'Likewise, instead of assuming you had the problem contained, the entire laser team should have been restricted to base until you were certain.'
'Yes, ma'am.'
'The sensor program needs to be rewritten. It's humiliating to think of a sophisticated security system being bypassed by two people tossing ID tags through a doorway like kids playing catch.'
'Yes, ma'am.'
Joe had covered his mouth with his hand to hide his grin, but his blue crystal eyes were shining. Poor Hodge, by-the-book person that he was, was no match for Caroline at her most haughty, and his little hedgehog was most definitely feeling put upon. He decided to intervene before the captain was reduced to a sense of total inadequacy. 'You used the past tense when speaking of Mabry. Is he dead?'
'Suicide. Gilchrist, by the way, was doing it for the money, not for any ideological reason, but Mabry firmly believed that the Night Wing program should be scrapped. They intended to cause so many problems with the tests that funding wouldn't be granted. Good plan, considering the economic and political climate. Pressure is high in Washington to spend money only on things that
'I want them nailed, Hodge,' Joe said softly.
'Yes, sir. The FBI is working on it.'
Caroline yawned. Despite sleeping all day, she was tired; it had been an eventful twenty-four hours. Joe leaned back in his chair and hooked his hands behind his head, watching her. It gave him a deep sense of contentment to watch her.
'You're the first to know, Hodge,' he said lazily. 'Ms. Evans and I are going to be married.'
To his amusement, a look of disbelief crossed the captain's face. Hodge looked at Caroline the way he would have looked at a wild animal that had suddenly been turned loose, as if he didn't know whether to run or freeze. She returned the look with a sort of warning indifference.
'Uh… good luck, Colonel,' Hodge blurted out 'I mean-congratulations.'
'Thank you. And I'll probably need that luck.'
Two weeks later Caroline whirled in her husband's powerful arms to the strains of a waltz. Washington society glittered around them. The huge ballroom was resplendent with silks and satins, jewels both paste and real, bright chatter and serious dealing. Intermingled with the formal black, gray and midnight-blue tuxedos of the civilians were the gorgeous dress uniforms of the various branches of the military. Joe looked magnificent in his. Caroline saw more than one set of feminine eyes following him wherever he went, and she had been forced to glare several of the owners of those eyes into submission.
'We should have waited,' she said.
'For what?' His arm tightened around her as he swung her around.
'To get married.'
'For God's sake, why?'
'For your family.'
He laughed aloud. 'Dad understood. When he decided to marry Mary, he had the deed done within two days. It took me three.'
'General Ramey seemed pleased,' she commented.
'He is. The Air Force likes its officers to be married. It makes us more settled.'
'Sure,' she replied doubtfully. 'If going Mach 3 is considered settled.'
The funding for Night Wing had been granted by a wide margin in Congress the day before. Joe had had to testify before the committee, requiring his presence in Washington, and he had categorically refused to be separated from his wife, so Caroline's presence had also been required.
The federal investigation into Help Americans First was ongoing, as was the final phase of testing on the Night Wing project, but the aircraft and laser systems were all functioning perfectly. The damage Cal had done to the computer program had been rectified. And Caroline was slowly beginning to realize what it would mean to her life to be married to a career military officer. When the final testing was completed he would be taking over as wing commander of the 1st Tactical Fighter Wing at Langley AFB in Virginia. She had learned a lot about the military in the ten days they had been married and knew that Joe would be up for his first star after that posting. He was thirty-five years old and would probably make general before he was thirty-seven. She would never admit it to him, because she felt he needed someone who didn't jump every time he issued an order, but sometimes she was a little in awe of his abilities.
He pulled her closer, and the movement of the waltz brought her lower body into firm contact with his. Her gaze flew up to meet his, and she saw his arousal reflected in the glittering blue depths of his eyes.
'I like you in white,' he murmured.
'That's good. I wear it a lot.' She was wearing it now. Her ball gown was pure, snowy white.
'You look better on white sheets than anyone I know.'
'Hmm. I'm going to take flying lessons, so maybe I'll need to have several jumpsuits made in white.'
Incredibly, she felt his shoulder tense under her hand. 'Flying lessons? Why? If you want to fly, I'll teach you.'
She gave him a calm smile. 'No. I'd turn you into a trembling wreck if you tried to teach me how to fly, and I'd be ready to kill you. But I need to know, so I'll know something of what it's like for you up there.' She figured it was the best way to get over the fear she felt every time he went up. Rather than risk clipping his wings, out of his concern for her, she would grow her own wings.
He still looked uneasy. 'Caroline…'
'Joe,' she replied firmly, 'I'm good at anything I decide to do. Physics, computers, sex. I'll be good at flying, too. And having babies.'
He stopped dead in the middle of the dance floor. 'Caroline!'
She lifted her brows, ignoring the smiling glances directed their way. 'What?'
'Are you pregnant?'
'It's possible,' she said serenely. 'The timing wasn't right during our weekend in Vegas, but what about since then? Name one time when you used any protection. If I'm not now, the odds are good I will be before the end of the year.'
He couldn't seem to breathe. Hell, she probably was pregnant. As she had said, she was very good at anything she decided to do, and so was he.
'It'll be interesting,' she said, 'to find out if you make girl babies or boy babies.'
A slow grin moved his hard, beautiful mouth. 'As long as I make you, I'm happy.'
'Oh, you do make me, Colonel Mackenzie. Very well indeed. When are we going to Wyoming?'
He adjusted to her lightning change of subject without a pause and resumed the dance. 'Next month. I'll only have a week, but we'll get back for Christmas.'
'Good. I've talked to Boling-Wahl, and they'll try to keep me assigned to projects in your general vicinity, though of course I won't be working on any project for the Air Force. I may be working in Baltimore while you're at Langley, but the commute isn't bad.'
'Not bad,' he said doubtfully, 'but I don't really like the idea of you having to battle that traffic.'
She pulled back a little and her brows slowly rose. 'Me?' she asked after a delicate pause.
He stifled a shout of laughter. 'I have to be closer to the base than that,' he explained, keeping his voice level with an effort.
'Oh.' She considered the situation for a moment, then said, 'Okay, I'll do it this time. But you owe me, big time, because I believe in being comfortable, and fighting the traffic violates that belief. I'll let you know when I think of some way you can make it up to me.'
He tugged her closer, still fighting laughter as he savored the feel of her in his arms. 'Mary's going to love you,' he said under his breath.
