Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future by Neener Beener chapter 35

In the morning, I board the jet only to find an unfamiliar pilot performing preflight checks.

Oh, Hell no.

I ‘m not going to fly with a pilot I don’t know. First off, I have no idea what his experience is. Secondly, too many media outlets try to sneak around to get information about me and my company. I wouldn’t put it past a network to plant a pilot to try to get intel on me. MasonCo is a multibillion dollar corporation. Because of the nature of our work, I usually decline interviews. I don’t need any information about my clients to accidentally leak to anyone.

Unfortunately, this tactic makes the media more desperate to find

out how I am so successful. When I do go out in public in the human world, paparazzi always seem to find me and make up the most ridiculous shit about my business dealings and relationship status.

This guy looks familiar, but I can’t put a finger on where I have seen him before. Definitely not on one of my private flights. My intuition suddenly tells me I need to be cautious.

“Where’s Mitch? ” I skip the pleasantries, as I take off my suit jacket and drape it over the seat next to me. Internally, I’m wary but I try not to let it show in my voice. Plus, I already feel annoyed by this change in personnel with no forewarning.

“Good morning, Alpha,” the stranger says with a small salute, “Mitch is on paternity leave, his wife had her pup this week.

Name’s Joe Morris, substitute pilot for the weekend.“

I look him over for a minute, annoyed that he thinks he can speak to me so casually. He’s on the younger side with close- cropped blond hair and clear gray eyes; over six feet tall but not as tall as me, with a slim build. He averts his eyes when he

realizes I ‘m staring longer than socially acceptable.

I can smell that he’s a werewolf, but I don’t recognize his scent at all. Why does this guy look so familiar? Did he serve in the military with me? No way. He is not muscular enough to have ever been a warrior.

a quick call, ” It’s an order, not a question. He nods in

come through in his tone. He nods in confirmation and continues

the plane and light a cigarette before calling Carly. She answers on the third ring, sounding

to remember not to be too harsh

guy was the only one I could find on such short notice, ” she says with a touch of fear in

Lenora, ” I hear

least? I have no idea who he is,” I ask, impatiently,

provided me with this guy’s name at one fifteen

to be at least noon before it all clears. The earliest someone is in the office to process him is seven

is a pause and more page flipping, “The other options are to change the flight time to later this afternoon or wait for another pilot who is already cleared. Which would be this two- thirty p.m. The airport doesn’t have any open take

take off until three. You can always fly commercial

If you’ve changed your

three-hour layover at Heathrow. You would get into France about the same time as the

on my hip and pace for a minute.

to get to our mate just as badly as I

Shit.

Don’t make any changes to the itinerary. I will take off in half an hour, ” I growl. I hang

pilot for four years. He never mentioned a pup on the way. Not that he and I play golf on the weekends or anything, but I feel like I

now, you need to be on high alert. Something isn’t right here. You

alert, Saint, ” he mocks me, ” I’m always on high alert.

my cigarette into a puddle, rub my face with my

run through a dozen scenarios in my head

hour and a half into the flight, I