She turned and smiled brightly at him. 'If you insist, Colonel.'
His eyes gleamed with recognition of the way she had forced him to make it an outright order, but he didn't hesitate. 'I do.'
'Half an hour, then.'
As she and the others walked back to their own offices, Adrian paused beside her. 'Smart move,' he said, his hostility plain. 'Snuggle up to the head man and it doesn't matter if you screw up on the job.'
She kept her eyes straight ahead. 'I don't screw up on the job.' There wasn't any point in denying that she had any sort of relationship with Mackenzie, so she didn't waste the effort.
Cal glanced back, saw Adrian walking beside her, and slowed his steps to allow them to come even with him. 'The complicated stuff starts with the moving targets, but so far there haven't been many problems with the program. It's almost scary how well the tests have gone.'
Adrian walked on ahead without speaking, and Cal whistled softly through his teeth. 'He's not the president of your fan club, is he? When we heard you were going to be the replacement he made some snide remarks, but I didn't figure it was open warfare. What's the deal?'
'Personality conflict,' Caroline replied. Trying to place the blame was another pointless exercise.
He looked worried. 'We have to function well as a team, or Colonel Mackenzie will have us all replaced, and that won't look good on our records. They're under a deadline with these tests. They want something good to show Congress and the media when the vote for funding comes up, and that's in a few weeks, I think.'
'I can ignore Adrian,' she assured him.
'I hope so. I'll try to be a buffer when I can, but at some point the two of you will have to work together.'
'When it comes to work, I think both of us are professional enough to put our differences aside. But thanks for the thought.'
Cal nodded, then grinned at her. 'So, the good colonel's interested. He made it pretty plain, didn't he?'
'Without reason,' she said grimly.
'Maybe from your way of thinking, but not from his.'
It was foolish of her, but she began to look forward to meeting Colonel Mackenzie in the privacy of his office. Project manager be damned, she was going to tell him a few things. At the appointed time, she got directions to the appropriate Quonset hut and marched across the tarmac with anger propelling every stride.
The outer desk was occupied by Sergeant Vrska, a burly young man who looked better suited to a pro-football team than a desk, but he greeted Caroline pleasantly and ushered her into the colonel's private office.
Mackenzie had showered and changed into his summer service uniform; the blue of the material only intensified the pale blue of his irises. He leaned back in his chair and watched her calmly, as if waiting for her explosion.
Caroline considered exploding, even though he was obviously expecting it. For one thing, it would release a great deal of tension. Losing her temper, however, would only give the advantage to him. There was no invitation to take a seat, but she did so anyway, then crossed her legs and leaned back, her manner making it plain that the opening gambit was his.
'I read your file,' he said. 'Impressive credentials. You were always ahead of your age group in school, began college at sixteen, B.S. degree at eighteen, master's at nineteen, got your doctorate at twenty-one. Boling-Wahl considers you one of the most brilliant physicists in the country, if not the world.'
She didn't know what she had expected, but a listing of her accomplishments wasn't it She gave him a wary look.
'You've never dated,' he continued. Alarm shot through her, and she sat up straight, her thoughts darting around as she tried to anticipate where he was going with that line. 'Not in high school, which is halfway understandable, considering your age and study load, but not in college or graduate school, either. You've never had a boyfriend, period. In short, Dr. Evans, you don't have any experience at all in handling a rowdy bunch like my men. It upset you when Major Deale put his arm around your waist'
She didn't speak, but continued to watch him.
'We all have to work together, because we have a lot to do and not much time left to do it in. I don't want morale wrecked by hostility, and I don't want you to suffer behavior from my men that makes you uncomfortable. They're men, and they live their lives flying on the edge of disaster. They're wild and arrogant, and they need to blow off steam, typically with booze and women and dumb stunts. One way to keep them from hitting on you is to turn this base into a war zone, with everybody disliking you and not cooperating with you, which won't get the work done. The other way is to let them think you're mine.'
She didn't like his phrasing. 'That's so Neanderthal, it has hair all over it'
'They won't bother you then,' he continued, ignoring her comment 'In fact they'll be downright protective.'
She stood up and began pacing his office. 'I just want to be left alone so I can work. Is that such a big thing to ask? Why should I have to hide behind a false relationship?'
'For one thing, they all assume that you've had the normal experiences of a woman your age.'
She scowled at him, not liking the way he'd phrased the sentence. Her 'age' indeed! He'd made it sound as if she were almost ready to file for Social Security.
'It won't occur to them that their actions could actually be frightening to you,' he continued. 'There's also the possibility that some of their teasing won't be so lighthearted, that a couple of them might make some serious moves on you and could turn ugly when you slap them down. I can't afford the disruption to the program if I had to bring disciplinary charges against any of my men. I need them, and I need you. Even if they knew you're so inexperienced, it wouldn't keep them from trying to get in your pants. If anything, knowing that you're a virgin would make it worse. The best thing is to mark you out of bounds for them by pretending you're involved with someone else, and the only man on the base they wouldn't consider poaching on is me. So from now on, as far as they're concerned, you're mine. All you have to do is act halfway friendly to me in front of them, rather than glaring at me as if you'd like to have my head on a platter.'
'With an apple stuffed in your mouth,' she muttered. Then the details of what he'd just said hit her and she stared at him in mortification, her eyes widening and color burning in her cheeks. Damn it, why hadn't she hooted with laughter when he'd talked about her being a virgin? Now it was too late to deny it.
Joe was still watching her with that calm, remote expression, but his eyes were narrowed and strangely intense.
She couldn't meet that penetrating gaze. Her embarrassment was almost unbearable. She summoned her last dregs of composure and said, 'All right' Then, for the second time in less than twenty-four hours, she succumbed to the powerful urge to run from him.
Chapter Three
For several minutes after she had literally run from his office, Joe remained leaning back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head and a small, satisfied smile curving the corners of his firm mouth.
So she was a virgin. He had only been guessing, but it had been a good guess. An experienced woman wouldn't have been so embarrassed or at such total loss about what to say or do. Poor little darling. For all her intelligence, she was a babe in the woods when it came to men and sex, and the reaction she had learned in her youth, when some idiot had probably scared the hell out of her by grabbing at her, had become her standard way of dealing with a man's attention.
He had been in the office before dawn, his mind on her rather than the coming flight and on impulse he had requested her file. It had been interesting reading.
From the time she had started school, she had been separated from her own age group, and she had responded to the inevitable social alienation by devoting herself to her studies, thereby widening the gulf as she outpaced her schoolmates. That wasn't exactly what had been in her file, of course; the impersonal papers had listed only numbers and accomplishments, except for the detailed security check, which had noted the lack of a personal relationship with a man-ever-but neither her psychological profile nor a detailed investigation had revealed any hint of homosexuality. Her work record did reveal a few instances when Dr. Evans hadn't gotten along with a co-worker, always male, but as the field of physics was dominated by men that wasn't in itself meaningful.
Remembering her reaction to him the night before, Joe had begun thinking. Was she so bristly because she had
