“And the others? Were they OK with your decision?”
“Sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“Well, let’s just say my dad did his best to pretend he was happy with my choice.”
“And your mom?”
“Oh, she was all for it. Now that I think back, she pushed me so hard in that direction that I gave up any thought of going into aviation.”
“She knew you’d be a great doctor.”
“More like she thought I’d be a lousy pilot.”
“What?” Nick shook his head. He didn’t like this at all. “What made her think that?”
Jannie shrugged. “She said, and I quote, ‘It’s a man’s profession.’”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Nick clenched his teeth. What was this, the 1950s? “So, in her opinion, two of your brothers were OK to go into aviation but not you?”
“Not two, just one. Ian was set on doing his own thing and went to law school.”
“But Ian is a pilot.”
“Now he is.”
Nick frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“Apparently, lawyering wasn’t to his liking. He had an epiphany recently and decided to fly for Adam.”
“How does a lawyer switch like that?”
“I think that secretly, he realized he’d chosen the wrong profession but didn’t want to admit it. He had an ATP license that he kept current.”
“Ah.” That made sense. He felt a newfound respect for Ian for pulling off something like that. Smart of him to keep his Airline Transport Pilot license current.
“What about you?” she asked.
“Me?”
“How did you get to be a pilot?”
“I flew my ass off.”
“Did you go to college too?”
“Yup. Embry-Riddle.”
“That’s in Daytona!”
“Right.”
“And I was at UF!”
One hundred miles away, only a two-hour drive. If only he had known.
“What did you major in?” she asked.
