Heart Of The Tiger. Lindsay McKenna

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СКАЧАТЬ right,” she continued, her eyes bright, “a reconnaissance aircraft. An SR-71 B-2. Maybe a U-2. Probably a B-2 because I know they fly that area off the coast of China, monitoring Russian as well as Chinese activity.”

      He said nothing, holding her challenging glare. He longed to share his fears and tell her that it was his younger brother whose life hung in the balance. Hell, he didn’t even know if Jim was alive or dead. “No lies, Layne. I can’t confirm or deny your conjectures.”

      Layne leaned forward, bare inches separating them. She could feel the heat of his body, smell the dizzying male scent of him, and it excited her. But she dove on, heedless of the dangerous tension that coiled invisibly around him. “A bird goes down. If it’s a B-2 that means two pilots are involved. If it was a U-2, one pilot. Either way, there are lives at stake. Highly trained pilots who are the cream of the Air Force’s crop carrying the most vital avionics technology in their heads. I’m sure the KGB would love to get their hands on our pilot and pull the secrets out of him.”

      She saw Matt’s flesh tighten around his cheekbones and mouth, the color draining from his face. Layne instinctively retreated as he slowly turned his head, his thundercloud black eyes pinning her savagely.

      “Leave it alone, Layne,” he ground out. “Back off.”

      Shaken, Layne stared openmouthed for a second, assimilating the anguish behind his warning. Matt’s hands were white-knuckled on the arms of the recliner. He appeared as if he were going to explode any second—at her. Taking in a gulp of air, Layne rapidly gathered her sharded thoughts. Matt was too emotional, which verified that she was very close to the truth. But no spy ever allowed the feelings that Matt displayed to surface. And that left her shaken. Was he really a test pilot working for the Company as only a part-time and rarely triggered second vocation? A part of her heaved a great sigh of relief if that were true; another part froze in abject fear. Matt was too human, then, for her own good. All that kindness and sensitivity in him was a natural extension of his true self—not some act to manipulate her like a pawn.

      “Matt, I—”

      “Drop it, Layne.”

      “But—”

      He turned and faced her squarely, his features hard. “Not another word about it, Layne.”

      She reared back, fury etched in every feature of her face. “Don’t try to treat me like some child! Brad tried that, too. I won’t be parented. You either treat me like an adult or else.”

      “Quit overreacting and comparing me to Carson, dammit! I’m a hundred and eighty degrees opposite to him in every way. If you want this mission to go smoothly, you’d best start learning to trust and judge me as an individual, not as some counterpart of your late husband. I’m going to need your help, not your reactions.” His eyes lost some of their initial hardness, his voice softening. “Don’t fight me, Layne. Sometimes I have to stop myself from telling you everything. God knows I want to, but it’s impossible right now.” Matt reached out, his fingers wrapping strongly around her cold, damp hand. “Please trust me. It’s the only thing that will keep us both alive during this mission. You’ve got to put your back up against mine as the enemy circles us. You’ve got to sense intuitively if I need your help or assistance. Don’t keep needling me on what I can’t divulge to you. You’ll know soon enough.”

      A ribbon of shame flowed through Layne. This was the man Matt Talbot trying to reason with her, his voice trembling with conviction and concern. His hand was dry and warm and strong around her own. She chewed on her lower lip, feeling guilty. “I only wanted to say, before you kept interrupting me, that you were awfully emotional. And that isn’t like a Company man.”

      Matt turned her hand over, studying her long, slender fingers. “And I don’t spy for a living, Layne. I told you that before. This is a second job. One that I’m rarely called on to perform. If I had wanted to join the Company on a full-time basis, I’d have done it years ago. But flying is my life.”

      A small smile fled across her lips. “Your mistress?”

      Matt managed a slight, strained laugh. “Yeah, I suppose you could call it that. I have the Air Force for a mother-in-law and my aircraft as a mistress.”

      Layne was acutely aware of his thumb tracing lazy circles in the palm of her hand, sending delightful tingles sizzling up her arm. Reluctantly she disengaged from his provocative touch, fighting a powerful desire to remain ensconced within his care. “My dad used to say he had the best of all worlds combined—a mother-in-law that understood his love of flying, a mistress who constantly challenged him and a wife who loved him, faults and all.”

      “Yeah, I can identify with that,” Matt agreed huskily. “

      What did your wife think of your test-piloting career?” Immediately Layne chastised herself; she was getting personal again. But the gnawing ache of wanting to know more about Matt simply dissolved those walls she had always hidden behind.

      Matt began to uncoil and relaxed in the recliner, keeping his blue gaze steadily on her. “Jenny worried a lot. I even took her down to the operations building at Edwards Air Force Base and showed her the preparation behind a flight.” He shrugged. “It didn’t seem to allay her fears, but only increased them because she wondered if more errors couldn’t be built into a test on any given flight.”

      Layne smiled. “That’s interesting, because my dad did the same thing for my mom and me.”

      “And?”

      “We both quit worrying a great deal about Dad’s flights.” Her brows drew into a pained position. “But a bird killed him anyway.”

      “What happened? Do you want to talk about it?”

      Layne rallied beneath his roughened tone. “He was testing the fuel distribution pumps in both wing tanks on a prototype. I guess too much fuel was pumped into one wing when a valve stuck in the open position and there was no instrument to warn him of what had happened. The weight caused the plane to go into a dive, and Dad couldn’t pull it out in time. He ejected at the last moment but the chute was shredded by the speed of the descent.” Her voice lowered. “They told us later that he didn’t feel a thing.” Layne shuddered, reliving that October day.

      “He wouldn’t have—believe me, kitten.”

      She raised her head, lost in the blue of his eyes. “How long have you been testing?”

      “Four years.” “

      I suppose you love it?”

      Matt nodded. “Yes.”

      “I think you like living dangerously.”

      “But I don’t see it as dangerous, Layne. Safety is the key phrase.”

      “And the rest is luck—or fate.”

      “There’s that unaccounted-for ten percent that can go for or against you.”

      She rested her chin on her clasped hands, a faraway look in her eyes. “That’s odd, Dad always said the same thing.”

      “Look at it this way, Layne. Fate brought us together. I feel like the luckiest man in the world getting introduced to you. Sometimes fate twists in the right direction.”

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