nything.”
I flush a deep crimson, and he runs his index finger
down my cheek before handing me the headphones. I’d
like to touch you, too, but you won’t let me. I scowl at
him. Besides, he’s pulled the straps so tight I can barely
him. Besides, he’s pulled the straps so tight I can barely
move.
He sits in his seat and buckles himself in, then starts
running through all his preflight checks. He’s just so
competent. It’s very alluring. He puts on his headphones
and flips a switch and the rotors speed up, deafening me.
Turning, he gazes at me. “Ready, baby?” His voice
echoes through the headphones.
“Yes.”
He grins his boyish grin. Wow—I’ve not seen it for so
long.
“Sea-Tac tower, this is Charlie Tango—Tango Echo
Hotel, cleared for takeoff to Portland via PDX. Please
confirm, over.”
The disembodied voice of the air traffic controller
answers, issuing instructions.
“Roger, tower, Charlie Tango set, over and out.”
Christian flips two switches, grasps the stick, and the
helicopter rises slowly and smoothly into the evening sky.
Seattle and my stomach drop away from us, and
there’s so much to see.
“We’ve chased the dawn, Anastasia, now the dusk,”
his voice comes through on the headphones. I turn to gape
at him in surprise.
What does this mean? How is it that he can say the
most romantic things? He smiles, and I can’t help but smile
shyly back at him.
“As well as the evening sun, there’s more to see this
time,” he says.
The last time we flew to Seattle it was dark, but this
The last time we flew to Seattle it was dark, but this
evening the view is spectacular, literally out of this world.
We’re up among the tallest buildings, going higher and
higher.
“Escala’s over there.” He points toward the building.
“Boeing there, and you can just see the Space Needle.”
I crane my head. “I’ve never been.”
“I’ll take you—we can eat there.”
What? “Christian, we broke up.”
“I know. I can still take you there and feed you.” He
glares at me.
I shake my head and flush before taking a less
conf
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