“I will,” Vicki promised. She looked at the trim little plane, and nodded her head approvingly. “Nice airplane you have here.”
“We like it,” Steve said, evidently pleased. “It may seem like a lot of airplane to be giving our young friend his first flying lessons in, but she handles just like an automobile.”
“I know,” Vicki said. “I’ve flown in Beeches before.”
“Good deal,” Steve said.
Just at that moment a blond-haired young man strode toward them from a twin-engine Cessna that was parked farther up on the concrete apron. He gave Steve a semimilitary salute and said, “Hello!”
“Come over here, Roy,” Steve called. “I want you to meet a friend of mine.”
The blond young pilot looked at Vicki as he said, “I’ve met your student, Steve, but ...”
“This is Miss Vicki Barr,” Steve told him. “Licensed pilot and Federal Airlines hostess. Vicki, this is Roy Olsen. He’s a charter pilot out of Saint Pete. He comes over the Bay occasionally to take the bread out of our mouths.”
Roy Olsen grinned. “Don’t you believe it, Miss Barr. I just fly over here now and then to help relieve the load on the Tampa boys.”
He had an infectious grin, and Vicki liked him immediately.