Mick managed a little sleep, but it was only an hour flight to Mount Hayes at the helo’s top speed. It was a flight that he wasn’t in the pilot’s seat for and that was like an itch he couldn’t scratch.
Also, Patty O’Donoghue had fallen asleep on his shoulder which was much, much more difficult to ignore. And it wasn’t the tickling against his cheek from the bright orange pom-pom on her hat that was so distracting. She slept there like she belonged and it felt just that way.
Sofia smiled at him from the far end of the cargo bay in a kindly fashion. He still wasn’t comfortable with what she’d said last night about his feelings for Patty. Patty was…Patty. They weren’t lovers. And they weren’t supposed to become lovers.
But Sofia had said something about the way they looked at each other.
