Taming GI Jane

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Author: Debra Webb
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some help. He just hadn’t expected it to come in such a tiny, feminine form.
    Time would tell if dynamite really did come in small packages.
    He already knew first-hand that she packed as undeniable charge.

 
     
    Chapter Two
     
    “Miss…oh, sergeant…Yoohoo, Jane!” a breathless, feminine voice trilled.
    Exasperated, Jane stopped and turned to face the group of retreat guests she’d been assigned to whip into shape for the next two weeks. Impossible. She groaned inwardly. No . She would not consider this an impossibility—it was merely a challenge. She was a highly trained soldier. She could forego food and sleep, walk for days without stopping and hit a silhouette’s upper mass three hundred meters away with a military-issue weapon. Jane had the bolo badge to prove it. And a drill sergeant’s patch to boot.
    She could do this.
    “Yes, ma’am,” Jane acknowledged as Mrs. Suddath, the general’s beloved—however hefty—wife, stumbled toward her. Think of it as a challenge , Jane reminded that part of her that wanted to doubt her ability to succeed in this mission. A Passerella never backed away from a challenge.
    Mrs. Suddath fanned a tendril of salon-produced blond hair from her plump cheek with one crimson-nailed hand, then blew out a heavy breath. “Did you say we were going to walk two whole miles?” The southern belle smile on her ruby-red lips slipped a bit.
    “That’s affirmative, ma’am.” Jane positioned her arms behind her back and assumed an at-ease position. As far as she could see, the only thing Mrs. Suddath had done regarding weight loss and physical training programs was avoid them like the plague.
    Mrs. Suddath patted at the sweat dampening her flushed, cosmetic-embellished face. “Well, I’m just certain that we’ve walked that far already,” she suggested in a honeyed tone that no doubt garnered her anything she wanted from the general. “Why, I’ve never broken a sweat like this in my entire life. I’m not sure it’s healthy for a woman of my fragile nature.”
    Jane wondered how it was possible to bat false lashes quite so rapidly. She manufactured a smile for the general’s wife. Mrs. Suddath was no doubt accustomed to acquiescence due to her position as post commander’s wife, if not her practiced charm. Jane had no intention of bowing to either. “We’re almost halfway, ma’am.”
    “Halfway?” another middle-aged matron wailed as she plopped down on a nearby tree stump. “I don’t think I can take another step.”
    Murmuring rumbled through the ten remaining stragglers as they stalled, then dropped to the ground, the nearest tree stump or large rock. Jane stifled the sigh of defeat that rose in her throat. No way in hell would a group of big, beautiful members of the officers’ wives club cause her to fail in her assigned mission. She was a soldier. Failure was not an option.
    “There’s a marker at the one-mile point. We’ll turn back there,” she explained.
    Nobody moved.
    Jane moistened her lips and swallowed back the first words that raced to the tip of her tongue. These women weren’t soldiers, and she had to tread lightly. She scanned the huffing, puffing clutch of couch potatoes and considered her options: Leave them, or motivate them into action.
    Though the wayward thought was appealing , leaving them was out of the question.
    Jane cleared her throat, and opted for another approach. “Well, I’m going to carry on. You ladies can catch up when you’ve rested suitably.” She turned to take a step, but paused as if belatedly remembering some significant point she’d forgotten to mention. “Just one thing, be sure to watch for lizards and snakes. They’re everywhere in these woods,” she warned before heading off down the trail.
    If took about two seconds for the group to absorb the impact of her words. Jane smiled at the clamor of feminine shrieks and the shuffle of feet scrambling behind her. Nothing like a little extra motivation to shift

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