Redeye (Open Skies #2) by Becca Jameson


About the Book





Christa

A harmless blind date with a buff Alpha formerly with Delta Force.

But then he kissed her, and rocked her foundation.

A week later when her apartment lease falls through, she’s in his home. In his life.

But she’s not the only woman who has her eye on him, and her competition doesn’t play fair.

Plus, the man throws mixed signals every time she’s in his arms.

No matter how hard she's fallen for him, she’s not sure she can tolerate much more.

Meanwhile, her airline has put all flight attendants on alert for human trafficking.

When a suspicious group of teen girls catches Christa’s attention, she must act fast.

The last thing she expects is to end up as a hostage in a tense situation.



Mack

He agreed to take her out because she was smoking hot.

He hadn’t meant to fall for her.

She’s far too innocent for someone like him. The very definition of vanilla.

It takes every ounce of restraint to keep himself from taking things too fast.

How long can he deny his Alpha tendencies? What if he tamps them down and never tells her?

When it all blows up in his face, he’s not sure she will ever speak to him again.

Before he has a chance to beg her forgiveness, she falls hostage to a madman on her flight.

Rescuing her is his first priority.

Convincing her to give him another chance is second on the list.





Chapter 1





“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Christa asked as she stood in her bedroom, staring at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of her door. “I don’t even know this guy.”

Libby laughed from where she sat on Christa’s bed, leaning against the headboard. “You’ve asked Jason to set you up with someone on more than one occasion. Now that it’s tonight, you have cold feet?”

Christa sighed, wondering if the dress she’d chosen was too much for a first date. They were just going to dinner. Would he think she was working too hard to impress him if she wore this black dress? Maybe she should change into jeans.

“You’re overthinking it,” Libby said. “I can see your mind working from here.”

Christa spun around. “You know how I am. I’m an introvert. Yes, in theory, I want to go out with this buff, sexy, military friend of Jason’s, but in practice I’m nervous. Plus, we’re in the middle of packing, and I have to work three shifts still this week, all of them are redeyes, and I’m a horrible conversationalist.”

Libby spun around and sat on the edge of the bed. “You’ll be fine. Jason says Kraft is an extrovert. He can carry the conversation. Besides, you’ve technically already met him. You danced with him at Destiny’s wedding.”

Christa groaned. “That doesn’t count. I can’t even remember it well. Just some large guy who swung me around the floor. We didn’t exchange many words.”

Libby glanced around. “Well, don’t worry about the packing. It’s mostly done. We don’t move out until Saturday. You’ll have the days to stuff the last few things into boxes. And then you can nap and get to the airport.”

Libby made it sound simple. Christa felt a bit overwhelmed. Why had she agreed to a blind date on a Monday night with so much going on? In addition, she felt bad about leaving Libby home alone to pack. Between Christa, Bex, and Shayla, they usually made sure their schedules included never leaving Libby alone. If Jason couldn’t be with her, one of them always was.

Ever since a crazy man she’d gone on one date with abducted Libby and held her in his basement, they all worried she might freak out if she stayed in the townhouse by herself for any length of time.

Christa felt guilty leaving her. “You sure you’re okay with me going out? I could cancel. There’s no reason I need to go on a blind date tonight of all nights.”

Libby waved a hand through the air. “Don’t be silly. I’m fine. I’m just going to watch old reruns and finish packing the kitchen.”

The doorbell rang.

Christa took a deep breath. “You’re sure?” she asked again.

“Positive. Get your shoes.” She pointed at Christa’s feet.

Christa headed across the room to grab her heels. Half the reason she’d chosen a dress was so that she could wear heels. She was five-foot-six, but she remembered Kraft was six-foot.