"It's ready for tomorrow if you want it," Grant mentioned casually.
Bridget's fists clenched and her eyes brightened. "Wow," she observed. "Then you've got a pilot?"
Grinning sourly, Grant said, "As if you don't know who."
Her eyes showed concern. "What do you mean?"
"I mean things have worked out creamy as you planned."
"Grant, I don't understand."
"Now, don't tell me you didn't know I could push up one of these things." He patted the side of the atomjet.
"You, a pilot? Grant. I didn't know."
"Let's say it's been convenient for you, anyway."