Off Limits
"I don't fly," Delaney Carter stated as she stood in her group supervisor's utilitarian office. She glanced out the windows at the cloudless blue sky. The Phoenix sun glared back, baking the room and its two occupants as if they were a couple of Poppin' Fresh rolls. Sweat broke out across her brow and the muscles in her chest tensed at the thought of being airborne.
Roger McMillan cocked his corpulent head as if he hadn't heard her correctly. "I need hardly remind you about the geographic mobility agreement you signed."
She couldn't really blame him for being astonished. This was the first time she'd ever turned down an assignment, especially one of this magnitude, but it couldn't be helped. She'd managed to avoid air travel thus far and had no wish to end her no-fly streak. Delaney pulled at her starched shirt collar in an attempt to get more air into her lungs.
His penetrating brown eyes narrowed. Delaney fought the urge to shift under his steely regard. McMillan was a bull of a man—thick, balding and heavily muscled. It was difficult to tell where his neck ended and his barrel-shaped chest began. Most people simply followed the mustard stains on his tie.
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