Chapter Eight
Allie refused to look at Jacob the next morning. She knew she was being childish. After all, pretending like he didn’t exist and last night never happened wasn’t exactly the most mature thing to do.
Hell, I feel like I’m back in high school, she thought in disgust as she pulled up in front of the hanger.
“I need to do a flight check,” she mumbled as she pulled the truck up next to the large, metal building. “You guys stay here.”
She opened the door and slid out as Allen, the Whitewater Ranch’s head mechanic, stepped out of the building. She had called him early this morning and asked him to do a maintenance check as well.
“Morning, Allen,” Allie said with a nod as she passed him. “Did you get a chance to go over the plane?”
“Mornin’, Allie,” the old mechanic replied. “Y
