Page 197 of Renegade
“Nice.”
He clasped her hand. “Thanks for being my copilot today. You’re the first civilian I’ve taken flying with me.”
She squeezed his hand. “I need to tell you something. It’s kind of embarrassing, but I’d rather say it and feel like an idiot, than assume something and be wrong.”
He glanced over at her, raised his brows.
“Do people dream when they’ve passed out?”
“They can, especially at that altitude.”
She glanced out the side window. “Damn,” she whispered.
He knew why she was asking, but he wanted to have a little fun with her.
“Why?” he continued.
“I dreamt something.”
“Good, bad, scary? Talk to me, Austin.”
She regarded him. “I… it was nothing.”
“You can’t leave me hangin’ woman. Tell me about your dream.”
“I… you… you told me something, then you asked me a question.”
“Hmm, like how you were feeling?” he asked, biting back a smile.
“Not exactly, but kind of. You asked—” She shook her head, pursed her lips.
He drew her hand to his mouth, kissed her soft skin. “At forty-five thousand feet, flying five hundred miles an hour, I asked you to marry me… and you said yes.”
She beamed at him. “So I didn’t dream that?”
“No, baby. We’re engaged, so no backing out.”
Leaning over, she kissed his cheek. “Are you sure?”
He furrowed his brows at her. “’Bout what?”
“The proposal.”
“It’s my standard question when I bring people flyin’ with me.”
She laughed.
“I’m sure,” he said. “Are you?”
“One-hundred percent,” she replied.
For the first time in his life, he could see his future. And, as they headed back to the Black Site, he took a moment to appreciate the good.
If anyone knew it could be fleeting, it was him.
