Storm stood looking out of a window at Bradford Outfitters, watching the clouds scudding by overhead. She folded her arms across her chest, feeling depressed. Ever since Jack’s fateful phone call, nothing seemed to be going right. Her flying schedule had become even heavier, and she was never teamed up with Jim, always with someone else. It had been over three weeks since she had last seen him. Ray Leeper quietly entered the room and nodded shyly in Storm’s direction. She managed a small smile in response and returned to her own frustrated thoughts. A terrible loneliness had come over her and she closed her eyes against the pain. Was Jim avoiding her on purpose? Occasionally, she caught a glimpse of him, either entering a plane or walking with a group of hunters toward the closest bar. Despite the fact that she’d been working without a day off for several weeks, she was actually thankful for the work, which kept her from remembering the exquisite way Jim had made love to her. She sighed softly and walked over to the coffeepot to pour herself another cup.
