Rebekah

Life has dealt her a difficult hand, making it hard for her to trust men.
She’s introverted and shy and has only dated a few guys.
Dating leaves her tongue-tied and nervous. It’s not worth it.
When her friends set her up with Bracken, she can’t help but give him a chance.
He’s older. Confident. Kind. Patient. Trustworthy. The entire package.
Can she open up to him and share her dark secrets?
A hostage situation on a previous flight has left her afraid to go back to work.
Perhaps she should have listened to her gut.
What are the chances her next flight would end in a hijacking?

Bracken

After twenty years in the Army, Bracken has retired.
He works part time for his buddy, but only as a diversion.
No way will he turn down a blind date arranged by his friends.
He’s had his eye on Bex for a while. She’s exactly his type.
He doesn’t mind a bit that he has to coax a conversation out of her.
She has him wrapped around her finger in less than an hour.
But she has skeletons, and he’s not sure he can drag them out of her closet.
She also has a rightfully earned fear of flying that he shouldn’t have ignored.
Now he has to stop a hijacker and pray she will forgive him for putting her in danger.

In the last book, Christa and Bex aka Rebekah were involved in the takedown of a human trafficker in which Christa was taken hostage as Bex looked on helpless. They are both on leave and doing the required counselling to deal with the aftermath.

This book opens at Christa and Kraft’s. Christa and Bex are making scones while the guys watch a baseball game. Well at least Kraft is watching, Braxton is watching Bex.

Bex knows this is supposed to be a setup but she’s so shy and introverted that nothing is going to proceed quickly or so she thinks. Braxton is far more extroverted and hopes he can draw her out of her shell.

Braxton decides he needs water to go with his scones and follows her to the kitchen where she begins cleanup. As they sort of chat he decides to take a chance.

This is a favorite scene.

He watched her move around the kitchen, putting things away, loading the dishwasher, wiping the counters. “You’re meeting with a counselor, right? Someone from the airline?”

She nodded. “Yep. It’s mandatory.”

“How much time do you get to take off?”

“Four more weeks.”

He wasn’t sure if she was avoiding his gaze because it was her natural inclination or if she didn’t like to discuss this subject. It was hard to read her, and he didn’t know her well enough to be sure. Or hell, maybe she didn’t really care for him.

He continued to watch her, pondering his options. Everything about her made his heart rate pick up. She was exactly the kind of woman he was attracted to. Cute, shy, petite. But damn, she was young. This was probably a bad idea, but he decided to go for it. “Have dinner with me.”

She flinched and then lifted her gaze. For a moment, he thought she might turn him down, but then she swallowed. “Okay. When?”

“Tonight.” He glanced over his shoulder at the lovebirds on the couch and then returned his gaze to Bex. “Now. They won’t even notice if we leave,” he joked.

Bex’s eyes got big and she glanced down at herself. “I’m not exactly dressed for a, um, date.”

“I think you look perfect. We can keep it casual. Do you like Mexican? I know a place that’s totally laid back.” He wasn’t dressed any different from her. Jeans. Black T-shirt. Vans.

She chewed on that lower lip again, holding his gaze, thinking. “I guess I could do that.” She looked over his shoulder toward the living room. “They certainly won’t notice us missing, will they?” She smiled.

Damn, he loved her smile.

He slid off the barstool and pulled his keys from his pocket, returning her smile as he dangled them from his fingers. “Bet we can walk right out the garage door and they won’t even flinch.”

She giggled. Even better than her smile. Her hands went to her hair. “I’m a mess, Bracken.”

The sound of his name coming from her lips was musical. “You look perfect.”

She turned around and grabbed a small purse from near the back door. “Give me two seconds.”

He watched her fantastic ass as she fled toward the bathroom.

When Kraft cleared his throat, Bracken begrudgingly faced his friend. “You two have fun,” he teased.

Christa was grinning. Her cheeks were red. Not surprising. Her skin was so fair that her cheeks reddened up easily. Bracken didn’t even want to think about where Kraft’s hands were on his girlfriend. He couldn’t see well over the top of the couch.

“Don’t say a word,” Bracken warned, glancing toward the hallway.

“Wouldn’t dare.” Luckily the two of them went back to cuddling and pretended to be completely unaware as Bex reemerged from the bathroom.

Her hair was down now, the glossy waves brushed out. There was no longer any evidence of flour on her face or shirt. She took a deep breath as she approached. “Should I follow you in my car?” she whispered conspiratorially.

He shook his head. “We can come back for it later.”

“Okay.” He set a hand on the small of her back and guided her toward the side door. He wouldn’t even be able to say who was playing in the baseball game he’d come to watch, let alone the score. Who the hell cared?
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A successful dinner and several dates occur before we realize so much more is going on with Bex. The incident on the plane has triggered something from in her past.

I loved Braxton’s patience with Rebekah and also the fact he uses her full name. Their slow but steadily growing relationship is perfect for the situation. Which makes this so much more than just simmer to sizzle, and of course the envelope gets pushed in more ways than one.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series and I really hope Raeann gets one too!

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Becca Jameson

Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 100 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters Series, her Fight Club series, and her Club Zodiac series. She currently lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and Goldendoodle. Two grown kids pop in every once in a while too! She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, running errands, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!

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