𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚,

𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮.

I've hated River Santos since I first started working for the airline. I was warned to stay away from him by more than one flight attendant, my best friend included. River was your typical pilot: cocky, arrogant, and left a trail of broken hearts in his wake.

At least that's what I'd always been told. And so far, he'd done nothing to dissuade my negative opinions of him.

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝘆 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹. I don't want to like him, but he's making it difficult. And we have more in common than I ever thought possible.

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙?