Robin rested a palm against the center of his chest. Then she shoved fast and hard.
He tumbled over backward and landed against the rear cargo net, snagging his foot high in the net and getting stuck there.
“You have five minutes to get that cute ass of yours in the air. People”—she turned back to the others—“get calories from Betsy’s cooler and double-check your safety gear. We’re going in.”
There was no answering cheer. No calls of any kind.
Instead, they scrambled out of the cargo bay, grabbed a couple of sandwiches out of the cooler, and hit the ground running. Carly shifted forward into the copilot’s seat and began setting up a laptop where it mostly blocked the woman’s access to the flight controls.
Robin decided that Carly hadn’t been kidding when she’d told Robin not to have a
