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FRATERNIZATION

Fraternization

a Phaze Force HeatSheet by

Cara North

CARA NORTH

Phaze

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Cincinnati, OH 45211-5222

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are

either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and

any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations,

events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Edited by Jade Falconer

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FRATERNIZATION

"D o you mind if I sit here?" Scarlet King dumped her bag next to

her feet and took the seat anyway.

"I guess not." He looked over the edge of his newspaper at her.

Long, sandy blond hair and piercing blue eyes framed his rugged

whiskered face. He popped the paper edge back into place and left her

gawking.

Scarlet had spent the last thirteen years in the United States Marine

Corps. She held the rank of Gunnery Sergeant and managed to remain

single with her reputation as a ball buster still intact. So why, after all the

years of fighting and yelling with some of the toughest men and women

this country has to offer, was she suddenly a bit nervous? "So, uh, you're

waiting on a flight?"

Without moving the newspaper, he replied deadpan, "It is an

airport."

"Right." She nodded to herself, rolled her eyes, then took a deep

breath. The breath was supposed to calm her, but instead she caught a

whiff of his cologne. Nothing too harsh—he smelled woodsy and

masculine, warm and spicy. What is wrong with you? Get a grip, for

crying out loud! How long has it been? Hmmm. Okay, so how long has it

been without batteries?

"Can I get another coffee?" He spoke to the server passing by. The

woman stopped and smiled big as the sky when he folded the newspaper

and looked directly at her. Scarlet was smiling, too, though for the life of

her she did not know why. Then Mr. Blue Eyes smiled at her. "Would

you like something to drink?"

"Coffee is wonderful, thank you." Now she had turned into her Aunt

Thelma, the Miss Manners of the Midwest. He arched a brow and her

insides turned to liquid heat. The server walked away. "I mean, I could

really use some caffeine. I've been traveling all day and this fu…flipping

airport just delayed me again."

"Why don't you just get a room and fly to your destination

tomorrow then?" He leaned forward and propped his chin on his fist,

elbow casually on the table as if she was about to read him a story or

some shit.

"Because, I need to get back to work." A guy like him could never

understand the responsibilities of a woman like her. "Where are you

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headed? You seem very relaxed to be in a packed airport with flights

delayed and cancelled. I hate the snow. I cannot wait to get back to North

Carolina."

"Where in North Carolina?" he asked as he studied her. She could

not mistake the man's blatant ogling.

"Am I entertaining you?" Her inner confidence reappeared. She was

no longer Scarlet, sex-deprived woman on the verge of making a move

on a stranger. Instead, she was Gunnery Sergeant King, who would kick

this guy's ass if he thought he could be so openly disrespectful to her.

"Yes." He nodded. "You're beautiful, a little bossy I think, but your

eyes are mesmerizing."

"Are you trying to con me?" Her blood pressure was rising. She bit

her teeth together so as not to let it get the best of her, yet.

"No." He shook his head. "I've been away a while. But, I know a

gorgeous woman when I see one. I am heading to North Carolina myself.

I was thinking if your destination wasn't far from my destination, I might

ask you out for dinner."

"What?" Not the response she had expected, so she kept up the

bravado. "I don't even know you."

"Oh, right." He sat up straight then offered his hand over the table.

"I'm Ezekiel Major, everyone calls me Zeke."

She took his hand and immediately noted the warm dry skin and

every rough, callused patch. "Scarlet, Scarlet King."

"Nice name. It suits you." He let go of her hand. He looked left, then

right, then leaned in over the table. He whispered, "So, Scarlet King. I

don't think either of us will be getting to North Carolina tonight. What

say we grab that dinner now instead?"

It had been entirely too long since she had been with a man. To keep

her reputation intact she threw herself into her work, into the corps. Her

star was on the rise, she could be a First Sergeant in the next year, her

promotion package was tight, everything she needed to do had been

done. If she were counseling a younger Marine she would say, "You

don't hook up with strange men in an airport," but she was smarter, safer,

and more experienced. "Okay."

"Okay." He stood, and her mouth about unhinged as he grew to

stand well over six foot tall. She was no dainty woman—at five foot

seven inches, she considered herself tall. His broad shoulders and narrow

waist accentuated his height; he looked like he could fall off the cover of

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