Page 129 of The Pucking Wrong Date

Ihad flown on private jets for years—ever since I had become famous—but for some reason Walker had insisted that I fly on Lincoln and Ari’s jet instead of one of my own for his first away game.

Lincoln and Monroe’s private car had picked Blake and me up and we’d driven to the private airstrip to get on the plane.

And that’s when things got weird.

It was a gorgeous plane, top of the line and fitting with the fact that Lincoln had more money than God, but he had a very strange flight crew.

Everyone was female.

And not just female…they were…elderly.

Commercial airlines had rules of retirement of sixty five for pilots. I wasn’t sure that this crew was under seventy. Perhaps that was why there was a third pilot…maybe for emergencies if one of them bit the dust while in the air.

The flight attendants, Mabel and Edna, were wearing cat sweaters, and they greeted me with warm cookies as soon as I stepped onto the plane.

We settled into our seats and Blake and Monroe were being really quiet.

I glanced at both of them and they had suspiciously blank faces.

I pulled out my phone.

Me: I’m surrounded by grandmas…and I’m really confused.

Walker: Grandmas?

Me: The flight crew, the pilots…does Lincoln rent this from a retirement home or what is going on…

Walker: Aren’t they great? Did they give you cookies yet? Can you grab a couple for me?

Me: Why isn’t this weird to you? I’ve never seen this before!

Walker: Just bring me some cookies, angel face. I fucking love you.

“You’re asking Walker about ‘Grandma Airways,’ aren’t you?” Monroe asked innocently.

“Grandma Airways?”

Blake extended her arms at the plane. “Lincoln and Ari’s answer to making sure that no male or age appropriate female can get near us.”

Monroe smirked. “Jokes on Lincoln, I would marry Edna or Mabel in a heartbeat just for their cookies.”

A strange, shocked laugh burst from my mouth…right as Edna and Mabel came down the aisle rolling a cart that had a full tea service on it as well as a tray of chocolate chip cookies.

“Here dearie, these just came out of the warmer, take as many as you like.” She picked up the tray with a weathered hand and offered it to me.

I’m sure I looked a bit crazy, my gaze going from the cookies to their cat sweaters…to Blake and Monroe who were watching me with huge smiles on their faces. I just wasn’t sure if this was a joke or not.

“Thank you,” I finally said as I slowly brought the cookie to my mouth and took a hesitant bite…My taste buds immediately exploded because oh my holy cookie.

"I”m in love," I exclaimed, my eyes widening in disbelief. "This is incredible!" I shoved another bite into my mouth—I couldn’t help it. I was already wondering how many was too many for me to eat before I’d even finished one.

Blake and Monroe exchanged knowing glances, their lips twitching with suppressed amusement.

"Told you,” Monroe smirked. “Mabel's cookies are legendary.” She took a cookie for herself. “I would rather have access to these than man candy any day.”

“Same,” Blake said with a full mouth, some cookie crumbs sticking to her pink lipstick. “I dream about these babies.”

“Okay, so let me get this straight…Lincoln and Ari bought this plane…and then hired a”—I glanced at Mabel and Edna who were pouring us all tea—”matureflight crew, all so that other guys wouldn’t talk to you?”

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