Chapter Eleven
There were several weeks of blue skies, and sunny days and lots of flying, Ashley taking Greg’s planes all through Northern California, to nearly every tiny runway in all the nowhere places. Her days were like heaven, and the nights . . . without Nick they were lonely . . . with Nick, they were curious.
She counted on him twice a week, flying in for an evening, occasionally on Friday, Nick taking her back to San Francisco for the weekend. He became an adventure for her every time when she realized that his swinging moods were difficult to predict. Some evenings she’d have a lothario in bed, other times, a sullen testy man who was always one second away from spanking her, so he said. At other times, when he was neither amorous or sullen, Nick was bright, amiable and full o
