“Nothing, yet.”
Her eyes lit up. “Can I make use of one of them?”
“I suppose,” he said slowly, wary about the sudden leap of enthusiasm. “What for?”
“Physical training, which—as you pointed out—is a requirement. Plus, the hours can be long when there aren’t any fires. An obstacle course would help pass the time.”
It was a reasonable request. He couldn’t see any harm. “Go ahead and make up a list of what you’ll need. I’ll give it to Ryan, one of my partners. He handles our funding.”
She looked somewhat stunned. “Just like that?”
“Pretty much,” Dan said. He found it hard to believe too, but it was true. “Let’s go take a look at the hangars and see which one is in the best shape.”
Once Jazz had picked the one to use for her obstacle course, and Dan helped carry her packs upstairs to the bunkroom, there wasn’t anything more left to say.
He looked at the empty beds. He thought about the tiny kitchenette with its stock of canned goods. And he thought about this pretty girl, who looked like a cross between a prom queen and an Amazon warrior, out here all by herself, with no source of entertainment her first night.
Guilt pinched him. If she’d been the man he’d expected, he’d invite her out for a few beers and get to know her.
“I’ve got to head back to the ranch and wait for a load of concrete to arrive,” he said. According to the clock above the office door, it was already twenty past twelve. “You’re on your own for lunch, I’m afraid. There’s plenty of food in the kitchen. But how about if I pick you up around seven and take you to dinner?”
She smiled at him with those amazing blue eyes from under that long fringe of blond, jagged bangs. His heartrate, among other things, kicked up a notch, because damn it all, he had a thing for blue-eyed blonds, too.
Why not get to know her a little?
“Thanks, but I already have plans,” she said.