“The pilot just called to let me know they’ll be touching down in ten,” Cain’s rough voice tells me through the phone. “Some dumb fuck stalled out on the runway, delaying their takeoff, but he made up some of the time in the air.”
“That’s not a problem,” I tell him. “I know this was all pretty last minute.”
“Usually is with you.” His chuckle sounds rarely used.
“Can’t argue.” After hanging up, I slide my phone back into my pocket.
Ten to land, five to taxi here, another ten to unload and gear up. We should be on the road in under thirty.
I cross the floor to update the guys and glance over to the SUV where Cassandra is sitting.
As promised, the back door facing the hangar is open, and she’s leaning against the far door with her legs stretched out in front of her across the rear bench seat. She’s finished her candy and is doing something on her phone. Probably reading through her favorite recipe sites.
Determined to give this update and then go sit with her, I’m just turning my head away from my girl when the door behind her suddenly opens, and she’s dragged back out of the vehicle.
