Free Capri's Fate by Daryl Devore Page A

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    "They are going to check around for me. So I guess, for the moment, I get to play flight attendant." He pulled open the galley doors.
    "Going to check around for what?"
    Captain Hall leaned around a gallery door. "For a new flight attendant."
    "Oh." My bad. Shouldn't fantasize so much about the sexy pilot. But then, hells bells, what else do I have to do? Her gaze caught her reflection on the shiny metal surface of the oven. Her skin was pale. Her hair a mess and her clothes rumpled. Well it is definitely a one-way fantasy. With me looking like the Wicked Witch of the West there's no way he's up there dreaming about ripping anything off me.
    He rested a wine glass on the counter, then pulled open a drawer and lifted out a corkscrew. "Glass of wine? I think there's a nice 2009 Sancerre."
    Capri blinked. "That's my favorite wine. Yes, please, I'd love a glass."
    "And a snack? Peanuts? Pretzels?"
    Capri's stomach rumbled in protest. She placed her hand over it to cover the sound.
    "Okay, you need something more than pretzels. Have a seat, and I'll see what I can rustle up."
    Capri returned to her seat. She nestled into it like a glove. What a day. Or is that two days? Wonder what time, no, what day is it? I just want to get to the hotel and sleep.
    She blinked and yawned.
    "Ms. Gray."
    "Huh?" Capri opened her eyes. "Oh, I must have dozed off for a moment. It's been a ridiculously long trip."
    Captain Hall pointed to the side table. "I placed your wine and some snacks there. I must get back to the cockpit."
    "Are we about to take off?" She straightened up and adjusted her clothes.
    "No. Now that I have you taken care of, I need to finish my preflight." He tapped his cap in salute, returned to the cockpit and closed the door.
    Capri's gaze followed his firm backside until she lost sight of him . Cockpit. Love the word. So apropos. He's so handsome and charming. Wonder what he's like in bed? Although no one would be a fantastic as Thall. She reached for her purse, retrieved her smartphone and sent Kat a text.
    Made it to Jakarta. On a private jet. Hottest pilot you've ever seen. Only passenger on board.
    Tuck ing her cellphone next to her, she reached for her glass of wine and swallowed a sip. Capri picked up the plate of snacks, settled it on her lap, and had a mini-feast of crackers, cheese and chocolates.
    Her phone chirped. The text read, Think mile high club!
    Capri chuckled, placed the empty plate back on the end table and sipped her wine. Is this plane ever going to take off?
    "Ms. Gray." His voice sounded over the intercom. "The preflight is done and we're ready to roll. The tower has us twelfth on departure. They're waiting for breaks in the storm. So settle back. This may take a while."
    Oh, joy . She peered out the rain-splashed window. This trip is never going to end. I'm never going to get out of this plane. Or to the hotel. Or sleep in a real bed again. Or make love to the pilot. She sighed, gulped some wine, pulled her tablet from her purse and clicked on the Angry Birds app.
     
    A half hour later, tired of catapulting birds at pigs, Capri selected a book from her reading list and settled back to continue reading Black Dorn. The motion of the plane interrupted her reading. She glanced out the window and watched the ground roll past.
    The small click of the intercom made caught Capri's attention."Ms. Gray. We're next in line for takeoff. No wandering around the aircraft until we're in flight. Settle back and enjoy the flight."
    She returned to reading her ebook. The roar of the engines enticed her to glance out the window. The forward wosh of the jet pushed her back. Moments later, she heard the landing gear retract into the belly of the plane. At last! We're on our way. Hotel bed, look out, I'm coming! She picked up her glass and swallowed the last of her wine.
    Having finished the book she was reading, Capri tucked her tablet away and stared at the door blocking her view to the cockpit. She picked up her