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Stop it.
“Oh, hey, Ike.” She tried to act casual, lifting her free hand in greeting as his gaze focused in on her and made her entire body sizzle. “Charli sent you to pick me up?”
A slight shake of his head.
“Fitz?”
“No.”
She tilted her head and waited.
“Tippin,” he said.
She chortled at the joke. It was very funny. Tippin could trick out any of their rides, create a weapon, or shut down a small nation, but he would never coordinate a mission.
Of course Ike’s lips only gave a slight lift. He was far too serious. She’d only made him laugh a few times. He wasn’t her type at all. If she were to use her minimal free time to date, she’d pursue … charming jokesters. Yes. Definitely not the tough, too serious, unbending military hero type.
Why, then, did Ike make her pulse skyrocket with one searching glance?
She walked up to the car. He opened the passenger door for her, pivoted back to face her, then slid her suitcase from her grip. Usually she would tease a male op about getting her door or taking her suitcase. Her dad had taught her she could appreciate a gentleman, just not while on a job.
With Ike, she said nothing. All her focus was on the slight brush of their fingers that brought liquid heat to her bloodstream. His gaze concentrated on her, and for one blissful moment, Myra was lost and found. Time must’ve marched on, but nothing existed outside of Ike’s blue eyes and the absolute need to be close to him.
She eased closer, inch by beautiful inch. She was almost in his personal space when Ike jerked his gaze away, took a large step back, and gestured to the Navigator’s passenger seat with his free hand.
“Yes?” She knew exactly what he expected her to do, but it was the last thing in the world she wanted to do. She hadn’t asked for, or pursued, this strong connection to him. Maybe it was straight from heaven above. Heavenly intervention would make more sense than Myra letting her guard down. She was too well-trained for that.
Her longing for Ike was irrational, but she didn’t think it would dissipate any time soon. If anything, it got stronger every time she saw him.
Ike studied her. His blue gaze was searching, penetrating, lifting, inspiring. She leaned in, more than ready to see what could happen if either of them would let these feelings and emotions rise to the surface.
“We should go,” he said softly, quirking an eyebrow and giving her a knowing glance. Was she completely transparent and making a fool of herself?
“Oh! You think you’re driving?” She grinned.
Ike actually smiled at her. It was a smile of relief that she could joke and not be offended that he wasn’t interested.
“This is my assigned vehicle,” he reminded her.
Cars were lined up behind them and they needed to move said vehicle.
Myra had been moments away from touching him, thinking they were having a moment.
Ike didn’t appear to feel any connection. Even if he did, he was too stoic to act on it.
Cringe! her fifteen-year-old twin sisters would squeal. Her cheeks weren’t cooling, but she kept her shoulders straight and her chin up. Thriving in a male-dominated field and coming from a modest background with no connections in the security world, she fought hard. She had to keep a smile on her face, shocking other ops and criminals with her skills, teasing like one of the guys, and never, ever dropping her pride.
She also remembered to be grateful. For her dad training her to be a female warrior, starting her training with Tae Kwon Do and basic weaponry at five and getting more intense from there. To all her instructors throughout her teenage years, the police academy, and in her years with the State of Wyoming Police Department. To Charli for searching for a female op, finding her, and giving her a chance.
Myra was living her lifelong dream and making great money doing it. Now if only she could connect with the man of her dreams, she truly would have it all. Love, success, and fulfillment.
Where on earth was her brain? Ike wasn’t the man of her dreams. She didn’t need or want love. She had to get under control and quick.
Sliding into the comfortable leather seat, she allowed her gaze to follow Ike in the mirrors and then through the windows. She pretended disinterest as he loaded up. It wasn’t that every movement fascinated her; it was simply her training and being aware at all times.
Liar, her twelve-year-old brother yelled in her head.
Ike slid sunglasses on and started the car, reclining back as if he didn’t have a worry in the world.
