The closer they got to the airport, the more nervous Andrea became about getting on the plane. She wasn’t used to feeling this way. Never, in all of her years, had she been afraid to fly. But after her last experience, she couldn’t help but think of all of the awful things that could happen while she was gliding through the air at over 200 miles an hour with nothing beneath her but open space.
“It’ll be fine,” Case assured her, squeezing her hand. “This isn’t a charter, Andrea. This is my crew. I know them all well. They’re very experienced.”
Andrea nodded, only slightly jealous that he had his own plane and crew, but then he needed it to get to all of the races from one weekend to the next. Still, she’d always wanted her own jet.... But then, if she was going to be afraid to fly, what w
