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wilderness, I’m coming back to haunt someone’s ass.
    “Jesus Christ!” she yelped as the tiny airplane hit another pocket of turbulence that tossed the matchbox-sized deathtrap around.
    The fact that her pilot was chuckling like this was the most fun he’d ever had was not helping.
    “Relax! It’s just the gusts from the mountains. Makes for a choppy ride sometimes. We’re perfectly safe,” he said, turning around in his seat and giving her a toothy grin.
    All color drained from her face and Keesha’s long nails dug into the upholstery. Her Louis Vuitton bag had bounced out from under the seat and was now rattling around somewhere in the back of the plane. She was definitely not going to get out of her seat to go and find it or she’d end up being tossed and flipped right along with it.
    “Oh, no you don’t! You keep your damn attention on those controls, mister! I intend to see this god-forsaken town all of you are blabbering about and I don’t want to do it in a body bag!” Keesha hissed, teetering somewhere between madness and acceptance of her untimely demise.
    That’s exactly what I need. What else would make this week better than dying… in Idaho, in the freaking mountains, after quitting my job and burning all my bridges, on my way to see a guy I met on a dating app?
    An involuntary groan escaped Keesha’s lips. She wasn’t sure whether it was because the airplane decided to suddenly drop a couple of dozen feet or because she was yet again caught considering her unbelievable situation.
    How had she managed to go from a steady, stressful, but well-paying job in her field to being unemployed, unemployable and on her way to the middle of nowhere? She wasn’t sure, but she was willing to give at least half a limb to anyone who could shake some sense back into her and get her life back on track.
    Of course, she was fine with the concept of that happening sometime after she had made it back on the ground safely.
    “Relax! Slate Morenkov hasn’t crashed once in his life, unless he intended to, and he ain’t gonna start now! Wohoo!”
    Keesha wasn’t convinced. Neither by the self-congratulation or the wohoo that preceded a sharp drop through the clouds. And it didn’t stop her from screaming, either.
    A few minutes later, the plane trundled safely down onto the ground and taxied easily down the very short runway. Calling it a runway was being generous, though. Keesha had been on country roads that were both wider and better maintained than that pockmarked stretch of dirt and asphalt.
    When they came to a stop and Slate cut the engines, he twirled around in his seat again and gave Keesha another dazzling smile.
    “Welcome to Shifter Grove airport! We hope you have enjoyed your flight and will be flying with us again! Well, you’re gonna have to if you wanna leave. I’m the only guy that flies around here.”
    Slate grinned and winked at her and Keesha actively wished she had something within reach to hurl at his head. With easy movements, he loped out of the chair and went past Keesha, picking up her purse and gathering its contents before Keesha could wrestle herself out of the seatbelt.
    He kicked open the door and let down the two rickety steps that acted as the stairs. Slate reached a hand out to Keesha and she took it gladly, testing her luck on the stairs.
    “Thank you for not killing me!”
    “Thank you for not getting killed with me. Never seen turbulence that bad around here!” he said, wearing a cheeky grin.
    Choppy ride her ass. She gave him a glare and he shrugged good-naturedly, before pointing towards the tarmac.
    “I think someone’s waiting for you.”
    Keesha whipped her head around. She almost dropped her purse when she saw the mountain of a man that had come to greet her. He stood at a respectful distance from the stairs, looking both sheepish and completely ready for action at the same time. Keesha gulped.
    Holy shit, he’s big. What if I don’t like him? What if he