Dyllan pulled a copy of the Complete Edger Allen Poe out of
his backpack. To the women’s discomfort
he read “The Raven” and then “Tell Tale Heart” with a great deal of flare. He smirked as the women tried to talk over
him, but Ami and Grace just listened intently.
He had a definite talent for storytelling...
As rivers opened up to the Cook Inlet, Dyllan
said, “Here we go!” The women in the
seats ahead tensed and chatted excitedly.
Grace pulled out her headphones and turned her music on MUCH too loud,
closing her eyes. Ami had just enough
time to wonder what all the excitement was about, and then they began to
turn. The wide turn angled the plane
down to the left and Grace leaned on Ami, pushing her into Dyllan’s
shoulder. She hadn’t realized how tall
or solid he was until that moment… or how warm.
The smell of musk, old leather and aftershave was terribly
distracting. Her heart rate picked up
and she prayed she was the only one
who could feel the beat.
The plane shook a bit as they turned in almost a
circle. They straightened out just in
time to line up with the runway and slow down for landing. After a minute Grace realized she was still
leaning on Ami and sat up quickly. Ami
righted herself and nervously said “thanks” to no one in particular...
As the plane came to a stop, Andy gave a short
“Welcome” speech in an exaggerated British accent. Ami and Grace giggled. Dyllan said, “Thanks Gov’ner,” as he leaned
forward and slid the side door open.
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