Page 103 of Possess Me
We broke through the clouds before the bastards got back to me.
“Flight N65oG2, please proceed to runway 51. I repeat, head to runway 51. Emergency vehicles will be standing by. Once landed, you will stay inside your plane. Is that understood?”
“Now the bastards want to give me a hard time.” I turned on the microphone as Vissarian growled beside me. “Sí, señor. Muchas gracias por su ayuda.” Said with full sarcasm.
Yes, sir. Thank you oh-so much for your assistance.
Maybe I was pushing the attitude a little bit, but we weren’t their enemy.
At least not right now. Maybe dropping Vissarian’s name had given them a reason to change their minds. Whatever the case, I didn’t have time to give a shit.
Not when we could be coming in for a crash landing.
“I need to make a phone call,” he said out of the blue when I had the airport in sight.
“Now? Are you kidding me? Calling to give your goodbyes?” You bet I was hot under the collar. Whoever had sabotaged theplane had meant for both of us to die. Hell hath no fury like a woman whose furry baby was threatened.
“Someone I trust we might need.”
“Is Bella okay?”
“She’s fine. Concentrate.”
Huffing, I took a deep breath, trying to zone out of everything that was happening except for flying the plane.
Just like the way my commander had taught me.
Something else to pray for. That the lever on the landing gear worked. If we came down on the plane’s belly, I had serious doubts we’d survive.
When I heard the appropriate sound, I let out a little cheer.
I’d been in combat. I’d caught a hailstorm of bullets during one mission and I’d had to come in for a crash landing. Everyone had survived. Only then the situation hadn’t been personal. I’d been flying and serving my country.
This was extremely personal.
And I was furious.
With the runway in sight, I held my breath. The plane was starting to rattle, the joystick becoming more difficult to maneuver.
“You can do this,” he said from beside me.
One last glance of his handsome face. “If I don’t get another chance to tell you this. I think I’m falling for you.” My admittance before possible death. Why that one?
Whether or not he heard or what I’d said was true didn’t matter.
All that did was landing safely.
I’d remember every harrowing moment as the jet dropped lower and lower.
“Hold on,” I said quietly.
Just as the wheels touched down.
With both hands on the joystick, I gritted my teeth as I pulled the brakes. “Come on, baby. Come on. Come… on.”
Slow.
Slower.
