“Tell me, Steve. What’s the range on your jet? Ever fly it to Mexico?” Kate asked.

“Its a turboprop twin engine with a range of 1500 miles, darlin’. She cruises at 300 miles per hour and Mexico’s just a puddle-jump away. Sexy, huh? Seats 7 with a 2 person crew. Trax just did the annual, and I’m taking her up in a few. Wanna come along?”

“We’d better get going,” Trax said. “I wanna get back to my drinks.”

“Can I pull you two ladies away from the bar long enough for a ride?”

“Seriously? Don’t we need to go through security or something?”

“At this podunk airport? You kidding me? Besides, your with Steve H. Greenlee. Come on – I’ll have you buckled up and 3,000 feet above the rest of these drunken knuckleheads faster than you can say Elvis has left the building.”

“No,” Kate said, “Let’s get going, Susan. Time to go home and I mean it!”

“Not until we take a plane ride,” Susan said, tapping the top of her beer bottle on the airport bar window.

“Susan!”

“I’ll leave when we get back. Are you coming or not?!”