Branded
“His eyes cut momentarily to his copilot. Wearing jeans, boots, a black tank, silver shades, and her headphones, she made him wish his chopper had autopilot.
“You look good in my bird,” he said with a grin.
She heard him in her headset and turned to look at him, smiled back in that I’m-slightly-freaked-out way. “I don’t know about good. Terrified’s more like it.”
He chuckled. “Darlin’, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”
“We could’ve driven,” she said, her hands fisting around her seat. “That fancy truck of yours was available.”
“You’ll love it. In fact, knowing you, I’m bettin’ that after this trip you’ll be wanting to learn to fly him yourself.”
“I’m bettin’ on the possibility of vomiting.”
“Airsick bags are in the compartment to your right.”
She glanced over as they rose into the air.
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