Page 126 of Life To My Flight

The air in the cabin seemed to thicken, and I turned when I saw Cleo’s hand move from the stick between his thighs.

“You wanna fly?” He asked.

I looked at him, remembering the time I’d asked him if he’d let me fly nearly six months ago, and shook my head animatedly. “No, way! You said you’d never let me fly your multi-million dollar machine.”

He grinned, and looked back towards the horizon.

“I can’t ask you to marry me if you don’t hold my stick,” he teased.

I blinked, unsure if I’d heard him right or not.

“Say what?” I clarified.

He looked at me like I was a dumbass. “You heard what I said.”

“No, I don’t think I did. Repeat it one more time,” I instructed quickly.

Sighing, he reached over and took my hand, placing it on the stick between his legs.

I froze as he lifted his hand from the stick, causing adrenaline to pour through my body as I watched the sky in front of us.

“Cleo?” I asked nervously.

He reached into his flight suit, and came out with a velvet box.

I started hyperventilating.

He opened it, presenting me with the diamond that was nestled in the folds of velvet.

It was black and hot pink; exactly what I never knew I wanted.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, causing him to beam at me.

“I’ve waited a long, long time to ask you this. Rue Delaney Loden, will you marry me?”

I nodded emphatically. “You betcha’!”

God, I was such a dork.

He leaned forward, placing the ring gently on the finger that was laying against his stick.

“That’s what I wanted to hear. Let’s go for a ride,” he said as he took over the helicopter, flying us East.

He didn’t have a destination in mind, and I was happy to be where he was at, even if it did only last until they got a call.

Cleo’s partner was a silent presence in the back seat. Making the best use of his time since he had to be there anyway.

I had looked back at him a few times, noticing that he was taking pictures with his phone at one point.

And I knew I’d have some of the best memories of my life forever memorialized in a frozen moment of time.

Epilogue

How to celebrate a wedding: Beer, hot sex, and donuts on your bike in the clubhouse.

-Bikers do it better

Cleo

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