15. Milly
Archer leaves without saying goodbye, and while I know I”ll see him again, my body aches to follow. Maybe it knows I need to; what did Branch say? Speed up the process and fuck him?
Flint grabs my hand and pulls me through a short hallway that leads to a platform in the back of the airport. The sun is low in the sky, and everything is a glorious blend of reds and yellows, but I know I don”t have time to savor it right now. Besides, as pretty as it is, a cold wind seems to be blowing in from the northern half of the island, and it makes me shiver.
Flint notices and quickly helps me into his small, aquatic plane.
”Let”s get out of here before it really cools down. I”m much more of a summer guy,” he says, helping me fasten my seatbelt.
”It”s barely spring, summer will be here before you know it,” I say back, still looking out the window at the pretty sky.
”No, it”ll be here in two days after fall has its turn,” he says, climbing into the plane”s pilot seat and starting the engine.
I have to shout so he can hear me.
”What are you talking about?” I ask, tilting my head at him in confusion.
”Did Mark not get a chance to talk to you yet?” he shouts back, and I shake my head. I see his shoulder shake in a small chuckle as he closes the door, and I can hear him much better.
”Colt built his islands with a big weather control system, but it”s on the fritz. Mark told me about it today when I came in to ask about the mystery plane we saw. Apparently on our island, it”s spring today, fall tomorrow and then it”ll be time for winter.”
”What happened to summer?”
”We”re flying there now,” he says, giving me a dazzling smile and peeking at me from above his reflective sunglasses. ”Ready?”
I nod and settle back in my seat as the small plane buzzes into the water and gathers speed for take-off.
The water is blissfully still around us, and it reflects the sun”s rays, causing the whole ocean to glimmer as if someone spilled a bowl full of diamonds onto it. What anyone would be doing with a bowlful of diamonds, I have no idea, but I can”t think of any other way to describe it.
Maybe there”s just something about the island that makes it even prettier as if the indescribable feeling it brings out in me is only the beginning of the sparkling future it holds.
There is still the anxious pit, but it”s deeper now because something in me says I can trust Branch and that he will take care of things here. I hate to put my future into someone else”s hands, but the pull inside me says it”s okay and gives me permission to try my best to trust him. So I lean back in my seat, close my eyes, and do just that.
Milly”s story continues in
Shifters in Paradise: Book 2 - Confident Flint