Page 17 of Life To My Flight

Their love for each other was downright disturbing at times.

“We have a demonstration today. Your favorite,” he said as he raised his eyebrows at me.

He was lying.

I hated to do meet and greets, as well as demonstrations.

I wasn’t on this team to kiss the big wig’s ass; I was there to do my job.

Nonetheless, he treated me as his prized pupil. I’d done a meet and greet no less than five times since I’d hired on.

The crew, and I, had better things to do than demos for the companies that paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to this project.

Like save a few lives for instance.

If they wanted proof, all they had to do was read the newspaper articles on us.

“Fuckin’ A. Where at?” I asked.

He smiled. “Christus Health. You know, where I found you cornering that poor girl in the hallway. Was she smelling you? I couldn’t tell by the way you were towering over her like The Hulk.”

I flipped him the bird.

Well that changed things.

I owed her a lunch, anyway.

Chapter 3

May God send you flight medics in your dreams, ‘cause seriously, they’ll bring you good luck…or maybe just wet, satisfying dreams. But who cares?

-Text from Rue to Cody

Rue

“They’re shutting down the parking lot again,” Cody said from his spot next to me on the park bench.

I glared at him.

He was eating a bowl of leftover taco soup.

Although he’d offered me some, I’d declined.

Cody was all of a hundred and twenty pounds, wet. The man needed the sustenance more than I did.

I had some body fat my cells could live on if they got desperate.

“Fuck,” I said when I saw which helicopter was landing.

It was the same white/green/and blue as the one that had changed my life only two short days ago.

“There was no radio in on anyone coming here. Wonder what they’re here for,” Cody speculated as he shoved another spoonful of soup into his mouth.

I looked away from him to the massive crowd that was crowded around the back parking lot. “I think it has something to do with the CEO’s being here today. That has to be it.”

“Maybe,” Cody said around a mouth full of food. “Maybe it’s because that sexy man in that flight suit right there wanted to bring you some lunch.”

My head whipped around and I saw Cleo walking towards me with a brown paper bag in his hand. “Do you think he went through the drive through?”

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