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John whooped when he heard the news. Home! Reno to Denver, connect to Tulsa, call up Paps and get a ride home. He could be home in four or five hours if everything lined up right.
“Home by dinner! Awesome!”
He punched the back of the seat in front of him hard enough to knock Crazy Tim forward. Tim turned and they punched fist-to-fist hard enough that John’s knuckles stung. He knew what his buddy would be up to, girl-hunting. They always swarmed around his broad shoulders and gentle eyes.
Tim let out a howl halfway between crow and wolf that set everyone laughing and talking at once. The plane was loud with both crews shouting over the roar of the engines. Someone raided the small galley and ran back tossing out cans of soda and bags of salted peanuts.
“Wait. Wait. What the hell’s t
