Page 19 of Life To My Flight

Still sad.

Still just as broken now as I was this morning.

Although, that didn’t mean I couldn’t eat his Mexican food, and then go about my business.

We ate in silence, the feelings that were between us sitting there percolating just as they’d used to.

It’d been like this before, and I remembered it all to well.

When we’d met, it was a very trying time for the both of us; nonetheless, that didn’t stop us from first becoming friends, and then something...more.

I didn’t know what he was to me now.

An ex? An old friend? Nothing?

Whatever it was, it most definitely wasn’t together.

Licking the last bite off my plastic fork, I stood. “Thanks for the lunch.”

I tried not to look at him. I really did. But he had that magnetism to him. The thing that drew me to him.

His eyes were like black diamonds; glittering with something I’d never seen before.

“What?” I asked finally.

He shook his head. “Nothing, sweetheart. I just wanted to make sure you had lunch. I didn’t realize until I got to the station that your salad was still in my saddlebags. I didn’t want you to go hungry.”

I nearly melted.

Nearly.

“Thank you,” I said quietly. “What’s going on today?”

He was sitting on the bench, his legs spread wide with his elbows resting on his knees.

He hung his head and rolled it, eliciting a few pops and cracks as he did it. “The boss’s boss wants to show his prized toy around. He wants to get everyone ‘ooing’ and ‘ahhing’ over us and the new EC-135.”

I scrunched my nose up at him. “Is that the kind of plane you ride in?”

He chuckled. “It’s a helicopter, not a plane.”

“Same thing,” I sniped back.

“Not even in the least. A plane has fixed wings. A helicopter has blades.”

“Whatever,” I snapped.

The man could argue with damn near anything. He was annoying like that.

And smart.

Very smart.

He could also read me like an open book.

He was getting to me, and I couldn’t afford for him to get to me. He’d really hurt me. Fucked me up so bad that there were times I didn’t know which way was up.

Then he shows up, acting as if he hadn’t done a damn thing to hurt me.

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