“You’re drooling, little bro,” Joe said.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“You got me if I need more cash, right?” he said to Joe.
“We both do,” Jack said.
She wore jeans, but on her feet were heels. High black shiny pumps. Her blue-and-white-striped top was off both shoulders, tucked at the front, but the back was long.
“Nice shoulders,” Joe said.
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll make you.”
“And legs,” Jack added.
Her hair was styled in messy waves, and Luke thought she was hot at any time, but he also knew that some of the men in the room would be seeing her like this for the first time. He was not pleased.
“You’re the reason she’s up there dressed like that?” He glared at Pip.
“She asked. I just helped,” Pip smirked. “Are you jealous in case someone else wins her?”
Luke didn’t reply, his eyes went back to Quinn.
“Captain Quinn Harper is a fighter pilot for the US Air Force.”
The applause broke out instantly, and Luke knew she’d rather be anywhere than up there. Her smile was small, expression shuttered. He knew her well enough to know she was in a living hell.
Look at me, baby.
Her eyes dropped and locked on his.