Chapter 8
The sound of someone calling her name jarred Jo awake. She sat up straight, realizing she’d fallen asleep in the copilot’s seat. Alarmed, she looked around, petrified that she’d touched something she wasn’t supposed to.
“Are you awake now?” Ryker asked. “Can I hit the head?”
“Huh?” she asked, wiping sleep from her eyes. “I’m awake, but I don’t know how to fly this thing.”
“You don’t need to,” Ryker told her, already unbuckling his seatbelt. “Autopilot is on.”
“Then… why do I need to be awake,” she asked, a bit more sarcastic than she intended.
“Because… you tend to thrash while you’re sleeping, and I’d just as soon you didn’t knock us out of the sky.”
Jo’s eyes widened as she turned to stare at him, trying to figure out if he was serious. He seemed to be. He walked past he
