Liam followed Charles and Mason in the Blazer, out the gravel road to the airport, ten miles from Newenham, complete with hangar and tiedowns and Gift Shoppe. Wy was waiting for them, 68 Kilo fueled and ready. They climbed in and took off.
It was a much shorter ride this time, and a much louder landing. Liam was certain they were going to end up in the trees, a place they had already been in a plane once this year, thank you very much, when a hard kick to the rudder swung the tail around and they rolled mercifully to a stop.
“Nicely done,” Charles drawled over the headphones.
“Thank you, Colonel,” Wy said.
“Charles, please.” He smiled at her. Liam, watching from the back seat, noticed that while she inclined her head in acknowledgement she didn’t smile back. Maybe that was why he loved her, the one woman left in the world Charles Bradley Campbell had yet to charm.
Give him time.
Excerpt from Better to Rest, the fourth Liam Campbell novel.
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