Page 45 of The Biker's Brother

Then the woman looked at Brand suspiciously. “You?”

“I’ll have the three eggs over easy with bacon on the done side and waffle fries. Biscuits and gravy.”

She smiled at him like he’d won a prize. “Coming right up.”

When the waitress was gone, Cami said, “I think she likes you better than me.”

“She’s just jealous because you’re cute.”

She cocked her head to the side. “You rate girls for cuteness?”

“Sure. I’ve got eyes.”

He loved the way she smiled like she really appreciated the compliment, like she didn’t hear it nearly often enough. A woman like her ought to be told every single fucking day that she was everything to some lucky guy.

“So, navigator,” he said, “how long do you figure it will take us to get to the Taylor County airfield?”

“If we keep the same pace as yesterday, four and a half hours.” He nodded and glanced at his watch.

“Are we in a hurry?”

“Not exactly. I’ve just got a schedule in my head. I’d like to be there before three.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t order enough breakfast to feed a football team at training camp.” He laughed out loud. “And I should remind you that you’re not working off all that fat and salt and carbs. Pretty soon the other boys are not going to think you’re Adonis reincarnated.”

When he trained his dark eyes on her they were twinkling like they were lit from within. “Sounds like you have a pretty high opinion of my body.”

“Well, yeah. Doesn’t everyone?”

Before he could answer, the waitress set a saucer-sized plate in front of Cami and two platters of food in front of Brandon. He picked up a piece of bacon, crunched down, and chuckled at Cami eyeing the amount of food in front of him.

“Growing boy,” he said.

“No doubt. Don’t come crying to me when you can no longer see your pretty toes.”

He laughed. “You think my toes are pretty? I haven’t started the day with this many compliments… I don’t know, maybe ever. You’re taking a toll on my humility.”

Cami found that she liked relaxed teasing Brandon a lot better than gruff bossy Brandon.

The rain continued to pound all the way to Taylor County, Kentucky. In places they had to decelerate to a crawl because the water was covering the road. Luckily the SUV was high enough off the ground that they could pass without flooding so long as they went slow enough.

“Your guess was spot on. Four hours forty-five minutes,” he said as they pulled into the parking area.

The airfield consisted of one strip long enough for small planes and two hangars. They ran for the side door and stood inside the threshold dripping on the concrete floor. There was a guy sitting in an office chair watching TV. He swiveled around to see who’d come in, but didn’t look concerned. He looked a lot like what’s left of Sammy Hagar.

“You Fornight?” he asked.

Brandon nodded. “Yeah. And you are?”

“Branch Copeland. I’ll be your pilot today. Just sit back, relax, and leave the flying to me.”

That sounded sarcastic enough to be alarming. Cami looked up at Brandon uncertainly.

“We’ll see whether or not your flying deserves our relaxing. You ready to go?”

“Born ready.” His eyes ran over Cami in a way that made Brandon’s fists clench involuntarily. “You got luggage?”

“Yes.”

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