Chapter 3

Can men get so excited? She wondered amused and put her hands in the pockets of her jacket. Brett, who is usually so quiet and speaks only the most necessary things, is now chirping and only flirts of the conversation are carried to Janice by the evening wind. From this she can deduce that the man is almost sung about his fearlessness. Then the pilot gets out of the helicopter and as she leans against the Landrover's mudguard, she gets the vague image of a pair of long legs dressed in khaki trousers. However, it still takes several seconds before the two men step around the helicopter while the pilot makes sure everything is in order. It was when he was a few steps away from her that she blinked her eyes two or three times to make sure she did not see a ghost. But still the tall, blonde giant approaches and Janice finally has to admit that it is anything but a ghost. A slight shiver pulls like a harbinger all over her spine and her mouth suddenly feels cork dry. It's not her imagination. Only Jeremy Da Camara can walk with those long, comfortable but decisive steps as if the world belongs to him. Jeremy, the neighbor boy who went out with her sister, Lynette. Now then, Janice thinks breathlessly, the world is small after all. In her wildest dreams, she never thought she would ever see him again. The last thing she heard or saw from him was that much-discussed weekend when he returned home with a pass after going to the air force. She slowly gets up and grabs her elbows crossed over her chest, as if with the gesture she wants to protect herself, while forcing her face not to show the inner turmoil. There is no sign of the creepy boy body. His shoulders stretch wide under the khaki shirt with the green epaulettes and the golden goat's head. he is even taller than she remembers him, but the dense blonde hair is the same, she sees with some relief. He still wears it short, but his crest is longer and bounces lightly as he walks up. It gives a boyishness to the strong face that plucks at her heart. When they stopped in front of her, nothing indicated the sphinx-like features that thy recognized her. She also could not notice if he was looking at her at all, because despite the twilight he was wearing sunglasses and she could not see his eyes at all. "It's Janice Davis, the vet who's going to do the shooting," Brett introduces them to each other. "Janice Davis?" Something in the deep, calm voice let a shiver run down Janice's spine. She stands dead still, grateful for the sun that is diagonally behind her and prevents thy from seeing her face too. It at least gives her a chance to get her right. "Can Janice Davis even hold a gun?" He takes her hands carelessly and looks at them with a frown. The touch of his big hands made her stiffen, but when she wanted to pull it away, his grip tightened. Then he looked over her head and mockingly asked Brett: “These little hands are too fine for such a job. It would rather suit a glamor girl or a waitress. ” "Watch out, young man," Brett laughed, putting his hands in his pockets, "Jake Morgan just trusts those soft little hands to work with his beloved game." "No?" Jeremy frowned lightly, as if he did not quite understand the thrust of Brett's words. "And what does the glamor girl do for a living?" When Janice tried to pull her hands out of his this time, annoyed at the conversation and the discomfort it was causing her, he immediately let go. They stand and talk as if she is transparent! The only reaction that indicates that he is fully aware of her discomfort is a slight twitch of his corner of his mouth. Janice turns to Brett and glares accusingly close. "Geeez, is that what I have to come here to do?" Hold a gun? ” Frowning and with a touch of panic, she exclaimed: "I do not know how to hold a gun!" She looked Jeremy straight in the eye and smiled sweetly. "They could not find anyone else and found me in the bar. I'm stuck under the impression that I have to come to work in the bar. But don't worry, if that's what I have to do, I'll figure out before tomorrow morning what's the front and what's the back of a gun, provided you men now stop yawning and fasten the helicopter's rotor blades so that the wind does not flip it tonight. ” As an afterthought, she adds: "It has been a long day. I am tired and cold from standing and waiting for you to finish drooling over a piece of tin." Out of the corner of her eye she saw the consternation on Brett's face. His mouth opens and closes like a fish struggling to breathe on dry land, but not a single sound comes out.