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I tried to keep up and followed him past the rental counter and toward the security setup. “You lied to me.”
He stopped and turned. “No way. I didn’t know I was getting called back to LA today.”
“Not about that. You told me it was only your second flight, but you know all that stuff about planes.”
“Only my secondcommercialflight. Now, come on; we have to go.”
I caught up to him and pulled at his elbow. We could debate his honesty later. “Where are we going?” I should have saidyouinstead ofwebecause I wasn’t on board with whatever his plan was yet.
He stopped and whispered. “Not with all these people around. I’m getting you home. You’ll be safe with me.”
I huffed and followed him anyway.
Out the front door of the terminal, he turned left. Finally we were away from the crowd. But outside in the storm that had broken the airplane, the downpour of frigid drops quickly soaked me.
I yelled ahead. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.”
He turned and stopped. “Our plane leaves in ten minutes. I don’t plan on missing it because you want to jabber all day. If you don’t trust me, you can stay here for all I care.”
Jabber? I’d only asked a simple, logical question.
He started off again.
I trotted to catch up. “Why didn’t you say so?”
“In front of every Tom, Dick, and Harry in there? Are you kidding?”
I had to alternate walking and jogging to keep up with the man. “What plane?”
“Charter.” He checked his watch. “We don’t have time for twenty questions.” He started to jog.
I did as well. Luckily I’d worn running shoes on the plane.
He looked at his phone and turned in at the second building.
I followed Josh inside.
“Mr. Benson?” asked a young man with pilot epaulets on his shoulders.
At least it was dry in here.
“Yeah, plus one.”
The pilot pointed to the door toward the runway. “G4 on the ramp, seven five uniform. Do you have any baggage?”
“No,” Josh responded.
“Do I have time to hit the bathroom?” I asked.
“Only if you make it quick,” the pilot said before heading outside.
Josh evidently decided my idea was a good one and turned toward the men’s room.
A few minutes later, Josh urged me up the steps, and we ducked inside the small jet that already had one engine running. There were a half-dozen seats on one side, and a couch and a few seats on the other. I chose a forward-facing seat.
Josh plopped into the aft-facing one in front of me.
One pilot was already inside, and the other closed the door after us. “Buckle up; you know the drill. Sorry we don’t have an attendant tonight.”
