She glanced to the south. They were high enough to have a good view of the long runway lying about ten miles to the south. It was Edwards.
“Where are we going?”
She shrugged. “Back of Bourke for all I know.”
“What was that?”
“Australian saying. Bourke is this town that’s way out there into the Outback. Back of Bourke, there’s nothing much but the Simpson Desert for close enough to forever to make no difference.”
Cal’s low chuckle did things to her. It came so easily for him. She felt as if the laughter had been driven out of her years before. Sure, she enjoyed a good joke, but she always felt like the odd cog out when she merely smiled while others laughed. Cal was appreciative, not judgmental. That allowed her wiggle room to ease out of her overly self-conscious state.
For now Jeann
