His Flight Plan by Yvette Hines Read Free Book Online

a jet parked there. It belonged to the CEO of the fuel management corporation who took care of the private airstrip. The business mogul was currently out of town, the reason they would meet with him tomorrow at his office.
    “After your years putting back together commercial planes you’re going to love this.” Mitch, the lead engineer, handed him a glass of champagne. The man wasn’t as old as Gil’s eighty years but appeared close to it.
    The others were in a group chatting and drinking.
    “I’m hoping so.” Drake leaned against the hangar door and stared out down the short runway. Dusk was beginning to fall. “I’m ready to be my own boss and work with my brother.”
    “I hear that. Thanks for keeping my men on.”
    Drake glanced to the side at the veteran mechanic. “No, I’m grateful. You encouraged them to stay on. I will do right by them.” He gave his word.
    “After meeting with you and fixing the plane alongside you when you and your brother first came down, I knew you could handle this.” Mitch stared at the liquid as he twisted his glass by the stem as if he wasn’t sure if he wanted to consume it or not.
    “A beer would have hit the spot,” Drake shot out to him.
    Mitch tossed his head back and let loose a barking laugh. “Hell yes.” Looking at Drake, Mitch lowered his voice. “I would have bought brew instead, but Zink would have shit two bricks and a puppy. He can’t seem to drink anything but high-dollar swill.”
    Drake downed half his champagne. “I can tolerate the fancy stuff when I have to, but I’ll always be a beer man myself.”
    After clinking his glass against the rim of Drake’s, Mitch took a sip, then winced as if it was chilled castor oil someone had forced him to consume.
    Shaking his head and smiling, Drake turned and walked back over to his brother and cousin.
    “Gil invited us out to dinner,” Vance informed him.
    “I want to get out and see the city, then crash. I’ll pass this time.” Drake set his half-filled glass on the short table.
    “Want me to cruise along with you?” Vance offered.
    “No. You and Tasha enjoy dinner. I’ll see you two at breakfast at the hotel in the morning.” He slapped his brother on the back, then kissed his cousin on the cheek. “It’s been a pleasure, gentlemen.” Drake gave a single wave to the men gathered around.
    After receiving the round of good-byes, Drake walked to the parking area beside the main hanger and got in his car. His brother had flown them into the small strip that morning. Tasha, ever efficient, had flown into Charlotte-Douglas the day before and arranged the rental company to deliver cars to the private airport for him and Vance.
    Driving out onto the two-lane road that led to the airport, his and Vance’s airport, Drake headed in the direction of the highway. He had a navigation system in the vehicle, but just wanted to drive. If this was going to be his new home in a month or so he wanted to get a feel of the area.
    Maybe while he drove he could settle on a decision that had been running through his mind all day. Hell, for two months now.
    He wasn’t a rash person, and that was the only thing keeping him from doing what his gut was leading him to do. If he waited too long, he may miss the opportunity.

Chapter Four
    “I want a damn word with you.”
    Kiera locked the door to the center and turned toward the angry voice. She sighed as she spotted Mr. Brown, marching toward her as he dragged his son by the arm.
    Glancing from Jaquan who kept his head down as he tripped along beside his father’s hasty steps, she met the short, fat, black man’s gaze. “Hello, Mr. Brown. What can I do for you?”
    “You can tell me why in the hell you told my son he can’t come back here.” He jabbed a thick, blunt finger in the air about three inches from the center of her chest.
    She couldn’t back up, because the closed double glass doors were like a wall behind her. She wasn’t afraid of him; the man wasn’t