Jenna Barlow wanted a quiet night before she headed out to a war zone, but a tall dark handsome stranger had other ideas.
And what a night—the phrase ‘swinging from the chandeliers’ came to mind. So why the heck doesn’t he ask for her number the next morning? Did he not have fun? It had sure sounded, looked, and felt like he had.
Her irritation can’t last long, though, she has duties to attend to on the battlefield, lives to help save, and a team who is relying on her. So you can imagine Jenna’s surprise when the memories from a night of passion burst into her life, and she has no choice but to obey the chains of command and respect rank, no matter how hard that is to do.