Mitch scanned the faces in the boarding line at the airport looking for Nick. He spotted him.
Good, all going to plan.
He followed his team on board, lowering himself into a seat next to Ellen.
“I hate flying, especially take-offs,” she said.
“Really? That’s bad luck. We’ve got a stopover and you have to do this twice.”
Ellen opened her eyes. “I know. I guess to a pilot, hating flying’s pretty hard to imagine; but when you think about being so far from the ground with only a piece of metal between you and death.”
J.J. looked over. “Thanks for that.”
Ellen laughed.
Mitch looked across the aisle to Samantha on his right.
“Sam and Marco, huh?” he teased her. “No wonder you’re always keen to drop tapes to Information Technology.”
“Well, a girl would die waiting for a date with you,”
