The crew of the Coriolis has been through hell and back lately: a government coup, attacks, and now yet another rescue mission. This time they're headed for a remote planet in the Theoro sector to save a group of children.
For Jordan Sawyer, it's just another day at the office. She's the Coriolis'
pilot, and she's flown them all through countless close calls. She's focused, determined, and smarter than she lets on.
It's why Eric Kane, second-in-command to Captain Carter Therres, wants her so much. Well, that, and Jordan is simply drop-dead gorgeous. There's only one problem: Major Kyle Cortez, the self-appointed guardian of the children who has set his own sights on Coriolis' curvy pilot.
Jordan, however, seems to know more about both men than either realize. Now it's up to her to get them all on the same page. Or bed. Either works.
Silent Running (Coriolis 3)
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Copyright ©2013 Mychael Black
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"Jordan, what have you got for me?"
"Nothing on the radar, but I suggest we get out of Dodge ASAP." Jordan Sawyer glanced over her shoulder. "How'd it go?"
"Fifteen kids and one Marine," Carter said. "He's on our side, though."
"Wow. What happened?" She turned her attention back to the console and keyed in the coordinates for an off-world station in the neighboring sector.
"He found out the truth and took matters into his own hands. Killed the other two Marines and hid the children in a bunker."
Jordan nodded. "Sounds like a good man to me."
"You should know. His name is Cortez, Major Kyle Cortez, to be exact."
She spun around. "What?"
Carter smirked. "Though, when you last saw him, I believe he was a private."
Jaw dropping, Jordan glared at the devious bastard who'd been her captain and friend for years. "Did you say anything? Does he know I'm here?"
"Not yet," Carter said. "But I doubt it'll take long before he finds out."
Jordan groaned and sank into her chair. "Lovely."
Carter laughed and patted her shoulder. "Get us out of here."
She guided the Coriolis out of Phega's atmosphere then sat back while the ship followed its preset course.
Of all the men, why did he have to show up again? Especially now. Jordan had been hoping for something with Eric Kane, Carter's second-in-command, but with Kyle back, she found herself torn. And she hadn't even seen Kyle for several years. Back then, she'd come damn close to falling in love, but their careers had taken them in different directions. Then she met Eric, and the chance for a relationship had finally presented itself again.
What the hell was she going to do with two men?
* * *
Eric Kane watched their newest crew member as the man got the kids settled in the starboard observation room. He'd been tasked with showing Kyle Cortez around, but instead, he found himself unable to stop staring at the man's ass. He hadn't even looked at another guy since he was a teen, but damned if Kyle didn't drudge up some good memories.
The whole situation would've been perfect... except for one small detail: Jordan.
It figured that just as soon as Eric thought he might have a chance with the Coriolis' pilot, a man would show up to remind him that he wasn't as straight as others thought. He'd never said one way or the other, really, though he'd known since he was fourteen that he liked both men and women. Of course, being from a strict military household, he'd never had the chance to indulge that side. Now he had to contend with not one but two gorgeous people threatening to derail every thought in his head.
Kyle Cortez was built like a Marine: tall, thick muscles, not an ounce of fat. His short black hair was cut military length, and his skin reminded Eric of dark, fire-tempered whiskey. Kyle had ditched the black and dark green uniform of a Local Marine and now wore a pair of fatigues and a dark gray shirt that Eric swore was ten sizes too small. Not that Eric had any complaints.
"I'll be back," Kyle said to the oldest, Sarah. "If you need anything, there's a com pad by the door. Just buzz it and someone will be here."
Sarah nodded. "Okay. We're safe now, right?"
Kyle smiled and the expression made Eric's pants tighten a bit. "Yes, you're safe." He turned to Eric. "They're scared."
"Understandable." Eric forced himself to look at the man's face and not the expanse of mouth-watering muscles before him. "Ready?"
Eric led the way to the elevator and, once the door closed, glanced over at Kyle. "How long have you been in the service?"
"Since I left high school." Kyle shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed. "Never stayed in one place too long, lost a good thing as a result. Water under the bridge now, though."
"Woman?" Eric asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.
"Yeah. Drop-dead gorgeous, more brilliant than she let on, too. We went our separate ways thanks to our careers, but man, there isn't a day that goes by when I don't wonder where she is or how she's doing."
Eric nodded and swallowed the disappointment. At least he still had Jordan. The woman made his insides twist into knots every time she smiled...