Until Hanna (Until Her #9) Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Until Her Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds

Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)

Hanna has always dreamt of the day when she’d find the perfect man and start a family of her own. But one horrible dating experience after an another, has her second guessing her ability to trust her own judgment when it comes to men. After her last failed relationship with a man who had a whole other life that she knew nothing about, she makes a promise to herself:
No dating and no serious relationships for a year.
But a vacation fling isn’t dating is it?
Walker St. James has always lived his life one adventure at a time, and settling down hasn’t been something he’s ever considered until her. Hanna Mayson. A woman he knows he could easily fall in love with. But while he’s trying to figure out how to make things between them work she informs him that all she wants is a vacation hook up.
Giving her what she wants is easy but if he gets his way they will be anything but temporary.

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“London Air would like to give you a warm welcome to Paris, where the local time is 2:00 p.m. We hope you enjoyed your flight with us today,” I say over the intercom as soon as the plane touches down. “Please stay seated while we are taxiing, and make sure to keep your seatbelts fastened until the signs are switched off. We will be arriving at Terminal Two, and for any customers with checked luggage, you can pick it up at Carousel Five. If you’re continuing on to Ibiza with us, please stay in your seat. As always, thank you for flying with London Airlines, especially our deluxe cardholders. Your loyalty is hugely appreciated.” I hang up the mic while people talking on their phones and the sound of more than a few seatbelts unclicking fills the cabin as we slowly taxi toward the gate.

When the plane comes to a stop, I get up and tuck my seat away, then walk to the small kitchen to put my Kindle in my purse. I take my position, waiting with a smile on my face as everyone gets up and begin to gather their things. No matter how big the plane is or how many passengers there are, it’s always the same — a mad dash to see who can get ready first. Something I will forever find comical, because everyone will have to wait until the people in the rows in front of them exit.

“All set?” Douglas asks, stepping out of the cockpit.

“All set.” I smile up at him. I love Douglas, and not just because he sounds and looks like he could be part of the cast of one of my favorite shows, Game of Thrones, with his Scottish brogue, bulky frame, striking red hair, and fair, freckled complexion. But because he and his wife and kids have become like family to me.

I turn my attention to the door when I hear the latch click open and smile at Matty, one of the ground agents, when he opens and shoves it aside.

“Hi, Matty.”

“Uh… hey, Hanna.” He looks like he’s going to say something more, but he glances over at Douglas and snaps his mouth shut.

“Are things ready for me to start letting people off?”

“Yes.” He clears his throat. “Ready when you are.”

“Awesome.” I give him a reassuring smile, because he looks a little nervous. Then again, if you don’t know Douglas like I do, he can seem intimidating.

“Yeah, awesome,” he agrees before turning around and walking off.

“When that lad finally works up the courage to ask you out one day, I’m going to buy him a pint.”

“He doesn’t want to ask me out. You just scare the bejesus out of him.”

“Whatever you say, lass,” Douglas mutters, and I roll my eyes at him, then turn my attention to the passengers waiting anxiously to my left.

“Have a great day, guys.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, the people closest to me begin to hurry off the aircraft, while Douglas — unlike some pilots I work with — stands tucked into the doorway of the cockpit so he can say goodbye to everyone as they deplane.

As the final passengers getting off are coming up the aisle, Joslyn — who is working with me today — follows them up to the front, looking exhausted.

“Are you all right?” I ask her after the last person exits through the door.

“I’m going to hop off and get a coffee. I stayed up last night studying, and I didn’t realize how tired I was until we landed. Do either of you want something?” She looks between Douglas and me.

“Give me a second, and I’ll go with you,” Douglas says before turning back to the cockpit, where I’m sure he’s asking his copilot, George, if he wants anything.

“How much longer until you get your pilot’s license?” I glance over at her as I reach for my purse to get her some money.

“About five months.” She runs her fingers through her long, dark hair.

“That’s exciting.”

“It’s terrifying.” She gives me a tired smile. “Friday will be my last shift working with you.”

“No!” I pout. “I can’t believe you’re leaving me already.”

“I know, but I need to get in as much flight time as I can, and I just can’t physically do both jobs anymore.”

“That’s understandable,” I say as Douglas comes out of the cockpit.

“Ready?” he asks her.

“Yeah.” She takes the money I pass her, and I don’t even bother telling her what I want, because she already knows. I always order the same thing—a large coffee with oat milk and vanilla syrup.

When they leave, I pop my head into the cockpit to check on George, then I do a walkthrough to pick up any garbage that was left behind, stopping to chat with the few passengers left in their seats.