"
"Aw, dammit!" said Mandi, "Speak English."
Cade laughed at John's expression and said, "They'd set someone up with a
few bucks and an office. That someone would find local advertiser-sponsors who'd
supply the place, the bleachers or whatever, the refreshments, crowd control,
security, and all the other stuff an event needs."
With a little grin, he added, "All you'd have to do is show up, show off a
bit, and smile a lot for the cameras. Think you could handle that, ma'am?"
Mandi gave him a mock glare and smilingly asked, "How would you like to be
dropped from ten thousand feet?"
"No sweat. Been there. Dunnit."
With a saccharine-sweet little smile, Mandi asked, "Without a parachute?"
"Yup."
Glancing disbelievingly at John, Mandi said, "Bullshit."
"Nope," said Cade. "You said 'without a parachute'. We'll stop at my house
so I can change into my flight suit."
Her gaze narrowed as her head canted slightly.
"You have a flight suit?"
"Sure do. Got it to use with my Falcon 195."
Again glancing at John, Mandi said, "Okay, I'll ask. What's a Falcon 195?"
"A hang glider.
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