Cocky Captain

Ex-fighter pilot Logan Reid is exactly the kind of man I despise. He’s a cocky jet jock, a former Navy Blue Angel, and full of all the arrogance that comes with being the best of the best. I’m an ex-Zoomie, an Air Force tanker pilot. The rivalry between our sister services is nothing compared to that between fighter jocks and tanker pilots. We’re bitter rivals, and I’m low-man (woman) on the totem pole. The last thing I need is to spend six hours at 35,000 feet locked in a cockpit with the cocky captain. But I have no choice. I’m his copilot, and we’re taking the CEO of Montague Enterprises and his family on a mini-vacation to the Grand Caymans. We have three days on the ground before we fly back. Three long days in paradise, and he wants to spend them all with me. I have a thing for fighter pilots. It isn’t animosity, exactly, but rather a deep-seated dislike. They get all the glory while the rest of us sit at the butt end of their jokes and wither beneath their ridicule. I hate fight