Chance answered on the fourth ring. “Ellis,” Chance roared. “Strange but good to hear from you. Why are you calling me?”
Chance was nothing if not direct. “Hey, Chance. I need a, uh, favor. I think.”
“Name it.”
Ellis found an ice pack and also pulled two bottles of water out of the fridge. He set them on the counter. “I need to borrow a, um, well, a plane.”
Chance paused for a second and then laughed. “Which one?”
“The closest one?”
“I’m messing with you. Got to get somewhere fast?”
“Sort of. A friend of mine’s father…Well, he has a funeral to go to. And there are no flights left. And he’s hurt his knee, so he’s on crutches and in pain.”
“This the dancing boy?”
Of course Chance was in the loop on Ellis’s social life. Chance and Lucian spoke often. “Yeah. Bryn. He’s…We’re…um…”
“f*
