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where have you been, then?”
    â€œI might ask you the same thing,” I grumbled, sliding my cap on. “You and your pa have been gone every day since we got to New Orleans.”
    Some of her bluster deflated. “It’s the Lang Company. They refuse to leave me alone.”
    â€œOh?”
    â€œEvery night since we got here, they’ve hosted galas and balls and dinners”—she ticked the events off her fingers—“and then teas and luncheons and more galas. Kent Lang parades me around like a spectacle. Reporters prod me with question while ladies twitter behind my back. ‘Oh, tee-hee,’” she mimicked in falsetto. “‘A female pilot—gracious me!’”
    â€œHuh,” I grunted. The idea of Kent Lang, young bachelor and heir to the Lang Company, paying that much attention to Cass . . . I didn’t like it one bit.
    And seeing Cass this close after a week made my traitorous heart pound a bit too hard. I slid my hands in my pockets to hide my trembling. “So, uh, if you’re going to a party now, then why’re you walking back toward the boat?”
    â€œI forgot my cape.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s absurd, don’t you think? Why would anyone need a wrap on a night like this?” To prove her point, she dragged her finger over her exposed chest—then jabbed the finger at me. “My glove is soaked through!”
    I didn’t respond. I was too preoccupied by her collarbone—by the way moisture beaded across it. . . .
    I eased out a tight, churning breath, then I forced my eyes back to her face. Focus. Only friends. Nothin’ more.
    â€œIt is positively boiling outside!” Cass went on. “Yet I must waltz around in gowns and slippers and gloves. Oh—and did you know I cannot touch a gentleman or another lady without gloves? Of course I knew the rule existed, but I did not think anyone actually abided by it—not in this weather, leastwise.” She stomped her slippered foot—and it made her body bounce in ways I should not be seeing.
    My gaze snapped to a stack of crates behind her. Only friends. Not a damned thing more.
    â€œI keep trying,” she said, “to think of all this as a grand story to tell Ellis when I visit her in the hospital next. At least she’ll love all the fancy dresses and dancing.” Cass stared ruefully down at her skirts. But then her head whipped back up. “I almost forgot the worst part!” she exclaimed. “Why, it makes my temper practically ignite, Danny! No matter how many times I tell the reporters that I am only half of the team—that the apprentice engineer is just as important as the apprentice pilot—they don’t write it down. I keep telling them that you’re my other half, but they don’t seem to care. . . .” She trailed off.
    My eyes shot back to her face. She was watching me through lowered lashes. I scratched the back of my neck. “Uh . . . what is it?”
    â€œFor my so-called other half, you have been almighty scarce this week.” Her lips pressed into a frown. “Why? Where have you been? I demand you tell me.”
    â€œYou demand, do you?” I gave a lazy shrug. “In that case I reckon I had a lot of work.”
    â€œDon’t lie to me, Danny. We’re best friends, and . . .” She swallowed, hugging her arms to her stomach. “And I deserve better than that. You left the ship for a reason tonight, and if it wasn’t to talk to me, then what was?”
    â€œTo . . . to talk to you?” Is that why she thought I was here? For some sort of apology?
    She leaned toward me, expectant, and I exhaled sharply. She was too near. The shape of her shoulders, the contour of her neck—I couldn’t stay sane with her here.
    I scooted back a step. “I’m, uh, goin’ out.”
    â€œOut?” Her