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

seat. She wasn’t a pilot, but she strapped in, her face pale but determined.

“You know how to read a map?” I asked over the intercom.

“I run a navigation company, Ethan,” she replied, her voice shaky but defiant. “Just fly the damn thing.”

I grabbed the collective. My hands, the hands that had been mopping floors for three years, now commanded ten million continue reading …