Cattle Valley 28 - Second Chances Read Online Free Page A

“Drake? You okay?”
“Fine,” Drake snapped, reaching for a thick, terry hand towel. He waited for the sound of retreating footsteps before turning back to the mirror. If he went out and pretended he’d never shared the album, maybe Oggie wouldn’t mention it again.
Cool. A plan. He liked plans.
Opening the door, Drake realised the jet had levelled out. He made his way to the galley. “Drink?”
Oggie stood and joined Drake in the small space. “I drank enough beer on Friday to last me a lifetime. Any juice?”
Drake flipped the latch on the fridge and opened it. Typical Asa—the damn thing was stocked to the hilt. “What kind?”
“Holy shit.” Oggie reached for a bottle of cranberry apple and a prepared plate of meat and cheese. “Think there’s bread?”
Drake grinned and opened one of the cupboards. Bagels and loaves of bread were lined up like a mini-supermarket shelf. “Asa doesn’t do anything half-ass.”
Oggie reached for the rye bread. “Sandwich? I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
Drake shook his head and opened the drawer that held cans of soup. “I’m covered.” He poured the contents into a bowl and set it in the microwave. While Oggie worked at making a sandwich, Drake knocked on the cockpit door. “Can I get either of you something to eat?”
The door opened and Stony Howard, the captain, smiled. “I’d love a cup of coffee.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Johnny, you want anything?”
“I’m good,” the co-pilot answered.
“We’ll see about that.” Stony winked at Drake. “Just the one will be fine.”
Stony had been trying for several months to get Drake back into bed, and although the guy was seriously talented in that department, Drake hadn’t been interested since the day he’d visited Oggie’s ranch. Still, it had been a while and being around Oggie made him restless. He leant forward and brushed the tip of his tongue across Stony’s lower lip. “Aye aye, Captain.”
Stony groaned quietly and reached for Drake but pulled his hand back when Johnny cleared his throat.
“Another time?” Stony asked, withdrawing his hand.
“If you’re lucky. I’ll make a pot of coffee.” Drake shut the door and turned around, coming face to face with Oggie.
Oggie nodded towards the cockpit. “I take it the two of you have a history?”
“Occasional history,” Drake clarified. He opened the microwave and found a spoon. “There’s a table about halfway back.”
Oggie watched Drake for several seconds before tucking the bottle of juice under his right arm and picking up his sandwich. “You going to join me?”
“Right behind you.” Drake used a paper towel to help shield his hand from the hot bowl. He grabbed a bottle of water and followed Oggie down the aisle. He couldn’t help but notice the tight fit of the cowboy’s Wranglers. Damn. He could definitely handle a quick fuck before touching down in DC. Too bad Oggie was such a closed-off asshole. There was something about him that made Drake’s chest ache, to say nothing of the effect Oggie had on his cock.
After setting his bowl on the table, he headed back to the galley. “I forgot to start the coffee.”
Oggie mumbled something but Drake wasn’t close enough to hear, and since he probably didn’t want to, he kept going. In no hurry to return to the table, he waited while the coffee brewed, trying to understand why he was attracted to someone who obviously didn’t want a damn thing to do with him.
When the coffee was finished, Drake filled a heavy thermal cup and knocked on the cockpit door. “Coffee.”
Stony opened the door but instead of taking the cup and going back to work, he stepped out into the galley. Standing in front of Drake, Stony blew on the steaming beverage but didn’t attempt to drink. “So, who’s the guy?”
Drake moved further back into the galley, away from Oggie’s view, before answering. “He owns the Second Chance, Asa’s newest pet project. We’re picking up a kid in DC—well,