laugh with her brought out his jealousy.
    Movement at the door grabbed his attention and he fought a scowl when he recognised his CO striding from the building. Where the hell is she? He lowered his gaze and fixated on his boots. Is she avoiding me?
    “Everything okay, Cassano?”
    “Fine, sir, thank you.” The blue eyes that met his were sharp and assessing. Gio struggled not to shift under the scrutiny.
    “Staying here overnight?”
    “No, sir. Waiting on my dinner companion.”
    He nodded, the remaining light glinting off his salt-and-pepper hair. “Night.”
    “Goodnight, sir.”
    When the parking lot was lit solely by the lights surrounding it instead of the sun, he pushed away from the trunk of his car and strode back into the building. His frustration mounted with each step. He passed an enlisted man and stopped him.
    “Have you seen Commander Amos, Petty Officer?”
    The young woman nodded even while her eyes filled with appreciation. “Yes, sir.”
    “Where?” he demanded when nothing further was divulged.
    “She was running a scenario.”
    “Thank you.” He strode off without another word. At the door to the simulation room, he paused before opening it, then pushed in.
    “Damn it! I have to be missing something.”
    Jaydee’s voice overflowed with stress and frustration. Fully in the room, he closed the door softly behind him. On the screen to her left—his too since she had her back to him—played a flight scenario with no sound. Three whiteboards were to her right, full of equations he couldn’t even begin to decipher. One more was right before her.
    Her hands were fisted on her hips and in the left she held a black marker. She no longer wore a flight suit, but a pair of baggy jeans, a loose T-shirt, and…no shoes? He was captivated. Silently, he sat on the edge of a table, waiting with hooked ankles and crossed arms for her to notice him.
    She moved from board to board, making notes but never turning around. Her manner seemed to have a pattern in it. She tensed at a certain moment in each scenario. It was the same one, playing on a loop. He had done enough to know.
    What made her tense each time?
    “Damn it!” She kicked a chair only to swear another round and hop on one foot while grabbing the