Tom Clancy's HAWX

Chapter 19

Conversation turned to less weighty topics, and at last the threesome was strolling back toward the Mirage in the warmth of the Vegas evening.

"I know of a table that's got my name on it," Hal said at last. "Care to join me?"

"No, the tables are never that good to me," Troy said. "And it's getting close to taps for this old dude."

"Me neither." Jenna laughed. "No table ever been good to this old country girl."

They parted with Hal inviting Troy to look them up if he ever came to Washington, and vowing that he and Jenna would visit Troy when they came to Southern California.

As Hal dashed off to find that special lucky table, Jenna shook Troy's hand and bade him good night.

Troy was just savoring the way her skirt swirled as she turned, when she turned back.

"Hey," she said, tossing her hair and slinging her purse onto her shoulder. "It's still pretty early; could I buy y'all a drink? I owe you a rain check from once back in Sudan."

"You got a long memory, Munrough….. Would this be on the Firehawk expense account?" Troy asked.

"You betcha, Loensch."

Through the lobby of the Palazzo and down an endless hallway was the entrance to a small — by Las Vegas standards — bar, with low light and dark wood. It was empty except for a couple in a booth, and three guys, obviously conventioneers and probably ExpoCon conventioneers, watching and probably betting on a televised basketball game.

Jenna and Troy slid into a booth as an attentive waitress arrived promptly to take care of them. Jenna ordered a bourbon neat, Troy another glass of Sprite. She knew not to question the drinking habits of a pilot on the eve of an early flight.

"You know, y'all really ought to think about coming to work at Firehawk," Jenna suggested. "We're always looking for a few good men."

"Thought occurred to me," Troy admitted. "But I like doing what I'm doing… and after that deal at Dhuladhiya, I'm pretty soured on the military."

"This ain't the military," she said. "We don't play with red tape."

"Mmmmm," Troy replied in a tone that said he really didn't want to talk about it.

"Besides, looking back at the way it ended over there, I thought our little adventure was kinda fun." Jenna smiled.

In the flickering light of the single candle, Troy found her really gorgeous. He almost said it, and if he'd had a drink, he probably would have. Instead, he just watched the dancing reflection of the candlelight in her eyes and in the strings of jewels that dangled from her ears.

"Remember that night at the well?" Jenna said.

"How can I forget? We blew those poor guys away."

"One dude was getting pretty frisky with his AK, and I sure didn't like the way he was looking at me." Jenna shrugged.

It was hard to imagine this beautiful woman in the candlelight as the same person who'd put two nine-millimeter rounds into a person's forehead.

"I was thinking more about what we were talking about before all that," Jenna explained.

"About taking a shower?" Troy smiled.

"And about how I had a kind of a thing for y'all. By the way, you sure do look pretty good when you're all cleaned up."

"You too, Munrough."

She reached across the table and gently touched his cheek, just as she had that night at the well.

"We never had a chance to finish that conversation," she drawled. "Seems like we got some unfinished business."

In one fluid motion, she slid around the table, snuggling next to him and stroking his back.

He looked into her eyes, at the dancing light and at the irresistible woman beside him.

When her lips brushed his, he succumbed. One passionate kiss was followed by another, yet more passionate. She pressed her body against his, and he felt her hand suddenly beneath his shirt.

He placed his hand on her bare thigh, and she moved as though encouraging him to move it higher. It was a good thing that the bar was dark and nearly deserted. It was a good thing that the television set at the bar was loud enough to drown out the murmur of groans coming from the booth.

"Let's go up to your room… now." She gasped as she fumbled to unbuckle his belt.

"I'm staying at a motel down by the airport," he whispered, his hand massaging the bare flesh well north of her thigh.

"My room, then," she said breathlessly.

"Isn't that also… y'know… Hal's room?" "He'll be at the tables all night."

"What if he's not?"

"I need y'all to—" she said, panting desperately.

So did Troy, but the image of Hal's face came to him, carrying the expression he'd had the first time they crossed paths after that night on the mountain in the Colville.

"We better not do this," Troy said, leaning back.

"What the hell?" Jenna said, her voice trembling with the desperation of interrupted passion. "I'm burnin' up here, y'all. I need you to come on in and finish me off."

"What are we doing?" Troy asked. "I mean besides the obvious. Why are we… I mean you and Hal…. Why are you here with me?"

"Because I've wanted this for a long time, and it feels like you're wantin' it too."

"What are we doin' to Hal?" Troy asked.

"He's not here, Loensch," Jenna said, leaning back and straightening her disrupted underwear. "I'm tryin' to do you."

"Man, I left him on a goddamn mountain. You reamed me from one end of the hangar to the other for being the self-centered asshole who left him to die. Now, here I am with the woman he thinks he has something with… I just can't… as much as I want to… just can't…"

"This is sure a surprise from an arrogant, self-centered bastard like you," she said, sighing and smoothing her dress. "You got me all on fire, and then you want to pull back without completin' the deal."

"You know what I mean," Troy said.

"Yeah, dammit, I know what you mean," Jenna said, staring into space. "Let me catch my breath. I shouldn't have… we shouldn't have. I'm gonna go back to my room… alone… gonna take a cold shower… alone… and be glad this never went any further."

She reached into her purse and took out her brush, then looked sadly into Troy's eyes.

"You're right," she said, looking seductively into his eyes. "Tomorrow I'll be so glad we didn't, but right now, I want you so bad."