She Offered A Kiss As A Joke—And Underestimated The Man Who Could Save Her

“Now we wait,” Dr. Evans said.

I collapsed into a chair in the corner. Veronica didn’t leave. She pulled up a chair next to me.

She looked at her ruined designer suit, soaked and stained with oil from the cockpit. She looked at her hair, which was a mess. And then she looked at me.

“You fly pretty good for a janitor,” she said softly.

I looked at her, continue reading …