Nathan’s POV

We slept for almost the entire rest of the flight into Salt Lake City. I had set the alarm for about an hour before landing, so we could get up and have a shower, and get dressed.

“We need to stop in Salt Lake City to refuel and change pilots,” I advised. “Captain Alonzo is from Salt Lake City, so we’re basically dropping him off at home.”

“How much time do we have in Salt Lake City?” Amelie questioned.

“A few hours. I thought we’d go have something to eat,” I answered. “There is a really good brunch place close to the airport hangar.”

“I could really go...