And Melissa hadn’t been about to argue. She was certainly as pleased as a cat. They were sitting down to split a sausage-and-pepper omelet and an order of Bahamian cinnamon French toast. It wasn’t all that different from the breakfast she’d had a dozen hours earlier next t...
She looked so cozy in the tipped-back front seat that Justin had wanted to curl up with her. But that wasn’t an option, so instead he’d driven and thought about her. He thought a great deal about his conversation with Kara’s father. As soon as Kara ...
The helos usually bedded down from sunset to sunrise. Night flying took special skills, which MHA’s senior pilot definitely possessed, and also earned special bonuses. The U.S. Forest Service Incident Commander had to authorize the budget for night flights and they didn’t do that very often. &nbs...
The helos settled beside Justin’s Chinook helicopter, Calamity Jane. The Jane had flown in ahead of them and parked deep in the desert to set up a FARP, a forward area refueling-rearming point—a mobile gas station for short-range helicopters like the Little Birds. Claudia ...
How many times had he faced that one unanswerable question? Hundreds? Thousands? He finished the gesture, slipping his arms around her. She fought. Without hesitation. Pounded her fists at his arms where they crossed in front of her belly. He heard ...
She recruited everyone to unsaddle, groom, and feed their mounts. Part of the “country” experience. When they proceeded, as a group, to the Lodge for drinks, she had casually breezed through the “Employees Only” entrance to the kitchen and out the far side to her car. Once...
She’d have to remember a few of them. They were really creative and perhaps even anatomically possible if enough force was applied. Trisha kept her attention on her flying and the other choppers around her. The Black Hawk and two Sea Hawks with the hostages reported “feet ...
Denise had ducked inside the cool dimness of the hangar as soon as Vern had the door cracked open. Yuri’s Bell 47 helicopter was right where he’d left it, huddled in the back of a hangar at Vashon Municipal Airport. It had a large, transparent-plastic bulbous nose and no d...
The fire did reach the west riverbank, but it had lost all heart by the time it touched the river. Not a single ember crossed the Yukon. A Canadian ground crew had shown up along with a tiny drone carrying an infrared camera to find hot spots. MHA hadn’t left them many. Bu...
The four guys stood around in the ship’s ready room wearing little more than Speedos; they also wore wristwatches. Carla admitted that they looked damn good that way. Four men at the prime of their lives and their training, so impossibly fit and handsome, parading around the room most of the way ...