Page 88 of If You Say So

For the first time in so freakin’ long, I felt complete again.

I trembled as I cried, and Luca held me.

He held me and didn’t let me go.

Not until I was all cried out.

That was when I realized that the sound of the blades of the helicopter were no longer filling the

air.

That it was silent as a tomb.

“You scared the shit out of me.” His voice sounded ragged, as if he’d just gargled with rocks and

did a couple shots of vodka for shits and giggles. “It’s dangerous to be out while the blades are still spinning.”

I looked up when I felt the chill in his tone.

“What are you talking about?” I mumbled into his chest.

He shivered.

“When helicopters are powering down, their blades droop,” he said. “That’s when they’re most

dangerous. You could’ve been decapitated.”

I shivered just thinking about it.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

And I was.

I had no idea.

“I know,” he said. “You didn’t know.”

I looked over Luca’s shoulder to see Tim being yelled at by someone.

“Who’s that?” I asked.

Tim was standing at rigid attention, and his back was so ramrod straight that I had a feeling

whoever the person doing the yelling was, he was an important guy.

“Based on his dress, I would say an officer or some sort,” Luca said. “Are you okay to go back?”

Was I okay to go back?

I had no fucking clue.

I wasn’t okay in the least.

In fact, I was so far from okay that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be okay again.

But I could suck it up.

I could make it to the vacation rental.

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