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Anna
“I will be so pissed if I die delivering this jerk his groceries,” I muttered to myself as I gripped the joystick and tried to ignore the bouncing of my old floatplane.
That was impossible since the last drop had my stomach relocating in my throat. The sky had turned a nasty dark gray twenty minutes ago, the kind that didn’t bode well for me, the only pilot crazy enough to go out flying in my dad’s twenty year old tin can of an airplane.
I should be on the ground with my face in a textbook, but Jack-ass Buchanan, the spoiled city slicker, had his groceries delivered every week and I wasn’t going to shirk my job. I was the lucky one—not—who kept him from starving to death. Since he lived out in the bush, nearly two hours from Anchorage by plane, it’s not like he could pop into th
