Page 3 of If You Were Mine

I rolled my eyes at the two, though I didn’t know what they were talking about, and held out my hand when he hung up.

“We ready to go?”

“Almost. Your girlfriend texted when I was on the phone. Sorry.”

I frowned and looked down at the readout.

Amy:

I miss you. Are you coming over tonight?

Me:

Yes. As soon as I’m done with Joshua. Need me to bring something for dinner?

Amy:

I think I can be dinner. What do you think?

Then she sent a photo that made my eyebrows raise, and Joshua whistled through his teeth. “Well then. That’s an invitation.”

“Hey, eyes on the runway and not on my girlfriend.”

“I didn’t see much. Although you should probably put a screen on your phone or something if she’s going to send so many of those.”

I made a note to do just that and was grateful I didn’t have to adjust myself. Flying with a hard on didn’t sound like a picnic. “My girlfriend likes me. And she’s hot.”

“Well that is true,” Joshua said dryly. I said my goodbyes to Amy, as Joshua did the rest of his checks, and soon we were going down the runway, and in the air.

Despite my joke to my best friend earlier, I loved flying. It didn’t matter what kind of plane. I loved being in it. I also liked bungee jumping, skydiving, and just anything that gave that little burst of adrenaline. And Joshua always did it right with me. My best friend had had his license forever, and I was thinking maybe it was time to get mine. Everything just felt right. After so many years of bullshit and stress, things were finally coming together.

“I’m thinking of asking Amy to move in with me,” I blurted.

We spoke through our headsets, the sounds of the engine loud within the small compartment. But even with sunglasses on, and that huge headset, I saw the way Joshua’s eyes widened with his eyebrows lifting. “Really? I didn’t think she was really your type.”

I frowned. “What the hell do you mean by that?”

My best friend winced. “Sorry. I just, well, I thought you guys were just having fun? I didn’t know it was serious.”

“I think it is.”

“Do you love her?” Joshua asked.

Surprised, I just blinked at my friend. “I don’t even know what love is really. But I like being with her. And she makes me happy.”

“Okay, so that’s a no.”

“Why are you acting like this? I figured moving in with each other was just the next thing to do, right? I suck at dating. We both know this.”

“Considering Amy’s your fourth girlfriend in how many years?”

“In a year.” I swallowed hard, ignoring that familiar sliver of doubt that always threatened when it came to settling down. “Which seems like a lot in retrospect, but Amy’s great.”

“I’m sure she is.”

I glared at my best friend. “I’m not a player like some people think. I just can’t find the right person.”

“And Amy’s that right person?”