Page 87 of Life To My Flight

I’d joined the Air Force immediately out of high school, shocking not only my sisters, but my mother as well.

I’d needed out, though.

I was being smothered by estrogen.

“Exactly. I’m sorry to hear about that young girl. The sitter. How’s she doing?” Reba asked.

That sobered the two of them up quickly.

For me, though, that only just served to set fire to my blood even more.

I’d managed to mask it slightly while we were discussing what my part in this was, but now that I’d been reminded of it, yet again, it was right back to the forefront of my mind.

Which brought up another uncomfortable topic.

That Rue was now staying with me.

I’d only have to tell her.

Which sounded about as fun as baptizing a cat.

“Here you go,” Silas said as he came back with an unopened beer.

He handed it over to Reba, who blushed. “Thank you, but I didn’t need the whole can, just a cup.”

He took the beer out of her hand, opened it, and then took a few chugs before handing it back to her. “There you go.”

Reba rolled her eyes. “I’m making beer bread again. I may need someone to make sure it tastes all right.”

I sensed that we were no longer needed here. “Well, all right, I’ll see you later in the week, Silas. Good to meet you, Reba.”

“Night,” Silas said, “Be good,” he continued and then resumed ignoring us.

“Silas and Reba sitting in a tree, k-i-s-,” Rue sang before I stopped her with my palm over her mouth.

Her eyes were dancing with mirth as I let her mouth go and kept walking to the bike that was parked at the end of the drive.

“The man has super hearing. I guarantee he heard you,” I said once we were to the bike.

She shook her head vehemently. “No, he didn’t.”

“Yes I did,” Silas called from the porch, causing me to burst out laughing, and Rue’s face to turn a cherry red.

“You wanna go for a little ride, and then head to my place?” I asked hopefully.

She turned her head to the side before straightening up and throwing one long leg over the side as she straddled the bike. “Yep.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I mounted the bike in front of her and started the bike. “Let’s ride.”

“Take us on a back road,” Rue ordered before the wind drowned the sound of her voice out.

We drove to Rue’s apartment first, only staying long enough for her to pack a bag for a couple of nights.

Then we set off on the back roads of Louisiana.

I’d found through numerous rides through the Eastern half of Louisiana that I could get lost in the landscape very easily.

Louisiana was infamous for its bayous.

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