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Vern had done his best to cover for Denise. He’d chatted with Hubert. Made small talk with her dad through the flight back to Boeing Field. Done his best to hide his own shock, keeping it buried even after they were back on Vashon.
Still Denise had spoken barely a word.
It was the perfect job for her. Truly a once-in-a-lifetime offer, proven by the fact that Hubert had held the position for twenty of his forty years there.
What did he have to offer in return?
Shit! None of it was making any sense. So he shoved it aside as well as he could. Once they’d stowed the helo back at the hangar and he’d left a note for Gary to drain the oil and the couple gallons of gas that were left, he tucked her into the passenger seat of his Vette.
They stopped at ZuZu’s and got ice cream cones, then
