“Is it a highly controlled airspace, or what?” I glowered at him. “You’re such an asshole.” “Tell me, what’s the landing strip like?” His broad shoulders shook with laughter. “Pretty sure your aircraft is too small to find out.” I gave myself a mental high-five for thinking on my toes. He gave me a crooked smile, like he could tell how proud I was of my comeback. “Not bad.” He took a step closer, lowering his voice as it took on a husky quality. “But it’s definitely an Airbus.”
