Not everyone’s good at one-night stands. Skye Stephens has the worst day of her professional career, and all she wants to do is shed her power suit and get lost in the sheets with the hot guy she met at the bar. The problem is, this uptight ad exec doesn’t know how to do one-night stands. She has strict rules about dating and when to let a man in her bedroom. Fighter pilot Ben “Bolt” Hardcastle is used to lovin’ and leavin’. But, after he meets Skye, one night doesn’t seem to be enough. When these two crash-land into each other, a connection strong enough to make the loner pilot and the sexy businesswoman shed their rules about love and relationships begins to burn deeper than either of them ever expected.
The ballpark was built on the water, so depending on your seats the wind could rip right through the concourse tunnels and chill you to the bone. Bolt happened to have those gusty seats. He wrapped an arm around Skye, pulling her against his chest while keeping a firm grip on his beer with the other.
“You know I was surprised you called.” Skye sipped on the large beverage in her hand.
“Really? I said I would.”
“Yeah, I bet you say a lot of things.”
“Ouch. That hurt.”
“Do not pretend with me that you don’t get a lot of numbers. I know your type.”
“Type, huh? I might get a few numbers here and there. But I called, didn’t I? Anyway, I was kind of surprised you agreed to go.” He liked the feisty side of her.
“Why do you say that?” she taunted.
He wondered if he should be so blunt with her, but she seemed like she could take it. “Because you seem a little uptight at times. I figured you were done with the fun.”
Skye wiggled out of his wind-bracing hold. “Uptight? You sure know how to compliment a girl.”
“I don’t mean uptight, uptight, just a little rigid.” He shook his head as soon as he saw Skye’s expression. “Ok, rigid was definitely the wrong word to use. Dammit. I’m going to stop talking now.”
She giggled. “No, I think you should keep going. You’re proving my exact point.”
“And what’s that?” He was glad she wasn’t genuinely mad with him.
“That you are the kind of guy who likes to have fun and that’s it.”
Bolt scanned her eyes. “Are you saying I’m not deep?”
“I didn’t say that. You think I’m uptight and I don’t think you’re serious enough. How about that?”
He touched the beer to his lips and tried not to smile. “I guess that’s calling it fair.”
It was only the bottom of the fourth inning and Bolt was already ready to start making his way back to Skye’s apartment. In truth, from the second she opened the door he didn’t want to leave. Something about her tapped into his more primal side, and it took more self-restraint than he wanted to admit to keep his hands off her. He was freezing and if he had to stare at the chill bumps on her breasts another second he would probably pounce on her right in the ballpark. He couldn’t stop thinking of all the ways he wanted to warm her up.
“Are you enjoying the game?” He wrapped his arm around her and felt her ease into his shoulder.
“I’m not much of a baseball fan, but yeah it’s good. Just wish we weren’t in a freaking wind tunnel.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I guess there was a reason these tickets were up on the board at work. How about we head back to your place and watch the rest of it on TV and neither one of us will have to freeze?”
She eyed him suspiciously. “My place?”
He put his hands up. “I know the rule, don’t worry. But please, I think my hand is frozen to the plastic cup.”
She giggled. “Ok, let’s go.”
Bolt smiled, knowing he could probably at least make it to third base tonight.
T.A. Foster met, fell in love with, and married her own Marine fighter pilot. Through deployments, trainings, and sometimes living oceans apart, their own love story continues every day. She grew up catching rays and waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her husband, two children, and two canine kiddos. T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you can find her reading, writing, or planning her next beach trip.