The plane drops so suddenly, Colin barely has time to react before the pilot regains control and they’re flying up and safely again.
“Sorry about that,” the pilot says over the speakers.
Colin recognizes the voice, and grits his teeth. Lydia is piloting the plane? Since when? He gets up and storms into the pulpit. Lydia turns around and grins at him.
“Miss me?” she asks.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asks.
“I’m your pilot this evening. It’s my promotion.”
“Promotion for what? Disappearing?”
She shrugs.
“You call it disappearing. I call it being a hero and doing my job. We can’t see eye-to-eye on everything, I suppose,” she says.
“Right. And what job was that?”
“Oh, Colin. You know better than to ask me questions with classified answers.”
Colin rolls his eyes. “Just try not to kill us, okay?”
“I can’t make any promises.”
She winks at him, and Colin turns around and goes back to his seat.
“Is something wrong?” Emmalee asks.
“You could say that.”
“Are we going to be okay? Are we safe?”
Colin doesn’t answer.
He hasn’t quite figured that answer out himself.
