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“I know.”
“Ready?” asked Mantis, motioning toward the plane.
“As I’ll ever be.”
“YOU SHOULD BE A FLIGHT INSTRUCTOR,” she told him fifteen minutes later, after he’d walked her through various system checks.
“I’ve done a lot of training in my lifetime. On both sides.”
“You’re good at it.”
“Let’s see you repeat everything I just showed you.”
Saylor went through the same series of checks Mantis had, and then waited.
“Perfect. What’s next?”
She went through what she’d do next in a smaller aircraft.
“You’re a natural,” he told her.
MANTIS STAYED ENGAGED throughout the flight, letting her figure out certain things on her own, pointing out what Saylor missed, and praising what she did right.
It almost seemed too soon for them to begin their descent; the flight seemed to have gone so quickly.
Once they’d landed, Saylor was giddy. Especially when her girls came running up to her, asking a million questions all at once about what it was like to fly the plane.
“I didn’t fly the plane, Mr. Gehring did.”
“Don’t let her be humble,” Mantis said, kneeling down so he was on their level. “Your mama did a fantastic job getting us home safely.”
She had to admit, few things felt better than seeing the look of awe and pride on her daughters’ faces.
“We’ll be back in the air at zero eight hundred tomorrow,” Mantis told her. “Get a good night’s sleep.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re transporting Doc and Merrigan to DC tomorrow.”
“Are you saying that I’m going?”
“Hasn’t Doc talked to you?”
“No. He hasn’t.”
“Well, my bad, then. I know he intends to, though. With Onyx and Alegria both grounded and…” Mantis lowered his voice. “It isn’t like Corazón was around that long anyway. My point is that Doc is anxious to get you on the payroll.”
Saylor was too stunned to speak. Never in a million years would she have guessed that learning to fly would result in getting a job offer.
“I never…”
“What did you never?” asked Razor. “Did Mantis tell you Doc wants to open a dialogue about bringing you on board?”
“Is he serious?” Saylor whispered. She could tell her brother wanted to make a smartass remark, like both of them were prone to, but instead, he got emotional.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, Saylor.”
“Thanks, Raze. But, the girls…”
