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Naomi turned her attention to the tattoo and the artist while they finished up, and soon after, she was walking out of there with a bandage on her leg and a smile on her face.

“So what about you?” she asked.

“I’m not getting a tattoo,” I repeated.

“No, not that,” she said with a shake of her head. “What about you and the pact? Are you still a virgin?”

“Yes,” I said. “And I don’t see that changing anytime soon.”

“Come on, you know you are bound to find some Prince Charming in your line of work. There’s always some hot guy who wants to have his condo redone, right?” she teased.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I tend to get way too wrapped up in the work itself to let myself stop and focus on the client that way.”

“Oh, okay.” She rolled her eyes.

“What?” I asked, sensing she was teasing me.

“I bet you anything you’re going to find a guy who makes you feel on top of the world,” she said with a grin. “And it’s going to be sooner rather than later.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said, being as sarcastic with my tone as possible. “So you want to celebrate your tattoo thing with ice cream? My treat.”

“Sure,” she said with a grin. “Never could turn down some ice cream.”

“Me neither,” I told her. “Let’s go.”

THREE

Greyson

“Here she is!”I beamed as I led my client to my plane Monday morning.

Kenton had worked on the plane most of Saturday and had gone through a rigorous checkup on the aircraft the day before, making sure it was really ready to go. I had taken it out the night before to check on the propeller, and I had to admit, it was flying smoother than ever.

I was already well-versed in the art of flying, and I had no trouble handling a plane when there were minor things going wrong. But, I also knew the value in making sure my plane was well-suited to travel, especially since that’s what I did for a living.

It was one thing for me to be the one putting myself in danger flying a plane that wasn’t at its peak performance. But, it was an entirely different matter when I was flying with another client on board. Their safety was top priority in my world, and I had to make sure the plane was perfectly ready for flight by the time Monday morning rolled around.

My client that day, Mr. Andrew Pelican, was known for his particulars when it came to services. I had heard of him from other pilots in the hangar, so when I learned he had booked my plane for his next flight, I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready for the trip.

But, I had a personal standard I wished to meet with every client I flew, and he would be no different.

Though I could see his snobbishness from the moment he stepped out of the limo that dropped him off, I didn’t let it bother me. Instead, I took him straight to the plane, insisting on being the one to carry his only suitcase and placing it on board for him.

“Not exactly checked luggage, but we offer only the best service in these parts,” I joked as I put the suitcase on the plane.

He smiled, looking over the aircraft with a critical eye. I was already planning on him having something to say about it but was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t seem to find anything negative about the plane right off the bat. I didn’t want to get my hopes up too high. I was sure it wasn’t going to take much for him to start complaining about it in one way or another.

But still, if we were off to a good start, I wanted to keep the momentum going as long as I could.

“I see you’re heading up toward Canada,” I commented, mapping out where we were flying.

“That’s right,” he replied. “I figured I would treat myself to a week away.”

“You have a lot of obligations at home?” I asked. “Wife, kids, maybe?”

“Nope and nope,” he said with a shake of his head and a big smile on his face. “I never saw much of an appeal to either of those. Seems to me that women are only after my bank account, and why would I want to make more children in a world that is already past capacity? I would rather spend my hard-earned money on myself and the life I want to live, not on some other people who didn’t do a thing to earn my money.”

“That’s fair,” I said, though I wasn’t sure I agreed with him.

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