you think your assumption that you’re a better pilot is a bit arrogant?” She didn’t look any happier with his decision than he was.
He shook his head. “Not in the least. It’s a matter of experience. I have more flight hours in a Bell helicopter than George and Mike combined. Until he retired from the Air Force a couple of years ago, George flew Sikorskys. And Mike flew Apaches for the Army. I’ve flown a Bell almost exclusively for the past twelve years.” He stopped short at adding that if he’d been behind the controls of a Bell the day of the accident, instead of a reconditioned military chopper given to the hurricane relief organization for aid missions, his fiancée would probably still be alive.
“When does this reassignment take place?”
“Effective immediately.” Glancing down at the list of everyone’s flight suit sizes, he asked, “What size flight suit do you think you’ll need until after you have the baby?”
As he watched her thoughtfully nibble on her lower lip, sweat popped out on his forehead. The memory of Callie’s softness and sweet taste when he’d kissed her was doing a real number on his neglected libido.
Giving him the size she thought she’d need to accommodate her advancing pregnancy, she asked, “Was there anything else discussed during the staff meeting that I should know about?”
He sat back in his desk chair. “Mary Lou served your cookies, and everyone agreed that if you ever decide to give up nursing, you should open a bakery shop.”
She gave him a half smile as she stood up. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. I only bake when I’m…” She stopped suddenly and shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. What’s my new schedule?”
Hunter rose to his feet. “Instead of coming in this evening, you’ll need to be here day after tomorrow.”
“At the usual time? Or did you change that, too?”
“Six in the evening,” he said, nodding. When she turned toward the door, he said, “By the way, the other night I noticed you have a loose board on one of the porch steps. You’d better have your landlord fix it. You don’t want to run the risk of falling.”
“If I had a landlord, I’d have him take care of the repair.” She shrugged one slender shoulder. “But since I bought the place when I moved to Devil’s Fork, I guess I’ll have to buy a hammer and a few nails and see what I can do about it myself.”
For reasons he didn’t care to contemplate, he didn’t like the idea of her trying to make the repair herself. “I’ll be over this evening to fix the step.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She edged toward the door. “Upkeep is part of a homeowner’s job. I don’t think hammering a couple of nails into a board will be all that difficult.”
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