Page 7 of Blue Moon

Chapter 3

Sawyer

Iarrived at the base bright and early, ready to accept my punishment. I definitely resented having to take this woman up in my plane.

It wasn’t that I was angry about promoting the Blue Angels. I was so proud of who I was and what we did. And I’d have been honored to take up someone who really made a difference in this country—a disabled veteran who fought for our country, a civilian who disarmed a crazed gunman, or a policeman who had risked his life in the line of duty. But not an influencer. I couldn’t stand the public’s obsession with these nobodies. People who were famous for doing nothing yet were worshipped by the mindless masses. I didn’t have Instagram, Facebook, or Twitter accounts. And I never would.

I saw Beck standing in the hangar with our buddy, Declan, the only other single pilot on the squad. But unfortunately for me, Declan was not a good wingman. He was an excellent pilot, no doubt, but he wasn’t into picking up random women, though he loved grabbing greasy burgers at dive bars with me. But it was fine that he didn’t like to party—I was happy to go solo.

Beck patted my back. “Glad you showed up.”

I smirked. “Didn’t have much of a choice, now did I? Where is she?”

“She’s not here yet.”

I turned to Declan. “I’ll trade you a beauty queen for a vet.”

Declan laughed. “Not a chance, Huck. Besides, the ladies love you.”

And that they did. “Fine, I’ll take one for the squad.”

Beck looked toward the parking lot and suddenly perked up. “And here she is now.”

I glanced where he was looking and saw a woman walking toward us.

Solana.

She waved, and I reluctantly waved back.

But when she came into focus, my mouth watered.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Damn, she was a complete knockout wearing a bright yellow sweater that hugged her incredible rack. Her shiny black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and I imagined how it would look tangled and wild after sex. Her bright red lips were plump and full, ripe for kissing, and her rocking body filled out her jeans. She had the perfect hourglass figure. Talk about a total bombshell.

She flashed me a big smile and beelined right over to me.

“Hi! You must be Captain Roberts—I’m Solana, but I go by Sol. I’m honored to be chosen to fly with you. I have a big Instagram following and a blog which I will post pictures of this flight on, but I mean, you probably know that. I mean, gosh, I’m such a dork, because you probably read about me in the profile my PR agent sent over. Or maybe you didn’t. I don’t know what I’m saying. Ugh, I’m sorry. I’m just really nervous and so excited to meet you.”

I laughed. She was adorable and surprisingly awkward for how beautiful she was. I needed to ease her nerves. I winked at her. “The pleasure is mine, Sol. You can call me Sawyer.”

She said hi to Declan, and then I introduced her to Beck. “Officer Daly, this is Solana Sanchez.”

“Nice to meet you, Solana. You’re in great hands. Huck is our best pilot.”

“Well, it’s nice to be reassured. I’m scared to death.” Then she looked up at me. “Huck? I thought your name was Sawyer.”

I pulled her closer and whispered into her ear, “Huck’s my call sign.”

“Got it. I’ve seen Top Gun. I know what a call sign was.”

I smirked—everyone thought TOPGUN was the ultimate goal for military pilots. I’d been in combat, graduated from TOPGUN, and it had all been a piece of cake compared to the feats I pulled off as an Angel.

A strong gust of wind blew at us, and she dropped her purse. As she bent down to retrieve it, I was graced with an incredible view.

Man, look at that ass.

Nope, Sawyer. Nope. Not this one. Do not hit on this woman.

She straightened back up and bit her nails.