Page 8 of Navigating His Heart
Her mom had gotten a job as a flight attendant a few weeks prior and loved it.
Avery hadn’t even known she was looking for a new job, but Aynsley told her that her good friend, Will Tate, got her a job with the airlines that would give her more freedom than her other job as an insurance adjuster.
She was able to fly worldwide. Avery was a little jealous but loved that her mom got to experience all the things she wanted to.
Aynsley looked up, “Hey! How was work? Is the new building good?”
Avery nodded, “It is. I asked Kynlee to dye my hair tomorrow morning. I want to change it up.”
Aynsley grinned, “I’m shocked you haven’t done that until now.”
Avery looked down at her blond hair and then laughed, "I just didn't want to ruin it. You know?"
Aynsley walked over to her, "It will be beautiful no matter what you do. But send me a picture when you are done."
Avery hugged her mom, "I will. Where are you off to tonight?"
"Houston. I love flying so much."
Avery smiled, "I'm glad!"
Aynsley lifted her eyebrows up and down, "Plus, the view isn't bad either."
Avery laughed, "You can't even see anything. It's dark out."
Aynsley chuckled, "I meant the gorgeous pilots that fly the plane."
Avery lifted one eyebrow, "A hot pilot huh?"
Aynsley shrugged, "I may not want to touch, but it can't hurt a girl to look. Besides, I'm old enough to be a few of their mothers."
Avery looked at her mom, "You don't look it at all. You look the same as you did back when you had me."
Aynsley kissed her cheek, "You are too good to me."
Avery hugged her mom back, "I love you. Be safe, okay?"
Aynsley nodded, "I will. I will try to sneak a peek of the pilot if I get a cute one. There are three that are so cute it's not even funny."
Avery laughed, knowing if her mom was saying it, it had to be true. She never looked at men. Hadn't for years. So, these guys must be cute.
Avery smiled, "I can't wait to see."
Aynsley hugged her once more, then walked out of the apartment, and Avery waved as she shut the door.
She went to the kitchen, made some dinner for herself, and sat down to wait for it to cook.
After half an hour or so, her phone vibrated, and she pulled up the text her mom had sent her.
It was a photo taken at an awkward angle to see a man’s face but not fully.
But what could you see? It was stunning. He was gorgeous, and Avery sucked in a breath.
Her mom sent another picture of him looking out the window at something, and Avery could see every inch of his face.
He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, with dark brown hair, a few days of scruff on his face, and light, serious eyes.
Her mom sent another picture of his body, and once again, Avery was taken off-guard.
