“Yeah, I guess he did.” Reed tipped up his champagne glass and drained it, leaving Dirge and me while he went to pour another, all the way to the rim.
It was my turn to sigh at that.
The sounds of another UTV approaching brought us all to the door of the hangar, where Brielle, Kane, and Gael were getting their luggage unloaded.
“Morning,” Kane called, lifting a hand in greeting. A man in a pilot’s uniform appeared from somewhere, coming to shake Kane’s hand and brief him on the flight plan. After a quick exchange of hugs with Bri, we were ready to board.
“Does he have to come on every trip?” Leigh muttered as we climbed the short staircase that led into the aircraft, staring death daggers at Gael, who was studiously ignoring us, his back turned and his arms crossed a few feet away.
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