âThe pilot just called to let me know theyâll be touching down in ten,â Cainâs rough voice tells me through the phone. âSome dumb fuck stalled out on the runway, delaying their takeoff, but he made up some of the time in the air.â
âThatâs not a problem,â I tell him. âI know this was all pretty last minute.â
âUsually is with you.â His chuckle sounds rarely used.
âCanât argue.â After hanging up, I slide my phone back into my pocket.
Ten to land, five to taxi here, another ten to unload and gear up. We should be on the road in under thirty.
I cross the floor to update the guys and glance over to the SUV where Cassandra is sitting.
As promised, the back door facing the hangar is open, and sheâs leaning against the far door with her legs stretched out in front of her across the rear bench seat. Sheâs finished her candy and is doing something on her phone. Probably reading through her favorite recipe sites.
Determined to give this update and then go sit with her, Iâm just turning my head away from my girl when the door behind her suddenly opens, and sheâs dragged back out of the vehicle.