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known Don and quite a few others. We all got to talking. Don had an aerobatic team, wanted to introduce a second biplane which Danny owned and needed a wing-walker. So that’s how it came about.”
    “What were you doing before?”
    “I was a teacher and yes, it took some persuading from Don to give up my career. I mean, who in their right mind wants to be strapped to a metal frame with the wind whistling around your ears and everything living rushing toward you as the plane gathers speed down the runway? Still it beats teaching eight-year-olds.”
    Picking up the radio receiver, she radioed through to the control tower and started the plane’s descent, focusing all her attention on bringing the plane down on the earthen runway. There was a slight lurch forward as they touched the runway, the unevenness of the ground causing the plane to bump and jerk before finally coming to a standstill.
    “Not a bad landing if I say so myself. Still, the owner could try modernizing this runway by having tarmac laid.”
    “I’ll pass your criticism on to Tony, but it would mean his rates would go up.”
    “Oh, well then forget I said anything.”
    Climbing down from the cockpit, Chantelle removed the flying jacket and handed it back to David. She felt a slight chill as the fresh air hit her bare arms, but refused David’s offer to put it back on.
    “That’s my new car, by the way. It’s quite unique.” They were walking toward the car park and Chantelle pointed toward an old Renault, which had rust around the wheel arches, and a pale blue driver’s door in sharp contrast to the rest of it, which was dark blue. “Your generous brother donated it to me to use until the insurance payout on the car he so kindly wrote off.”
    “That’s Danny for you; he never did have much taste when it comes to transport. Does he still drive around on that motorbike of his?”
    “Yes and he’s a crazy maniac on it. Going by the car you drive, you obviously enjoy style and comfort rather than recklessness, which brings me to the question of what exactly do you do?”
    They now stood between her heap of a car and David’s Jaguar. Chantelle knew that as soon as she opened the door and climbed in, that would be it. He wasn’t about to ask to see her again and if they accidentally met, polite formalities would be all that passed between them. She didn’t want it to end like this. She didn’t know what she wanted, but it wasn’t this.
    “There you go again, asking questions.” He gave a small sigh, but his smile revealed he wasn’t bothered by it.
    “Let me guess. You work for an avionics company and lecture abroad or maybe telecommunications. Or you work for the government, recruited from the air force, although you don’t strike me as a paper pusher.”
    He raised his arms up in submission. “I work for whoever pays the most, a modern day mercenary. So now you know.”
    Chantelle’s eyebrows drew together in a puzzled frown. “That doesn’t tell me anything.” She fell silent, knowing the time had come for them to part company , but not knowing how to do it.
    The sound of car tires screeching to halt just yards from them caused them both to turn and look. A woman in her early thirties with fair hair cut fashionably short was seated behind the wheel of the red sports convertible.
    Chantelle heard David curse under his breath and noted the discomfort in his face. Her curiosity deepened. She stood there and waited, arms folded across her chest.
    “Catherine, what are you doing here?”
    His disgruntled tone obviously had no effect on the woman, who smiled as she approached him. She looked stylish in designer sunglasses, red lips, high heels, and an above the knee skirt and matching pale blue linen jacket.
    Chantelle wasn’t surprised by what came next, the chic way of kissing David twice on each cheek. She stood back and seemed to notice Chantelle for the first time, then quickly dismissed her.
    “That’s a nice way to greet