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

to face me. A strange look crossed her face. It was the same look she had in the hangar when she realized I had fixed her machine. It was a look of calculation. Of risk.

“Ethan,” she said.

I stood up. “Yes?”

“The Bell 525,” she said. “The prototype. The one you fixed.”

“What about it?”

“It’s built for high-speed offshore operations,” she said, her mind continue reading …