well organized. Jim really knew how to run an airport, Jake thought. While inspecting a storage closet neatly housing spare parts and dials, Jake heard the familiar sound of a welder hard at work. He wanted to meet some of the employees, so he set out in the direction of the noise. He was surprised to find out that someone was still here because most employees would have packed up and headed out over an hour ago when the airport had officially closed.
When he neared the small plane with jump-suited legs and work boots sticking out from underneath, he paused and waited a moment for the worker to reach a stopping point.
* * * *
Beneath the Cessna, as she reinforced a mechanism, Abby wondered how Scarlett had fared with her foolish plan. When she reached a place where she felt comfortable stopping, she decided to go ahead and call it a day. She could only wear a welding helmet for so long, anyway.
She’d just scooted out from her work space beneath the small plane when a male voice made her start.
“Hi, there,” it said.
She twisted around in the direction of the voice. One of the men who had arrived earlier was just a few feet away.
“Don’t be startled,” he went on. “Looks like a great job you’re doing there, man.”
Of course he thinks I’m a man. Biting back irritation, she stood up and pulled the heavy helmet off. The look of shock on the pilot’s face was priceless.
“So you’re one of those guys who doesn’t think a woman can work on a plane?” As she spoke, she ran her hand over her pixie-cut hair, hoping none of her locks were standing straight up as they happened to do sometimes. “Typical—”
“Just wait a second.” He smiled, putting up both hands. “That’s not how I am, I promise. I’m just surprised to see that such a beautiful woman was underneath that helmet.”
Now it was Abby’s turned to be surprised. He couldn’t be serious. Had he even noticed her sister? Everyone noticed her beautiful, blonde sister first. Not that it mattered too much to Abby.
“How was your flight in?” she asked, hoping he could detect at least a modicum of interest in her voice.
“Perfect. The skies were clear and smooth,” Jake told her.
“That’s nice,” she said. Abby was pretty sure if it wasn’t the dead of winter, she would hear crickets chirping.
“The name’s Jake, by the way. And you are. . . .” He waited.
“Abby.” She shook the hand that was held out to her.She knew she should try to strike up a better conversation, but the words wouldn’t come out.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Abby,” Jake replied.
“Um, you too. I have to get going, Jake. Maybe I will see you around tomorrow,” she said.
After she had grabbed her things from the office and started making her way across the darkened parking lot to her truck, it seemed to her that Scarlett hadn’t needed her help in the first place, as she saw no sign of Scarlett or the other man anywhere on the grounds.
* * * *
Jake was dumbstruck as the beautiful creature walked away. Her beauty was not like the obvious beauty of the blonde bombshell who had greeted them when they arrived. He was used to women fawning all over him, usually after someone informed them of his wealth, but this girl had seemed like she couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Jake decided he had to get to know this intriguing girl better. He would find her again tomorrow and try to strike up a more substantial conversation.
Right now, he thought he had better check in with Will. There was no telling what wiles that vixen was currently throwing at him.
He made his way back to Jim’s office. Jim was at his desk, wearing reading glasses and intently studying some paperwork.
“Jim, I am taking off, but I will be back in the morning,” Jake said.
“Sounds good, Mr. Penner. Have a good night” Jim replied.
“Please call me Jake,” he reminded the older man before he left the office.
On his way across the parking lot
Douglas Preston, Lincoln Child