“You, in my arms.”
“Five more minutes,” she whispered.
Five turned into twenty, which was about how long he would’ve guessed it would take them to land and taxi to the terminal.
“We’re here,” he said when he felt the plane come to a stop and Onyx cut the engine.
Her cheeks flushed, and she sat up, unfastening her own seatbelt and looking to see if Gunner or Monk were nearby.
“They moved to the front,” Razor told her, smiling at her modesty.
“A car was delivered and is parked outside the hanger. Your luggage will be there shortly.”
“Thanks, Alegria,” he said when they were leaving the plane.
“We’ll be in touch,” she added.
“Message me your twenty when you and Onyx get situated,” he said.
“Roger that, sir,” she said, making eye contact with Ava, who was waiting for him just outside the plane on the jetway.
“Are they staying?” Ava asked as they walked through the small terminal.
“Not necessarily. I just need to know where the plane is.”
“So…she’s a pilot.”
“One of three we employ. Also a former operative, but soon to be a K19 partner.”
“She has a French accent. Was she a spy?”
He nodded. She still was, but Razor wasn’t sure he could tell Ava that.
“Is that her real name?”
“No. It’s Manon Mondreau.”
“Wow. That’s her name? Sounds like a sexy jazz singer.”
Razor smiled.
“So you two never…”
“Had sex? We haven’t. I told you that before.”
Ava nodded.
“Why do you ask?”
“The way sh
e looked at you.”
“She’s a colleague, nothing more.”
“Does she know that?”
“I don’t understand.”