Blue Skies by Adrianne Byrd Read Free Book Online

missiles. A few fell into the Sea of Japan. It’s believed North Korea are finally going to deliver on its promise.”
    “And Sydney is right in the middle of it.”
    “I’m afraid so.”
     
    Jett didn’t know what was happening to him. Everything moved in slow motion and he felt as if he’d been submerged at the bottom of the ocean and the only sound that filled his ears was his own heartbeats.
    He didn’t remember walking out of the hanger or even returning to his car. Yet, he didn’t return to his new quarters or even turn the engine over. All he did, all he seemed able to do, was sit.
    Jett waited-for the pain, the tears, and the denial--but nothing came. He just felt...numb. What did that mean? He loved Sydney. Even after all this time, that hadn’t changed.
    He remembered in vivid detail the first day he’d laid eyes on her. She was leaning back against a car, her face tilted toward the sky. Nothing before or since had ever looked more beautiful. When she opened her deep, sable-colored eyes, his heart tugged, pinched, and tried to squeeze out of it chest. It was as if it recognized its other half-its better half.
    They were like oil and water from the start. Sydney’s beauty captured his attention, but it was her fire and down right take-no-crap attitude that had him hook, line, and sinker...
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
    Our love...
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 7
    Monday August 18, 2003 0800 Hours Nellis Air Base, LV
    Crisp in his Air Force blues, Jett marched beneath the blazing sun. He took special note of the other men marching before him and drew his measure. The best of the best from the Navy and Air Force all marched before him. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and accelerated his heart at the thought of flying and competing against them. He couldn’t wait for the rest of them to discover what he already knew.
    He was the best.
    When he’d learned of his selection for the Weapon School tactical training program there was a satisfaction in knowing that despite his so called ‘hot shot’ tendencies, the powers that be knew what they had in him.
    Upon entering the appointed classroom, Jett chose a seat near the back. It was the perfect bird’s eye view of everything thing and everyone. In minutes, the room was nearly filled to capacity and the instructors had begun to filter in as well from a door in front of the classroom.
    Then something happened. The atmosphere changed. The room’s atoms shifted—something. Whatever it was, Jett was suddenly compelled to glance toward the main door. What he saw shocked the hell out of him.
    Sydney Garrett stepped inside and commanded everyone’s attention. Historically, the military’s uniforms, no matter which branch of service was not all that flattering to a woman’s natural curves and the sterile hairstyles left a lot to be desired. However, Sydney-somehow, someway, strolled into the room and waltzed down the center aisle for a front seat beholding all the grace and beauty of a runway fashion model.
    Yet, Jett experienced a stab of disappointment when she walked past and didn’t notice him-or pretended not to. One thing he noticed was the gold leaf on her uniform.
    Captain Sydney Garrett.
    She outranked him.
    He couldn’t help the chuckle that tumbled from his lips and at the sound of his obvious mirth, he warranted a few curious stares his way-including Captain Garrett.
    If she was surprised or shocked to see him, she kept the emotion well contained. And somehow, her continued cool demeanor turned him on.
    When his gaze fell to the surrounding men following Sydney’s every move, his face heated and his body coiled tight. The faint voice of reason penetrated his rising tide of jealousy and it took every bit of his military discipline to keep him locked and loaded in his chair.
    In the end, he had no choice but to sit and suffer through