Page 85 of An Unexpected Everything
“So where are we going in this thing? Vegas?” I teased.
“No, I’m not taking you to Vegas in a piston single engine aircraft. This baby has six hundred nautical miles of range, can seat up to four, has over an eight-hundred-pound useful load, and needs a little over fifteen hundred feet of takeoff distance. It’s the best training plane out there.”
“Did you read that in the manual?” I asked dryly.
“You know I did. I know every inch of this baby. It’s going to suck when he sells her.”
“You really think Adam’s going to sell her.”
“Probably. He got a green Caravan which seats up to fourteen, and I don’t know if he wants this tiny plane.”
“Maybe he doesn’t want to waste that much fuel, or deal with that many people. He won’t give up your baby easily.”
“I hope not because I love her. So get in, and I’m going to do my normal preflight checks. You just sit there and look pretty.”
I batted my eyelashes. “It doesn’t take much.”
I got into the co-pilot seat and did what I did best. Nothing. At least that’s what my father had said.
I frowned, pushing those thoughts from my head. Why the hell was I thinking of my dead father today? He truly didn’t matter. He was gone, and while his sharp talons of control were still dug in deep in some of us, I didn’t really care about him. He had never liked me, pretty sure he had never loved me, and so I wasn’t going to give him the time of day.
My phone buzzed and I looked down at the readout as Joshua did his preflight checks.
Flynn:
Are you heading to town this weekend? Hudson isn’t answering my calls.
I rolled my eyes because those two might be twins, but they sure didn’t have that twin-speak like others did.
Me:
Probably. We were just there, but Amy liked the place. Plus, it’s always good to check on Harper.
Harper was Joshua’s little sister. Eight years younger than us, barely out of college, and owned her own business that was doing damn well in town. Yes, she rented from us and had taken a loan from the Cages, but it was better us than the bank. At least, that’s what my father had said.
I frowned, annoyed he was in my head once again.
Flynn:
Get him to call me. I have paperwork to go over, and I don’t have time to head out to the lake this weekend.
Me:
I thought you had to work on whatever the mayor had asked of you?
While our family owned and operated much of the town, Flynn was the one who took care of many of the businesses in Cage Lake. With Hudson being his proxy, as our brother was the only one who lived there full-time. Of course, that would change in the future since Isabella was moving there for most of the year to be with Weston. And wasn’t that a change? I had known Weston for as long as I had known Joshua, though he had been a couple of years older than us. It was a damn small world it seemed. But that was small towns for you. Even though I didn’t live there, I stayed there enough that I got the idea of it.
Flynn:
I have a meeting that I can’t get out of. And I need Hudson’s help.
Me:
I’ll take care of it if he can’t. Maybe he’s working.
Considering Hudson got lost in his work when he was painting, it made sense.
But I knew we were both worried about the unsaid things. That maybe Hudson was in another spiral. Neither of us wanted that to happen.
