Stolen Flyght – Chapter 11
Warmth on my shoulder sends a shock down my back, but I’m unable to flinch away. Life is dark and swimming, a long, black tunnel, stretching off into nothing.
Warmth on my shoulder sends a shock down my back, but I’m unable to flinch away. Life is dark and swimming, a long, black tunnel, stretching off into nothing.
“You have got to be kidding me.” I stare at the photo Yan sent me and sigh.
My belly tightens as I stare out the bridge windows across the expanse at our secondary ship, one of Jinzo’s called the Daegu. I wish I was there instead of here.
“Hello, Eamon. ” “Aw, fuck,” he says, sighing and sinking into his chair.
Handing the leash over to the man at the dog daycare and boarding center on the Lee home ship, my heart squeezes. Frogger looks up at me with his big, brown eyes, and I regret all of my decisions as of late.
The weather has changed on Sonoma since I’ve been gone. Harvest time means cooler weather incoming, rain, and leaves changing color.
I’m surprised by Carlos’s room when I arrive. He’s set up several workstations, and datapads occupy the available surfaces.
The Flyght ship we’re taking to Sonoma is, of course, Diamond class because nothing is impossible for Ken with his own company. I reunite with my crew, giving Carlos an embarrassing hug, while Lia giggles at his sincere blush.