“Christina, I’m so sorry. We need this,” Debbie said, “I had no idea you and Mason Glenn had such history.”
“How long am I back there for, Debbie?”
“We haven’t agreed on any fixed time. He mentioned three months with a further option of another three, but we can fix that in the contract,” Debbie said.
“Good,” said Christina, “Because I’m not doing this indefinitely. Three months is long enough. Six is cruel.” Debbie looked concerned. “I want your assurance – in writing – that I am still on my sister’s case,” Christina said icily.
“Of course,” Debbie agreed, “I wouldn’t ask you to do this Christina if it wasn’t important to the survival of the firm.”
Christina nodded and waited for Debbie to leave her office before swearing in a way that would make Bonnie proud. She picked up her cell phone and sent Riley a blistering text, but there was no response. He’d planned this down to the last detail, including him making a great escape before she could get her hands on him. Nicholas Xavier Riley had some serious explaining to do.
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Mason
Mason Glenn waited until he was inside the town car before he allowed himself a smile that turned into a full belly laugh. He’d enjoyed that much more than he thought he would. Darth Martin had hated it, which made his satisfaction grow in size. He looked down and rearranged his trousers. Her hitting him behind the bike sheds had given him an erection.
Although he’d had to mask it from Riley, all his female warrior and dominatrix characters in his games, and applications had been based on Darth. His favorite was a large breasted, serial killer, with large, dark dominant eyes that he’d named The Evil Queen. She sucked the life out of her victims in a pornographic way and then ritually sacrificed them.
Mason once thought her mother was one of the sexiest women he’d ever seen. He’d stolen her panties off the clothesline on purpose and pretended it was a mistake. As far as he was concerned, the ass whooping Darth had given him was a small price to pay. Definitely: worth it.
The little Martin girl was like her mother in looks, but not in personality. She was also dark and twisty, like her sister, and Christina had put him off the Martin sisters forever. As much as he’d have liked to make an attempt on Gabby, self-preservation was his over-riding evolutionary imperative.
Mason smirked. He and Darth would never be friends, but he did respect her, even though the feeling wasn’t mutual. She took no prisoners and he had a grudging admiration for that. He was one of the few people that thought she had murdered Riley when he disappeared. Rather than disliking her, she rose in Mason’s estimation.
He shook his head. He would never understand altruism as long as he lived. It was a foreign country and he didn’t understand it – not even observing it by third party, watching Riley try to do something good for Darth. If Mason’s spidey senses were right, Riley was in for a world of angry and done himself no favors.
Mason laughed out loud thinking about it and sent a text:
Mason: It’s done.
Riley: How bad?
Mason: Not quite def con 1, but getting there. Glad I’m not you.
Riley: You dream of being me.
Mason: Only when they’re wet.
Riley: L WTF?
Mason: Asked for her bra. She said no.
Riley: Don’t do that. EVER. AGAIN.
Mason: Hope you know what you’re doing.
Riley: Not a clue.
Mason: At least you admit it.
Riley: Almost out of range. C u l8r.
Mason: Talk to you next week. Ciao.
THE END
About the author
Neeny Boucher is a nom de plume because her real name sounds like a 19th Century suffragette. She is a lover of the weird, the outcast and those on the margins of society. She is also an appreciator of music, art, film, television, popular culture, social encounters, and the human condition. Originally from New Zealand, she is a strong supporter of the All Blacks, has lived all over the world and is currently a trailing spouse in a picturesque village in Switzerland with two wonderful children.
Her employment history is varied and has ranged from the sublime to the ridiculous, not to mention, the messy. The sublime: teaching. The ridiculous: tour guide on a gondola when she has an irrational fear of heights. The messy: cleaning out turkey houses in Israel waiting for the European winter to pass.
She has done all sorts of things she wouldn’t allow her children to do, including hitchhiking around southern Africa in her wild youth. All the experiences, however, provided the opportunity to par-take in her favorite past time of people watching. A collector of amazing stories, Neeny decided it was time to put them in fiction, allowing readers to enjoy them as much as she did. Please feel free to contact the author on Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, and Pinterest.
Table of Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Prologue: Stopovers
Chapter One – Runway
Chapter Two – Lost and Found
Chapter Three – Departures
Chapter Four – Arrivals
Chapter Five – May Day
Chapter Six – The home route
Chapter Seven – Check-in
Chapter Eight – Dirty, dirty up
Chapter Nine – Connecting flights
Chapter Ten – Unaccompanied minor
Chapter Eleven – Transits
Chapter Twelve – Flight paths
Chapter Thirteen – Boarding passes
Chapter Fourteen – In flight Safety
Chapter Fifteen – Wake turbulence
Chapter Sixteen – Traffic control
Chapter Seventeen – Re-positioning
Chapter Eighteen – Return flights
Chapter Nineteen – Cabin Crew
Chapter Twenty – Fire in the hole
Chapter Twenty-one – In-flight entertainment
Chapter Twenty-two – Layovers
Chapter Twenty-three – Cabin Pressure
Epilogue: Christina, D.C., The Present, Monday 22 October
About the author
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