Cosmic Rendezvous - Robyn Amos

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gasp beside her.

      Linc glared at her. “I’ve never had any complaints.”

      Shelly laughed. “Women don’t usually bother with complaining. They just get the hell out.”

      Everyone at the table laughed, and Linc was visibly angry. But after a deep breath, his face relaxed. “That’s okay. You all can laugh if you want to. I know jealousy when I hear it. I’m secure with my manhood. My reflexes are lightning fast when I fly. Enough said.”

      Shelly just shook her head, taking a bite of her turkey sandwich. While her mouth was full, and she couldn’t retort, Linc leveled his gaze on her.

      “I’m noticing that you have a keen interest in my private life,” he said. “I saw you perk up when you heard there’s going to be an opening in my date book. But I have to be frank with you. I just don’t think it would be professional of me to encourage your crush.”

      Shelly’s startled intake of breath was followed by a wad of turkey, which flew past her tongue and lodged solidly in her throat. Her eyes went wide, immediately starting to water as she choked. Coughing and wheezing, she pounded on her chest, trying to swallow the meat.

      She couldn’t hear anything but the panicked pounding of her heart as she gasped for breath. Suddenly, she was pulled to her feet, and two powerful arms encircled her. Two quick presses below her ribs and the wad of turkey flew onto the table before them.

      Tears were streaming down her face, blurring her vision. All she heard were voices gasping and asking if she was all right.

      The strong arms holding her upright finally released her, and she reached up to wipe her eyes. Turning to face her rescuer, she coughed out the words, “Thanks…so much.”

      Lincoln Ripley’s face came into view. “Are you sure you’re all right?” He helped her to the cafeteria bench, facing away from the anxious onlookers. “This is my fault. I shouldn’t have been teasing you.”

      Shelly swallowed hard, taking in the fact that her worst enemy had just become her savior.

      Loud enough for everyone to hear, she said, “Fine. I take it back. You’ll never hear me complain about you being lightning fast ever again.”

      Chapter 3

      Shelly kept a low profile for the remainder of the training session that day. Now Linc wasn’t just a national hero; he was her personal hero. And that left her in an awkward position, given all the tension between them.

      Plus, any reminder of spitting her turkey sandwich across the lunch table made her physically cringe.

      Despite her personal humiliation, the incident had broken the tension between the Alpha and Beta teams. After her little quip about Lightning’s reflexes, everyone at the table had shared a round of laughter.

      During the afternoon training exercises, the air of competition dissipated, and the teams were rooting each other on rather than trading gibes.

      Colonel Murphy certainly noted the change in atmosphere and credited it to his idea that socializing during lunch equals team bonding. He’d been right. But not for the reasons he’d expected. Lucky for Shelly’s pride, no one told the colonel about the real event that had helped the team to bond.

      Although the day ended without further incident, Shelly was exhausted when she finally got home that evening.

      The brand-new single-level, two-bedroom house she’d bought was the brightest spot in her move to Houston. Spacious beyond her needs, it was her refuge, decorated in warm creams and tans, with accents of rich auburn and chocolate brown. Back home, all she’d been able to afford in the city was a cute but small condo.

      Her living room and kitchen were completely set up, with new furniture, appliances and a few pictures to remind her of her family. But many of her personal things, like her dressy clothes and knickknacks, remained in boxes.

      Shelly was just deciding between a frozen dinner or a call to Pizza Shack when her phone rang. “Hello?”

      “Hey, Shelly. What’s new in the world of space?” her sister Cheryl asked. Shelly’s so-so mood immediately lightened at the sound of a familiar voice.

      “Absolutely nothing. Unless you count my near-death experience,” she said, with deliberate melodrama.

      “Excuse me?”

      Shelly recounted her choking incident, leaving out as many of the preceding events as possible. “Finally, someone performed the Heimlich maneuver on me, and I could breathe again.”

      She heard her sister gasp. “Whew! Are you okay?”

      “I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”

      “You sound cranky about it, though. Who saved you?”

      Heat crept up Shelly’s neck. “No one special.”

      Cheryl snorted. “I know that tone. It must have been someone you don’t like.”

      “Don’t like? Why would you say that? I get along with most people,” she said, stalling.

      Cheryl’s tone was firm. “Stop beating around the bush, and answer the question.”

      Shelly hated that her older sister knew her so well. But it was also what she missed most about her. It was lonely in Houston on her own.

      “Fine.” Shelly relented, knowing Cheryl would get to the truth eventually. “Lincoln Ripley saved me.”

      “Am I supposed to know who that is?”

      “He’s the astronaut who was featured on the cover of People magazine almost two years ago. It was the issue on America’s most eligible bachelors, and the caption read Mr. Right Stuff, remember? You had every woman in your beauty salon drooling over him.”

      “Oh my God.” Cheryl’s voice became breathy. “You know him? He’s so hot. And he’s the one who saved you? You lucky girl!”

      “Not really.” Shelly sighed into the phone. “We don’t get along.”

      “How can you not get along with a hottie like that?”

      Sheepish, Shelly studied her nails. “Maybe the fact that I tried to get him kicked off the mission has something to do with it.”

      Cheryl was speechless for a moment. “Why on earth would you do a thing like that?”

      Shelly tried to explain her run-ins with Linc over the past several days. But as she told her side of the story, she realized she wasn’t coming off well.

      “Wow,” Cheryl said. “You’re lucky he was willing to save you. His life would be so much easier if he’d let you choke.”

      “Traitor,” Shelly grumbled. “I can’t explain it. He just brings out the worst in me—with his smug grin and those wicked eyes, implying he can have anything he wants. He doesn’t show up for meetings, and when he does, everything’s a game or a joke. If I were in his position, I would appreciate—”

      “That’s what this is about, isn’t it?”

      Shelly frowned. “What are you talking about?”

      “Have you ever heard yourself talk about going into space? You sound like a commercial for vacations among the stars.”

      Shelly didn’t know what her sister was driving at, but just thinking about going into space made her giddy. “It’s a sacred experience, Cheryl. Weightlessness, floating without wings. Can you imagine seeing our planet Earth with your own eyes? Space travel is something only an elite few get to share.”

      “There you go again.”

      “Okay, but what does that have to do with Lincoln Ripley?”

      “You resent the fact that he’s got everything you want. He’s floated without wings and viewed the earth with

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