The Right Stuff
Six feet, two inches of pure marine male, Major Russ "Mac" McIver had the right stuff in spades. His by-the-book, black-or-white view of the world allowed no compromises.Which tended to ruffle Lieutenant Caroline Dunn's usually unrufflable temper. So when a dangerous mission threw them together, Cari vowed to lay down the law with the stubborn marine–just as soon as she got her leaping heartbeat under control.They locked horns whenever they met. But Mac's one soft spot was Cari. Their battle of the sexes provided a perfect cover for his weakness, but could he keep his secret when they might not have tomorrow?
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Mac hesitated a moment or two before making a grudging admission. “Maybe I was out of line, pushing at you the way I did.”
“Maybe?”
“Okay, I tend to come on a little strong at times. The point is, I shouldn’t have ragged you. Not about something so important. That isn’t the kind of decision a person should make right before taking off on a mission.”
The comment took Cari completely aback. After that bone-rattling kiss this afternoon, she would have thought he’d be the last one to suggest she’d make a mistake.
“When did my personal life become a matter of such interest to you?”
“Since the first time I laid eyes on you.” He dropped the bombshell so casually that it took a few seconds for the full impact to hit.
“Are you saying you’ve…you’ve…?”
“Had the hots for you since day one? As a matter of fact, I have.”
MERLINE LOVELACE
spent twenty-three years in the air force, pulling tours in Vietnam, at the Pentagon and at bases all over the world. When she hung up her uniform, she decided to try her hand at writing. She’s since had more than fifty novels published, with over seven million copies of her work in print. Watch for her next release, Untamed, coming from MIRA Books in September 2004.
To Maggie Price—friend, partner in crime and the world’s greatest writer of romantic suspense.
Thanks for all the quick reads and the great adventures!
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
Chapter 1
“Pegasus Control, this is Pegasus One.”
“Go ahead, Pegasus One.”
U.S. Coast Guard Lieutenant Caroline Dunn tore her gaze from the green, silent ocean flowing past the bubble cockpit of her craft. Her heart hammering against her ribs, she reported the statistics displayed on the brightly lit digital screens of the console.
“The Marine Imaging System reports a depth of eighty feet, with the ocean floor shelving upward at thirty degrees.”
“That checks with our reading, Pegasus One. Switch to track mode at fifty feet.”
“Aye, aye, Control.”
Cari whipped her glance from the marine-data display to a screen showing a digital outline of her craft. There it was, the supersecret, all-weather, all-terrain, attack/assault vehicle code named Pegasus. It was in sea mode, a long, sleek tube with its wings swept back and tucked close to the hull. Those delta-shaped wings and their tilted rear engines would generate a crazy sonar signature, Cari thought with grim satisfaction. The enemy wouldn’t know what the hell was coming at him.
Once Pegasus completed testing and was accepted for actual combat operations, that is. After months of successful—if often nerve-racking—land and air trials, Pegasus had taken his first swim at a fresh-water lake in New Mexico, close to its secret base.
Now the entire operation had moved to the south Texas coast and plunged the craft into deep water for the first time. It was Cari’s job to take him down. And bring him back up!
Her palms tight on the wheel, she brought her glance back to the depth finder. “Seventy feet,” she reported, her voice deliberately calm and measured.
“We copy that, Pegasus One.”
Her steady tone betrayed none of the nervous excitement pinging around inside her like supercharged electrons. Pegasus had proved he could run like the wind and soar through the skies. In a few minutes, Cari would find out if the multi-purpose vehicle would perform as its designers claimed or sink like a stone to the ocean floor with her inside.
“Sixty,” she announced.
“Confirming sixty feet.”
The green ocean swirled by outside the pressurized canopy. A coast guard officer with more than a dozen years at sea under her belt, Cari had commanded a variety of surface craft. Her last command before joining the Pegasus test cadre was a heavily armed coastal patrol boat. This was the first time, though, she’d stood at the wheel of a vessel that operated equally well above and below the surface. Pegasus wouldn’t dive as deep as a sub or skim across the waves as fast as a high-powered cutter, but it was the first military vehicle to effectively operate on land, in the air and at sea.
So far, anyway.
The big test was just moments away, when Cari cut the engines propelling Pegasus through the water and switched to track mode. In preliminary sea trials at New Mexico’s Elephant Butte, the craft’s wide-tracked wheels had dug into the lake bed, churned up mud and crawled right out of the water.
Of course, Elephant Butte was a relatively shallow lake. This was the ocean. The Gulf of Mexico, to be exact. With Corpus Christi Naval Air Station just a few nautical miles away, Cari reminded herself. The station’s highly trained deep-water recovery team was standing by. Just in case.
Her gaze zeroed in on the depth finder. Silently she counted off the clicks. Fifty-five feet. Fifty-four. Three. Two…
“Pegasus One, shutting down external engines.”
Dragging in a deep breath, Cari flicked the external power switch to Off. The engines mounted on the swept-back wings were almost soundless. Even at top speed they caused only a small, humming vibration. Yet with the absence of that tiny reverberation, the sudden, absolute silence now thundered in Cari’s ears.
