Layover
Open Skies, Book One
Becca Jameson
Copyright © 2020 by Becca Jameson
Cover Artist: Originalsyn
All characters and events in this book are fictitious. And resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
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Contents
Newsletter
Acknowledgments
About the Book
Prologue
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
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Epilogue
Author’s Note
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Acknowledgments
Many thanks to my childhood friend Jason, whose name I used in this book. He provided me with amazing details of his time in Desert Storm, including how he acquired his nickname. I used several of these details when writing Layover, and I’m grateful for his contributions.
About the Book
Libby
It was supposed to be a one-night stand with a buff Delta.
A chance to experience the forbidden.
Her parents would never approve. Her mother’s heart is set on her marrying a Guatemalan.
But he rocked her world, and she can’t get him out of her mind months later.
The chemistry… The way he made her feel… The control…
When he steps into her path again, she can’t resist the temptation. She won’t.
Jason
No way was he going after a woman who snuck out on him.
No matter how good the sex was or how well they connected.
He needed to focus on his last few months in the Army.
But she was never far from his mind, and now he’s moved to her town.
He’s not about to let her slip through his hands a second time, but is she using him?
He’s been screwed over before. He won’t make the same mistake twice.
Prologue
“That one,” Libby whispered as she set her elbows on the high-top table where the two women stood and leaned in closer to Christa, her breath hitching.
Christa glanced at Libby and then followed her line of sight. “The tall one?”
“They’re all tall. You think it’s a requirement or something?” she joked, sitting up straighter. “Maybe there’s a height requirement for men who enter the military.”
Christa rolled her pale blue eyes and tucked a lock of blond hair behind her ear. “There is no height requirement for the military.”
Libby shot her a goofy glance. “I was kidding.”
“You’re not wrong though. It seems like all of Trent’s friends are tall. And built. And…do these guys ever eat junk food?”
The man Libby had her sights on glanced their direction. When he turned his body, she licked her lips. He had on khaki dress pants, a pale-blue, button-down shirt, and loafers. Casual but stylish. Like the rest of the wedding party at Destiny and Trent’s rehearsal dinner.
Libby smiled at him. And then she melted a bit when he returned the smile.
Christa jerked her gaze downward and muttered, “Shit. He caught us ogling.”
“Ogling? We’re downright staring, and I don’t care if he did catch us. Me in particular. I hope he’s single.”
Christa lifted her gaze back to face Libby. Her cheeks were pink, which happened often considering how pale Christa’s skin was and how easily she embarrassed. “Does it even matter? If all you care about is a one-night stand with one of these guys, what difference does it make if he’s single or not?”
Libby gasped in mock horror. “I’m not stealing some other woman’s man.” Destiny, one of her best friends and the star of this weekend, hadn’t mentioned any of her fiancé Trent’s friends being married or even in serious relationships. So Libby wasn’t too worried. She was on a mission. Her goal for the night was to choose a willing, handsome, buff guy and then flirt mercilessly with him.
Tomorrow night was when she intended to strike, after the wedding itself. Tonight would be too obvious in this more intimate gathering in the reserved room at the back of an Italian restaurant. Besides, it would be awkward tomorrow if she slept with one of the groomsmen and then had to face him at the wedding.
She was pretty sure the man she’d singled out who was now glancing at her yet again was named Jason Nixon. It was nearly impossible to keep up with any one of Trent’s friends’ names since half the time he called them by their last name, and the other half of the time he referred to them by their team nickname. But she’d heard them refer to this tall, broad, breath of fresh air as Hatch.
“I don’t know how you can possibly set your mind to having sex with a stranger before you’ve even met him,” Christa continued, her voice low, her eyes darting around as if the mention of the word sex might cause eyebrows to rise.
“Girl, do you have any idea what kind of men I’ve dated? I’m twenty-eight years old. My mother has set me up with half the Guatemalan men anywhere close to my age in a thirty-mile radius. Every one of them has been a failure.”
Christa giggled. “Your mom is persistent.”
“That’s an understatement. She doesn’t seem to grasp that since I was born and raised in Dallas, I spent my life exposed to a far more diverse culture than she’s from.” Libby glanced at Christa. “The guys she sets me up with are always cocky and macho. They may act perfectly polite when they’re around my parents, but as soon as we’re alone it’s like they puff out their chests and start some sort of mating dance.” Libby shuddered at the reminder.
Christa laughed harder. “Don’t forget, I’ve been with you on a few double dates. I’ve seen this mating dance in action. Your description is
