“It’s like riding a bike, Zara. I’m still a good pilot if that’s what you’re worried about.” He climbs back on his jet ski in the water. “I don’t fly anymore.” I say it like it’s some unchangeable fact. But to be honest, I’m no match for Alistair’s persuasion, and I already know if he tries to get me in the air, he’ll probably succeed. Nash is persuasive too, but I get a thrill out of denying him.
