Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,36
you correctly, you’re thinking why rock that boat for no good reason. It makes sense that you’d rather wait until we’ve known each other longer before you talk to your parents. I’ll give you that. Not forever, but for now.”
“Thank you. You said exactly what I’m thinking. Can we just see where things go for a while?”
“Absolutely.” He gave her one of his gorgeous smiles and then speared a piece of broccoli from his beef broccoli.
She took a bite of her chicken fried rice and then sipped her iced tea. “How has work been?”
“Good. Busy. Jake has more jobs coming in than we can cover. It can sometimes be feast or famine when running a consulting firm, but considering how fast technology is changing, I don’t see computer programming dying off any time in my life.”
“True.”
“I got together with several of the guys from work Tuesday night. Poker night. Kraft’s house.”
“That’s cool. Do you do that every Tuesday?”
“Not always. Random days. Four guys from work. Me, Kraft, Sweets, and Tank.” He sounded animated as he spoke of his coworkers.
“Trent mentioned them to me once when he came to see Destiny. You explained Kraft’s name to me, but what’s the origin story for the others?” She smiled, lifting a brow.
“Tank is actually my boss. I told you about him. His real name is Jake Robinson. His nickname is self-explanatory. Big guy. Broad. Tall. Muscular. Sweets, on the other hand, that’s a funny story. The guy’s idea of unwinding includes making delicious pastries, cakes, and any other dessert you can think of. He’s hilarious when he puts on an apron and pulls out the flour. Apparently, his team gave him shit until they realized they wouldn’t get to devour his sweets if they didn’t stop making fun of him. After that, the name began to hold great reverence.”
Libby laughed. “And these guys all work with you?”
“Yep. Jake snagged each of us when we got out of the army. Kraft and I were on the same Delta Team.”
“Wow. Impressive. I didn’t realize you’d been on a special forces team.”
He shrugged. “No big deal. I’m not sure why I even mentioned it.”
“It is a big deal. You must have done some incredibly dangerous things over the years.”
He shrugged again and then winked at her. “It’s in the past.”
“Got it. What’s Sweets’ real name?” She’d rather not burn these nicknames into her mind. It was too confusing.
“Bracken Turner. Great guy.”
She shot him a cocky grin. “Are they single?” she asked.
He lifted a brow, smirking. “Why? One dominant military guy isn’t enough for you?”
She chuckled. “Asking for a friend. Several of them, actually.”
He laughed. “I don’t think you can use that phrase when you really mean it. But yes. They’re single. It’s tough dating while serving in the military. Lots of women think it’s romantic—you included—but it’s hard to build a relationship and even harder to keep it going.”
“Yeah, I’m guilty of thinking it would be romantic. Little did I know it would knock me on my ass.” She smiled.
He set his fork down, leaned over the table, and cupped her face. “I love knowing I knocked you on your ass. I also love that I ran into you again now that I’m more available. Am I still attractive to you now that I’m not active?” he teased.
“Very.” She tipped her face into his palm, caught his thumb with her mouth, and sucked it in between her lips.
He groaned. “That was hot the first time you did it, and it’s even hotter now.”
She released his thumb with a pop. “As I recall, you didn’t give me a choice the first time. And you’re right, it was damn hot. I think that was the moment I knew for certain you were going to rock my world and leave me spinning out of control.”
Jason stroked her cheek and then sat back. “You’re making it hard for me to care about finishing this meal.”
She squirmed in her seat, squeezing her legs together on the bench across from him. She liked the intimacy of the booth, but part of her wished they’d sat on the same side. If he had her pinned against the wall, there was a chance his hand could be on her thigh right now, teasing her skin mercilessly.
She bit into her bottom lip and tried to control her beating heart. There was no hope, however. Every time she was with Jason, he had this power over her. He made her body sing with arousal. Was this