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“Get drunk, sleep with the captain and several of your friends, then wake up with a hangover and a yeast infection. Lovely.”
    “Damn, Geri, I think we need to cut you off.”
    “Don’t like the truth, cap’n?”
    “Just don’t like a mean drunk.”
    “You haven’t even seen me drunk, baby.”
    “I think this may be my cue,” Jenny said.
    “Me, too,” Aida agreed.
    “Now you’re all leaving?” Brendan said.
    “I’m staying, Bren. You can count on me.”
    “Great. The only one I didn’t want to stay.”
    “Hey!”
    “Don’t like the truth, Ger?”
    “Are you okay to get to your hotel?” Aida asked Geri.
    “I’m fine. Ol’ Bren will take care of me, if I’m not. Won’t you, Bren?”
    Brendan leaned back in his chair, eyeing the three women. “This is the last time I crash a Skirt party.”
    Aida rolled her eyes. “Say good night, Gracie.”
    “Good night, Gracie,” Jenny said.
    “Who’s Gracie?” Geri asked.
    “Oh, man,” Brendan said.
    “Are you sure you don’t want a ride back to the hotel?” Aida asked Geri again.
    “I’ll make sure she gets back safely,” Brendan said.
    “You’re a good man, Bren.” Geri patted his hand roughly.
    “Or something like that,” Brendan said.
    “He’s a real saint,” Jenny said.
    Brendan lifted his glass up toward Jenny, “Back atcha, babe.”

 
     
    Chapter Twelve
     
    After a restful sleep, Jenny enjoyed a morning swim in the heated hotel pool, then showered and gathered her belongings so she could check-out. She had plenty of time to get to the airport for her flight.
    The only excitement on the return trip to Seattle was the pop star Allysa McMasters obvious presence in first class.
    “I hate celebrities!” Cassidy Reynolds dumped the diet cola with extra ice down the sink. “Her highness says the ice is too cold.”
    “Sensitive teeth?” Jenny asked.
    “Ice is ice. It’s supposed to be cold. If it was warm ice, it would be water.”
    “Can you see nipple yet?”
    “No. I’m guessing in another ten minutes.”
    “That would make Miranda the winner.”
    “Is it really that hard to find a shirt that fits over your boobs?”
    “Maybe you can fill her in on where to shop.”
    Miranda Barton made her way toward the duo. “Allysa wants her soda now. No ice. But, it has to be cold. Not too cold, but cold.”
    “Anyone have a thermometer?”
    “Bring her two or three choices and let her pick,” Jenny said.
    “Good idea. It will save me from having to come back here again when she’s not happy.”
    “Hey, did you hear about the ghost flight tonight?” Miranda said.
    Cassidy stopped in her tracks as she juggled four soft drinks. “Ghost flight?”
    “The only thing aboard will be body bags.”
    “Why?” Jenny asked.
    “They’re moving a cemetery from the West Coast to the East Coast.”
    “Why?” Jenny asked again.
    “Something about property lines, bodies not being buried deep enough and no room to rebury them.”
    “I’m glad I’m not working that flight. You shouldn’t disturb the dead,” Jenny said.
    “Have you ever worked a ghost flight?” Cassidy asked.
    Jenny shook her head.
    “I have. It’s creepy. Not a passenger in sight, yet you can feel their presence.”
    “Do they have to run with a full crew on that kind of flight?” Miranda asked.
    “Skeleton crew.”
    “Is that story real or did you just want to use that punch line?” Jenny asked.
    “It’s real all right, but I did want to use the punch line.”
    When the flight touched down and the passengers were safely on their way to their destinations, the FAs wasted no time heading to the Ballinger Air flight lounge. They filled out their paperwork and submitted it, then said their goodbyes.
    Jenny found herself lingering by the large windows overlooking the runway. Several baggage vehicles were making their way along the tarmac.
    “Richard, are you in one of those trucks?” Jenny bit her lower lip, then headed over to the scheduling