“Sir, I’m interested, and I’d like the opportunity to handpick my own staff, with your endorsement, of course.”
“You want Schleck, Voeckler, and Lakota to start…”
“Well, sir, that would enable me to—”
“You got ’em. Just get me a list before the end of the day. We’ll have you in Dubai by the weekend.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
“We’ll be in touch, Captain.”
“Yes, sir.” He thumbed off the phone.
Brent’s life was about to change again, only this time the change would not be marked by swelling clouds of smoke and fire.
It would be marked by something very different.
He leaned over and took Lakota into his arms. Without hesitation, he gave her the longest, hottest kiss he could muster. As she hugged him even tighter, he ignored the cheers and applause from his colleagues, surrendering himself to her grasp.
When they finally came up for air, she looked at him and whispered, “To hell with the movie. Take me home.”