6
They started at a line of aircraft that Melissa hadn’t noticed last night. It was behind the main hanger. Along the fence line were numerous planes parked too tightly together for everyday use. There was her Cessna 172, looking much the worse for wear. Pipers, Beechcraft, more Cessnas, a sleek and petite Learjet. Singles, twins, seaplanes, and a big DC-3 tail dragger that she half expected a team of smokejumpers to be diving out of with their parachutes and axes.
“What’s all of this?” She shrugged a men’s button-down shirt she’d stolen from Richie over her t-shirt. With the sunset, the temperature had gone from blistering to merely obnoxious. She missed seeing Richie only in his Speedo, but he looked pretty damned amazing in the black t-shirt and jeans that matched her own.
“Seized ai
