Chapter Thirteen
Sunlight glinted off the cockpit canopy, and Evelyn squinted at the instrument panel. As he had two days ago, Jasper stood on the wing of the P-51 looking over her shoulder. Two days during which she had time to think about her conversation with Gladys. Two days to remember the embarrassing visit to the commander’s office and his disdainful stare. Her face heated, and it had nothing to do with the scorching Texas temperatures.
The crisp aroma of Jasper’s aftershave wafted past her nose on the breeze. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Good thing they weren’t in the air, or she’d be overcome with his scent and forget to fly. He reached toward the dashboard and pointed to the altimeter. His arm brushed her shoulder, and she trembled. Good grief. This was a training session,
