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Denver’s attention grew focused. “I have several steps to go through, so be patient.”

“Take your time.” Morgan absentmindedly tapped her foot on the floor, praying it was a fluke, that Jason was merely killing time, flying around with a buddy.

“Almost there.” Denver’s keyboard clicking slowed and then stopped. “Jason Greer is your ex’s name.”

“Correct. G-R-E-E-R.” Morgan studied his face, trying to gauge his reaction to whatever was showing up on the screen. “You found Coastal Aviation?”

“I did.”

She braced herself. “What about Jason?”

Denver made an unhappy sound. “I have some good news and some bad news. Which would you like first?”

Chapter 3

“I’ll take the bad news first.”

“Jason is enrolled in Coastal Aviation’s flight training program,” Denver confirmed.

Morgan could feel the color drain from her face at the implication of her ex obtaining a pilot’s license. He could fly his own plane. Fly to Michigan. Fly to Easton Island. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“What…what’s the good news?”

“He only recently enrolled. He’s required to wait one year after his drug conviction to apply for a pilot’s license.” Denver grimaced. “However, if his conviction was overturned, there aren’t any restrictions.”

“How long does the training program take?”

“It’s typically three to six months. If he plans to get an instrument rating certification, it takes an additional three months.”

“So, anywhere from a couple of months up to nine months.” Morgan sprang from her chair and paced. “Why would Jason want a pilot’s license, other than the obvious?”

“You think he’s doing this to get to you undetected?”

“Yes. Maybe. I don’t know. He would have to fly into Easton Island Airport.”

“We’re already on the lookout for him. He could try flying incognito, using false identification.”

“I honestly wouldn’t put anything past him,” she sighed. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

“I’m sorry, Morgan. I wish I had better news.”

“Me too.” She slid her phone into her pocket. “When did he start the program?”

Denver adjusted his reading glasses. “Four weeks ago.”

“Which means I’m safe for at least a couple more months.” Morgan thanked her friend and wandered out of the office. Jason becoming a pilot. He’d never voiced an interest—ever. Why now?

She returned to Locke Pointe and found Chester sprawled out under her desk. He did a doggie shake and pawed at her leg, his signal that he needed to go out.

“Excellent idea, bud. I could use some fresh air.” She followed her pup to the rear entrance and moseyed around the yard, noticing the projects Greg had tackled, anticipating a busy spring and summer season.

She heard steady pounding coming from the vicinity of the carriage house. “C’mon, Chester. Let’s see what Greg is working on.”

She found her handyman standing at the workbench, nailing legs to the cornhole game board.

He must’ve glimpsed her out of the corner of his eye and stopped hammering. “Hey, Morgan.”