ribbing from the others on the team. I’m used to it.”
And he was. Usually nothing fazed him. He rolled with anything NASA or the trainers or doctors threw at him. But he was feeling...different from his usual attitude. The cosmos still awed him. There was so much out there they simply didn’t understand yet. He was a mission specialist with a focus on celestial bodies. Since the beginning of his military career he’d been pursuing a degree in the space-related field of radio spectrometry. His part of the Cronus mission would be to identify the matter that made up the new places they encountered.
“You’re looking scary there, Thor.”
He shook his head. “Have you ever done anything because it scared you? To prove that you could?”
She gave him a smile that lit up her face. Until that moment he hadn’t realized the other ones weren’t genuine. This one was.
“Everything I do is for that reason.”
He shook his head. “But you seem—”
“Brave, brazen, fearless?”
“Yeah.”
“How many times have those same words been applied to you?” she asked.
“Many. They also tend to add in foolish and devastatingly handsome,” he said, because this moment was too heavy. He didn’t want to admit to anything real. But he was committed to the truth. Only this time he wanted to dodge it.
She was his trainer; he wanted to seem like the only one who was overqualified for the mission. Not someone who doubted himself.
“I bet they do,” she said. “Well, it’s time for me to hit the showers. Thanks for sparring with me.”
“We aren’t done,” he said.
“Sadly we are. I beat you, Thor. So this is where I leave you.”
She had beaten him. “Rematch?”
“Not tonight,” she said.
It was then that he noticed the sadness that clung to her. She had hidden it well at the party. In her icy blond looks, most men—himself included—would just see the beauty. Not the woman beneath it.
Maybe it was the gi and the fact that she looked tired with her hair falling out of its elegant twist. But he saw that there was something she was running from. Maybe she needed a friend more than a lothario.
“You okay?”
She wrinkled her brow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
He shrugged, then went to the water cooler and filled two paper cones. “You look...”
Sad? He knew he couldn’t say that to her. He wasn’t dumb when it came to women; he’d watched his parents interact most of his life. They were the strongest couple he knew.
“Like...?” she asked.
“Like you need a friend. Like maybe you want to talk.”
She seemed startled by that. And inside he smiled. He didn’t want to be predictable, and he realized that he had been until that moment.
“Sorry about earlier. It’s just that you’re drop-dead gorgeous and for a moment I reacted like a guy and not the gentleman I was raised to be.”
She shook her head. “You are smooth, Hemi. I’ll give you that.”
She called him by his name when she was being real with him. When she wanted distance she used his call sign. Interesting.
“So, want to talk?”
“Not really,” she said. “I’m just...”
She took the cone of water from him, downed it and then crumpled the paper in her hands before meeting his gaze again. Her gaze was direct and he thought for a moment that she could see clean into his soul. What did she see in there? He’d been ignoring that part of himself for a while now. Concentrating on working out, doing everything he could to be physically ready for the fight for a spot in Cronus. But he wasn’t spiritually ready.
“Can you keep this between us?” she asked.
“Who would I mention it to?” he countered. “I’m not a gossiper.”
“I mean...can this just be us, not trainer and trainee?”
He nodded. “I’ve got your back. Always, Jessie.”
She looked over at him. “You surprised me again.”
“I did?”
“Yeah. Most people don’t think I need someone at my back. They see me on television venturing to extreme places, and think I’m the ultimate loner,” she said. “Most don’t realize that I have a team climbing with me.”
“Honestly, there is something lonely about you, which is how I knew that you needed someone at your back.”
* * *
JESSIE HAD HER first inkling that this was a bad idea as she followed Hemi out of the gym and down the trail to the lake. He intrigued her. He was big and brash but underneath that muscled exterior beat the heart of a man who knew how to listen. A man who, despite his self-aggrandizing ways, was more than just ego.
She liked him.
That was why this was a bad idea.
The sex thing she could handle. Lust was just a physical reaction to someone. She wanted him, and if they fell into bed together it would be a physical thing. But if she liked him and lusted after him...she wasn’t ready for that.
The Bar T Ranch consisted of a sprawling house, barns and two bunkhouses. A good five-minute walk away were the new buildings that housed the Cronus candidates and some of the instructors. Candidate housing was in a series of four converted bunkhouses built around a courtyard. Everyone had their own small one-bedroom apartment with a living area and bathroom, and everyone shared a large kitchen. The apartments weren’t too bad, but Jessie felt lucky that she’d been given a separate cottage.
All of this did nothing to distract her from Hemi. She should turn around and go to her cottage.
Should.
But she wasn’t going to.
It had been a long time since someone new had come into her life and intrigued her the way Hemi had.
“You’re awfully quiet,” he said.
“Just assessing your trail skills.”
Yeah, like he was going to believe that.
“How am I doing?”
“Good,” she said. “I noticed you keep to the center of the path, which is good—doesn’t leave any trail to be followed.”
“Learned that playing hide and seek with my brothers,”
