Chapter 9: I Can't Fight Fate Anymore

Grant’s Perspective:

Sounds like Bram and Kayla are at it again. Will those two ever stop their bickering…or their f*cking? One minute, they are at each other’s throats, the next he’s choking her for a whole other reason. Fights are foreplay for those two. Any minute now, they’ll stop all that b*tching and I’ll hear Kayla moaning from one of the offices in the hangar, or the Skyvan will start rocking, or worse, they’ll just push each other up against the side of the hangar and go at it.

And I haven’t been laid in a minute.

“Motherf*cker!” I hear a female that is definitely not Kayla. I put my nostrils in the air and try to catch the scent above the fumes of fuel and oil. I can’t make it out. I put my socket wrench on top of the wing of my Supermarine Spitfire and listen more closely as I start walking to the open hangar door.

The closer I get, the clearer the sound and scent are. Yuki? What is she doing here?