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She paced back and forth before the class, stopping only to point at an equation she’d drawn on the whiteboard. She loved her job, adored teaching the next group of men and women dreaming of becoming engineers. Most of her students were older military men returning to school and taking their given opportunity to continue their educations for free or damn near close to free.
Ten students in total, all men, each one as rugged as the next. She scanned the group, her gaze smearing over the broad chests with green cotton stretching over muscle. One chest made her pause and her hormones do backflips, though.
Ford.
Damn his cute sexy-as-hell ass. The fucker was a god of a man, and he knew it. He worked that bad-boy smile like a stripper did an audience. He went after what he wanted and he got it, she knew by his file. Most things were classified and since she wasn’t privy to know, she could only dig so far. But she knew enough.
Angelina liked to know who she was dealing with. Did the soldiers have PTSD or any disabilities caused by being in battle? She wanted to know how to treat each as an individual. In a small class like this, she could tailor her instruction to each, and she did.
In action, Ford was a ruthless son-of-a-bitch. He was at the top of his game in weapons, but he was known for taking a few odds and ends and making something out of them.
Like one of the bombs that had successfully ended a standoff in Afghanistan. He was a modern day roughed up Army version of MacGyver.
A fucking genius, that’s what he was. If she’d looked at the items he’d used, she never would have come up with a way to make what he had.
Andhe was a treat to look at.
Her soaked panties could attest to that.
His arms were like trunks bulging the sleeves of his shirt. He sat most of the time she saw him, but when he got up, his trim waist and hips and his powerful thighs were as pretty as his top half.
His hair was military-short but tended to get longer as the semesters went on. At least until some commanding officer probably gave him the order to get it cut. It was midway through the term now, so it was beginning to get fuller and starting to wave in places.
She could only imagine how it would feel to plow her hands into it...
She jerked back to attention and took a minute to get her bearings. What had she been talking about? Oh yes.
“Ashwood, can you tell me what you think about the HMS Alarm in the Royal Navy and the problems they encountered with galvanic corrosion?”
Ashwood sat up straighter, his lips twisted. “We’re Army, Professor, not Navy.”
Her pulse rate flicked up a notch. Ashwood was one of the biggest asses on her roster, and he needed a set-down regularly. She enjoyed personally making him realize his place not only in room classroom but in the whole world. Despite his high opinions of himself, he wasn’t a master engineer yet, and it was unlikely he ever would be because he wouldn’t shut up and listen long enough. According to him, he knew it all already.
“Part of not making the same mistakes is learning history and how it pertains to us presently.”
Ashwood snorted. He might be hot as hell, but his personality made him the ugliest in the room. He folded his arms over his chest and gave her an up-down look. Coming from Ford, it had heated her blood. From Ashwood, it was an infraction.
“Watch yourself, Corporal.”
“You don’t have authority over me.”
“I can easily kick you out of my class and you’ll lose credit toward your degree. I thought you were planning to graduate next spring?” Here was another reason it was a good idea for her to know her students so well.
“Oh, I’ll graduate no matter what. I don’t need to know crap about the Navy to do it, either.”
“You will if you want to pass my final.”
“I’d like to passsomething.” He stared at her breasts with a leering smile that made her remember all the self-defense moves she’d learned in her life. Not that one of these soldiers would attack her, or it was unlikely anyway. But if she had to put him in his place, she could do it with a chokehold that would make him rethink his statements to her and see stars while indoors.
“Gather your things and leave my class, Ashwood.”
He stayed put. “Or what? I have the right to stay here, same as the others.”
Ford slowly pushed away from the desk, his chair scraping the floor. He unfolded himself and stood to his full height of well over six feet.
“Listen to the professor and get out, Ashwood.”
In a flash, Ashwood shot to his feet too. The two soldiers glared at each other across a room full of tables and she could practically feel the heat from where she stood several feet away. Panic didn’t have a place in Angelina’s vocabulary. She raised her hands and calmly lifted her voice to be understood clearly.
