I smiled. “Good morning.”Her gaze sharpened, and she lifted her head. “What ... oh. I’m sorry, did I keep you awake?”“No, I just woke up, ...yself.”“I need to get...” she started to sit up.“Watch you-” I said quickly, but it was too late.Sharon tried to sit up in the bed, and ran straight into the padded ceiling. “Ow!” She dropped down onto her back, and clapped one hand to her forehead.“Watch your head, there’s not enough room to sit straight up,” I said neutrally.“It’s okay,” Sharon said after. If we hadn’t had you on this one, we would have been fucked again. You’re an amazing pilot, and that’s twice you’ve saved my sorry arse.”“I promise not to get drunk when you’re around, as I don’t want to take advantage of you again. But I do want you on my team,” Ben got out.She looked at him stunned. He didn’t remember the most amazing night of her life, and now, he was telling her that he hadn’t wanted her, that she had been just someone to fuck! “Bastard,” she said and stalked away.Now it. Why would he want to do that? ‘Matthew McKenzie, even if you made up half of them, there’d still be an awful lot,’ she pointed out. ‘Though Charlie used to say they all looked the same. Blonde, skinny–‘ ‘Bimbos, yeah, I know. But you know what? I never really found any of them particularly attractive–oh, stop it!’ He frowned again as she gave a snort of derision. ‘I’m being serious. I know I was supposed to think they were hot. I think that’s why I went out with them. And because for some. ’ ‘What time are you checking out for grub,’ Cotes asked through their open windows. Burnett looked at his watch: ‘0330.’ ‘Where?’ ‘Denny’s, I guess.’ ‘Okay. Maybe I’ll catch you there.’ ‘Right. Later.’ Cotes drove off while Burnett made the entry for this call on his DAR, or Daily Activity Report, then he too got back on the road, heading for Overland, and lunch – hopefully – at three thirty. ‘2112,’ dispatch called, and Burnett groaned. ’12, go ahead.’ ‘Signal Five report, 5-1-0-0-1 Atchison.