She didn’t know why she’d done it. Flying commando, naked beneath her flight suit, wasn’t any version of herself that Emily recognized. A lot of things hadn’t been lately.
At one point, she wanted to give the controls to the copilot, but one look at his hands stopped her. They were fisted tightly in his lap as he stared rigidly ahead.
Focus, Beale. Focus.
Focus, Beale. Focus.She was, and that was the problem. She was focusing on Mark’s rough voice and thinking about his gentle hands. That was a dangerous place to be while flying, twenty feet above the rolling seas. She was tipped far enough forward that her rotor tips were five feet closer to the water, and that was all she dared risk. The Chesapeake Bay could offer surprise chop that rose to twice normal height.
A quick glance at the
