Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Ch. 40
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Falling in Public
Chapter 40
Holly felt the plane shift, dip, and finally level off. Fearing the worst, she debated internally whether to go forward and check on Eddie, or to stay in her seat. Across the aisle, her stalker laughed.
"I wouldn't count on your hero coming back anytime soon," he sneered. "All of the men in my employ are armed, and trained for situations like this."
Holly placed both hands on the top of the seat in front of her and pulled, grunting as she cautiously put weight on her wounded leg. To hell with sitting back here. She was going to help Eddie get this plane on the ground, or die trying.
"Is that why your men are all on the floor up there?" she asked as she limped past. "Seems like well-trained men would have been able to fend off a measly two people."
He started to argue, but she slipped through the dividing curtain, muting him to the point where it all just sounded like more bable. Moving slow, she stepped over the sprawled limbs and dropped weapons. Finally getting past the guy she assumed was the pilot by the wings on his impeccable blue jacket, she reached the cockpit door.
"Eddie? It's Holly. Open up."
After a brief pause and several clicks from the other side of the door, it swung in, revealing Eddie holding a gun pointed straight at her face. She watched his eyes dart to either side of her, checking. Then he lowered the gun and pulled her in, shutting and locking the door.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, turning around to look at her. "Why are you on your feet?" There wasn't much space, and Holly found herself neatly pressed up against his hard chest.
Among other things.
She smiled. "Maybe I just missed you." Raising a hand to the muscles before her, she traced a finger down the center of his torso, pleased when he twitched under her touch. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, gallantly kissing the back.
"We don't have time for this, Holly. We're about out of gas with nowhere to land - not to mention I knocked out the pilot. Unless you know how to fly a plane..."
She shook her head. "No, but I have read a lot about it - I wrote a book about a pilot last year. I might be able to sort of figure it out."
He laughed. "You're kidding, right? You learned how to fly by reading a book? Sorry, but I just don't think that's going to work here. I Maybe we should find the parachutes. There has to be at least one."
"Eddie Pierce, I am not jumping out of a plane - especially not with this stupid leg. Just let me look at the controls. I bet I can figure it out. We can figure it out - you said you have a little knowledge, right?"
He shrugged and stepped aside, giving her access to the pilot's chair. "What the hell. We're screwed anyway. Might as well go down fighting."
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Falling in Public
Chapter 40
Holly felt the plane shift, dip, and finally level off. Fearing the worst, she debated internally whether to go forward and check on Eddie, or to stay in her seat. Across the aisle, her stalker laughed.
"I wouldn't count on your hero coming back anytime soon," he sneered. "All of the men in my employ are armed, and trained for situations like this."
Holly placed both hands on the top of the seat in front of her and pulled, grunting as she cautiously put weight on her wounded leg. To hell with sitting back here. She was going to help Eddie get this plane on the ground, or die trying.
"Is that why your men are all on the floor up there?" she asked as she limped past. "Seems like well-trained men would have been able to fend off a measly two people."
He started to argue, but she slipped through the dividing curtain, muting him to the point where it all just sounded like more bable. Moving slow, she stepped over the sprawled limbs and dropped weapons. Finally getting past the guy she assumed was the pilot by the wings on his impeccable blue jacket, she reached the cockpit door.
"Eddie? It's Holly. Open up."
After a brief pause and several clicks from the other side of the door, it swung in, revealing Eddie holding a gun pointed straight at her face. She watched his eyes dart to either side of her, checking. Then he lowered the gun and pulled her in, shutting and locking the door.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, turning around to look at her. "Why are you on your feet?" There wasn't much space, and Holly found herself neatly pressed up against his hard chest.
Among other things.
She smiled. "Maybe I just missed you." Raising a hand to the muscles before her, she traced a finger down the center of his torso, pleased when he twitched under her touch. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, gallantly kissing the back.
"We don't have time for this, Holly. We're about out of gas with nowhere to land - not to mention I knocked out the pilot. Unless you know how to fly a plane..."
She shook her head. "No, but I have read a lot about it - I wrote a book about a pilot last year. I might be able to sort of figure it out."
He laughed. "You're kidding, right? You learned how to fly by reading a book? Sorry, but I just don't think that's going to work here. I Maybe we should find the parachutes. There has to be at least one."
"Eddie Pierce, I am not jumping out of a plane - especially not with this stupid leg. Just let me look at the controls. I bet I can figure it out. We can figure it out - you said you have a little knowledge, right?"
He shrugged and stepped aside, giving her access to the pilot's chair. "What the hell. We're screwed anyway. Might as well go down fighting."
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