“Ryan taught me. I don’t love it, but I don’t panic. And talking of panic—” Emily helped herself to a tiny piece of muffin. “You didn’t know Zach would be flying you today?”
“No. The whole thing was arranged by a friend.” Brittany lowered her drink. “Do we know why he’s here?”
“Zach? No. Ryan hadn’t heard from him in a while and then suddenly he showed up at the Ocean Club a couple of months ago. He owns his own plane and he hires himself out for megabucks which, Ryan says, basically means he gets paid a year’s salary for doing a week’s work.”
“Sounds like Zach.”
Emily hesitated. “He isn’t entirely mercenary. When Lizzy was sick and needed to go to the hospital on the mainland, he was the one who flew me. No one else would do it because the weather was so wild. It was scary and he was—”
“Reckless?”
“I was going to say brave. And skilled.” Emily sent her an awkward glance. “I felt disloyal getting in the plane with him.”
“No need. It was a long time ago. I don’t have any feelings for him.” At least, none she was going to admit to. “And if Lizzy was sick, he should have flown you for free.”
“He did.”
“Oh.” That news jarred with the negative images she was nurturing in her mind. “Well, that’s—great. Doesn’t sound like Zach, but I still think it’s great.”
“I guess he charges so much the rest of the time he can afford to be generous occasionally.”
“The second part of that sentence doesn’t sound like him at all.”
The Zach she’d known hadn’t wanted to give anything to a society who had given him nothing.
“I’ve heard that sometimes he’ll fly for Maine Island Air if they’re overbooked. That’s why he flew Sky that day. It depends on his mood.”
“Now that does sound like him. A moody opportunist.” Keeping her voice casual, Brittany stood up. “I’m grateful for the ride, but now you need to get back to Ryan and Lizzy.” And stop talking about Zach.
“I’ll stay and help. It isn’t going to be easy with your wrist in a cast.”
“No. I want you to go and have wild monkey sex and make up for all those years you were stuck with boring Neil.”
“I’m getting that you didn’t like Neil.”
“He wasn’t right for you.” Brittany started to help Emily unpack the last of the shopping, but with one hand it wasn’t easy. “Let me pay you. My wallet is in my backpack.” She glanced across the bags towards her case. “Must still be in your car.”
“I don’t want your money, but I don’t think your backpack is in my car. Are you sure you brought it with you?”
“I had it with me on the flight over. I was so damn desperate to get away from Zach I must have left it on the plane. Crap. It has everything. My passport and my purse. Which means I have no money.” Annoyed, Brittany paced across the kitchen. “How could I have been so careless?”
“You’re tired, in pain and you met your ex-husband for the first time in years. I’d say you had reason to be dist
racted. I’ll fetch it.”
“You’ve done enough. I’ll sort it out tomorrow.”
“What if he brings it over?”
The thought unnerved her more than she wanted it to. “He won’t. He’ll probably hand the bag to Ryan.”
“How did he react when he saw you were his passenger?”
“He didn’t, but Zach isn’t exactly big on showing his feelings.” And she’d wanted him to. Once upon a time, she’d wanted him to say those three little words. How many nights had she spent waiting, hoping? “Probably because he didn’t feel anything.”
“I don’t believe that.” Emily looked worried. “I don’t want to leave you on your own.”
“I’m fine.” Her smile was bright, swift and totally false. “It was a bit of a shock seeing him, but only because I haven’t thought about Zachary Flynn in years. Hearts heal. Bruised feelings heal. And in a way he did me a favor.”