Author's Note:I forgot to put all this stuff on Chapter 1, so let me say it now :) First of all, I don't own these characters, I'm just borrowing them. Please don't sue! Secondly, a big "thank you!" to my friends Allison and Katie for their help in writing this fic!
Chapter 2
A few days later, the Sheffields, along with Fran and Niles, found themselves aboard Sandpiper Air's evening flight from New York to Nantucket. Fran was nervous about flying on a small charter plane. "Mr. Sheffield, with all your dough, couldn't you have at least used a real airline?!"
"Nantucket is a very small island, Miss Fine. There is only one airport, and two airlines. This was the cheaper of the two fares," he explained.
"No wonder," Fran said, looking around.
Just then, the pilot spoke up. "Don't worry, Miss, this is a routine flight, and I'm a very experienced pilot. You'll be just fine."
"It's just that, the last plane I was on nearly crashed. We were coming back from Paris, and--"
Maxwell cut her off before she could finish her sentence. "Now, Miss Fine, there's no need to tell the pilot our business."
The young pilot chuckled. "Don't worry, it's going to be a safe flight. Now, we're just about to take off, so make sure your seatbelt is buckled. By the way, my name is Brian Hackett, and I'll be your pilot this evening. I also happen to be co-owner of Sandpiper, along with my brother, Joe."
"Wow," Fran said as the plane began to take off. "So young, and already you own your own business?"
Brian blushed slightly at the compliment. "Well, it's really Joe's airline. He started it by himself, then he hired me when I moved back to the island a few years ago."
"Is your brother as handsome as you are?" Fran asked, obviously flirting. Without bothering to ask permission, she walked toward the front of the plane and seated herself next to him.
Brian looked at her and smiled. "Well, it depends on who you ask," he answered.
From his seat, Maxwell could see and hear the entire conversation. He didn't like it one bit. After what had happened in Paris, they had agreed to be 'just friends.' So why did it bother him to see a 'friend' talking to another man? 'What does she even see in him, anyway?' he wondered. 'Big deal, he owns his own business! So do I! And I probably alread had several hit shows while he was still in diapers!' Max paused a moment. One question echoed in the back of his mind: Why the hell did this bother him so bloody much?