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“I just asked you how much room you had for that pallet.” She thumbed over her shoulder toward the pallet in question.
“Oh,” I said.
Tucker cast me a sideways glance. “Everything all right?”
“Everything's fine,” I muttered.
Everythingwasfine. Except Harley had blown my mind three nights ago, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. We were both doing a bang-up job of avoiding each other since then, yet I couldn't stop thinking about her. It was so bad. I even tried to hook up with Layla last night, but I couldn't even kiss her. It was crazy. I felt like I'd lost my mind.
Tucker peered into the back of my plane, glancing over at Skylar as he straightened. “Let's put half in his plane and half in mine.”
I mentally kicked myself, glancing back and forth between them and offering, “Sounds like a plan. I can't take that whole pallet. What is it anyway?”
“Food,” Skylar replied. “Let's get to it.”
The three of us quickly loaded up both of our planes. When we were done, Skylar smiled. “Thanks, you guys.”
Tucker leaned down to kiss her. “See you tonight.”
I waved and climbed into my plane. My day started out with transport and then handling some local flights. Tourists required a little more conversation usually, so that would make my day easier.
Midmorning, I landed in Seldovia, where my friend Tom was waiting. He smiled at me, waggling his eyebrows. “What have you got today? The store is totally out of milk, so I hope you have some.”
“I don’t know what's in those crates, but probably some milk. Tucker will be here in a bit with more,” I replied.
He grinned. “I'm sure there is.”
He helped me unload, offering, “Make this flight back quick. I'm gonna be late for my doctor's appointment.”
“Am I late?” I asked.
“No. I'm late.” He chuckled. “I was supposed to take the flight with Nora earlier, but, well, I overslept.”
I laughed as I opened the passenger door. “Hop in the front, man. Nobody else is with me for this one.”
“Nice. Can we chat?”
“Of course.” Tom was a regular customer. Most of the locals were regulars.
That was one of the things I loved about my job. I enjoyed flying and got to fly over the breathtaking landscape of Alaska every day. We completed a variety of tasks, such as taking tourists out for sightseeing and handling transport for goods and locals. It was a one-of-a-kind job, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Once we were up in the air, we began chatting on the private channel on the headset, discussing the weather, business, and the like. Tom commented that he needed to pick up a gift for his anniversary.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, this is wife number four, but she was also my first wife. So really, she's wife number one,” he offered with a chuckle. I couldn't help but laugh. “Hey, we figured it out in time,” he added.
“What are you going to get her?”
“I don't know. I'm really shitty at getting gifts. I am good at remembering that I need to get them, though.”
“Well, what does she like?” I asked.
“That's the thing. She's got everything. She always says I shouldn't worry about it.”
“Well, maybe you should do something for her.”
“What do you mean do something for her?”
