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“We’ve got one bottle of water. What are we going to do?”

I didn’t know how to answer that question. “I don’t know.”

She nods and takes a deep breath. “Okay. Well, I guess there’s no point in worrying about the inevitable.”

“Hey, there’s still a chance we get rescued today.”

She offers a soft smile. “Sure.”

She doesn’t believe it. I’m not sure I believe it.

“We should stay out of the sun,” I tell her.

She leans her head on my shoulder. “Do you know what I’ve been thinking about?”

“No.”

“My funeral.”

“Hey, no,” I say and wrap my arms around her shoulders. “You can’t think like that.”

“But I do. I don’t have any friends. My parents won’t even know I’m missing unless my firm calls them. HR has them as my emergency contact. They’ll hire someone to plan my funeral. If they have it in New York—”

“Is that where you’re from?”

“It’s where I’m from originally, but I’ve been in Seattle about five years. I don’t have friends. I have acquaintances and they’d come to my funeral, but probably not. They’re all busy.”

I wasn’t sure how to assure her.

“What about you?” she asks. “Who’ll be at your funeral?”

The question catches me off guard. “I have a buddy I used to work with. He’d probably go.”

“That’s it?” she presses. “What about your family?”

“I don’t have any. Not anymore.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s life,” I shrug. “I might have a few other pilots that would show up.”

“What about the woman at the airport?” she asks. “The one that clearly has a thing for you.”

I chuckle. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Don’t be cocky.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend if that’s what you’re asking. My line of work makes relationships very difficult.”

“How did you get to be a private pilot?”

I hesitate, unsure of how much to reveal. "I worked for Delta for a couple of years," I admit. “I decided to go private. I like having control over my schedule and there’s a lot less bureaucracy.”

She nods, her expression thoughtful. "You seem young to be a pilot," she observes.

“I am, but that doesn’t make me any less qualified.”

“Oh, touch, touchy,” she teases.

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