When Kate got into the helicopter, she noticed that she was not the only one inside. Across from her sat another woman, already strapped in, a helmet resting loosely against her thigh rather than on her head.
She looked a few years older than Kate, though not by much. Early twenties, maybe. Her hair was a deep chestnut brown, pulled back into a practical tie that left no loose strands. Her sharp hazel eyes followed Kate's movements openly, without the hesitation of someone trying not to stare.
The lady had an athletic build, and even though she was seated, Kate could easily tell that she had a nice figure.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. And at this moment, just a few seconds after Kate had taken her seat, the door slid shut.
The helicopter vibrated faintly beneath them as the engine climbed toward full power. Wind pressed against the frame, rattling metal just enough to remind Kate that they were already in motion, even before they lifted off.
