McKenna was meeting him at the airport in five minutes. She hadn’t said much when she texted, just told him she needed him and asked if he could meet her with the plane ready to go. He’d needed a destination so he could file a flight plan and he’d finally managed to get that info out of her, but that was all. She’d been adamant about not talking about it on the phone. So for now he was planning a flight along the coast, not knowing exactly why. The things a man would do for a woman. He walked back to the cockpit and climbed in, deciding he may as well wait for her in there. She came running across the runway three minutes later, waving her arms at him. “Go, go, go!” she shouted as she climbed in and slammed the door. The events of the last week all too clear in his mind, he took off without question, taxiing across the runway and then lifting off in one seamless, effortless motion.
