Page 3 of Blue Moon

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and perused her blog.

Solana Sanchez

Influencer.

Always looking for the sunshine in the darkness.

DM me for collaborations.

I paused over the words “in the darkness.” What did this ray of sunshine know about darkness? By scrolling through her Instagram feed on the top of her website, I highly doubted this pampered princess had ever struggled in her life. Selfies in exotic locales and pictures of indulgent dishes and drinks were all she ever seemed to post.

And now she’d use the Blue Angels as another photo opportunity. Riding on our glory and hard work while promoting herself. She couldn’t possibly fathom how much I’d sacrificed and overcome to become an Angel.

I should make this hard on her. Do extra flips until she passes out, get her so sick that she pukes all over herself in front of the cameras. That would be hilarious.

Fuck, that’s cruel. Maybe, Beck is right—I am a dick.

I took a moment and shook off that thought. Nope—not going to humiliate her. That would piss Beck off, and I had no doubt he’d make work hell for me indefinitely if I didn’t get back into his good graces. I had to do what he wanted. It was only for an hour, so I just needed to man up and deal with it.

And then I could forget about this sunbeam and go back to planning my wild weekend in the Golden City.