Chapter Thirty Four
They arrived at the airport just before seven o’clock and Jack unloaded the travel cases from the trunk before dropping off the keys at the Avis counter. As they strode side by side toward the security gate, his hand seemed to keep brushing hers, sending little messages of intent. Security was lax and the guard recognized her as the lady pilot. Jack held open the glass door and they stepped onto the tarmac.
The pink Bikini-Bus was a scant one-hundred feet away, parked on the apron. Inside the plane, Jack stowed his case in an overhead bin and followed Irene into the cockpit where he placed her case in the locker and watched smugly as she slipped into the pilot’s seat. He couldn’t miss the way in which her short dress skinny-ed up her nude thighs; and the fact that she
