She eased onto a small sofa, placed her purse and briefcase beside her and buckled up for takeoff. Reed spoke to Fletcher and took a tan captain’s chair across from her. The plane could easily seat six people.
“We’re ready to go,” Reed said, adjusting his seat belt.
Soon they were taxiing down the runway and the jet lifted from the tarmac with a smoothness that still left butterflies in her stomach. Her fear of heights always made her stomach knot with tension, but she generally managed to control it. Up, up they went into the fluffy white clouds, leaving Dallas behind.
Once the plane was in the air, Melody left her seat. “Everything is going smoothly. May I get you something to drink?” Another thing Cari liked about Melody, she was always willing to please. Her job was being a pilot but she didn’t consider it beneath her to act as a flight attendant. Cari had a feeling the woman was going to go far in life.
Tearing her eyes away from the window and that vast nothingness of space, Cari unbuckled her seat belt. “Water, please.”
“Me, too,” Reed replied, resting one booted foot over his knee.
Melody served the drinks on a silver tray with Waterford crystal. Cari often thought this was the height of ostentation, but it was the norm for the Prestons.
As Reed took his glass, he said, “Melody, you really don’t have to do this.”
“It’s my pleasure.” Melody smiled so brightly it was blinding.
He’s engaged, Cari wanted to say. Women were always flirting with him. That was the norm, too.
“Thank you,” Reed said, and Melody floated back to the cockpit.
They rode in silence for a moment.
She could feel Reed’s eyes on her and she refused to squirm. Finally he asked, “What do you think of Daphne?”
She swallowed, choosing her words carefully. “She’s very beautiful.”
He idly rubbed his leather boot, his eyes watching her. “I sense a ‘but’…”
Her eyes caught his. “I hadn’t realized you were dating anyone seriously.” The words were like puffs of air she couldn’t capture or take back.
His eyes darkened. “I’m not aware I have to clear my dating schedule with you.”
His spurt of anger didn’t deter her. “I work closely with you every day and I’m wondering why you felt a need to keep Daphne a secret.”
“My personal life is my business.”
“So what do you care what I think of Daphne?”
“Sir.” Fletcher’s voice came through on the intercom. “We’re going through a thunderstorm, so there’ll be some turbulence. Nothing serious.”
Water splattered against the window and Cari turned her attention to it. The small plane trembled and faltered from the impact of the rain and the wind. Lightning split the sky, illuminating the cabin. It was too close.
She turned her thoughts to Reed. No way would she tell him how she felt about him. He loved Daphne and blurting out her feelings would only complicate things between them.
“Cari…”
She heard his throaty voice and she couldn’t look at him. She wasn’t that strong.
Instead, she placed her water on a side table and then opened her briefcase. She focused her attention on the itinerary and the conversation turned to business, something they both were more comfortable with.
“I see you’ve planned to take the manager and his staff out to dinner,” she said.
“Yes, the store is doing very well. I wanted to do something special, but I’m afraid I’ll have to cut it short. I plan to return to Dallas tonight.”
She knew why.
She didn’t need the overnight bag, but she still liked to carry one to freshen up. “They’ll appreciate the thought,” she replied.
A tense pause followed her words.
“Cari…”
Why couldn’t he let it go? She didn’t want to talk about his engagement or Daphne.
“Sir,” Fletcher’s voice came through, more urgent this time, “we’re losing power, so it might be best if everyone buckled up.”
“What the hell?” Reed sprang from his seat and made his way to the cockpit. Cari could hear them clearly. “What’s the problem?” Reed asked.
“I’m trying to get the plane above the thunderstorm, but we’re losing power,” Fletcher replied.
“Both engines?”
“Just one, sir.”
“Were we hit by lightning?”
“That’s my guess. I’m trying to restart the engine.”
Cari looked out the window and she could tell they were going down. Fear leaped into her throat and she quickly fastened her seat belt.
Melody was trying to help Fletcher, but the plane was not responding.
“Damn it, man,” Reed yelled. “Do something.”
“Mayday, Mayday. We have a problem.” Fletcher spouted off altitude and longitude and other flight facts, but it didn’t keep the plane from careening off course and downward.
The sound of thunder cracked loudly and the remaining engine died away. “We’ve lost contact and power,” Fletcher shouted. “I’m beginning a descent for ditching. Without power the plane cannot stay in the air. We have to land in a remote location. Take your seat, sir. Now!”
The plane wobbled severely and continued to glide slowly toward the ground. Cari began to pray and a scream clogged her throat.
Reed jumped into his seat, his face pale. He stared into her eyes and she saw more in that instant than she had in all the years she’d known him. She saw the fear and she also saw something else. As the plane jerked and spun they knew it was too late.
For them.
They were going to die.
Chapter Three
Cari awoke to pain and a throbbing in her head. Not another Tylenol morning. She opened her eyes and the pain was overtaken by fear.
Where was she?
Something held her in place. A seat belt. Was she in her car? No. She was jammed against something hard and a heavy object was on top of her. Opening her eyes more she saw wires hanging from the ceiling, compartments flung open, items strewn everywhere. She was covered in debris.
The plane had crashed!
Everything came flooding back.
Melody lay in the doorway to the cockpit and she could see Fletcher slumped over in his seat. The nose of the plane had been pushed forward and the instrument panel pressed against the pilot. She didn’t know if he was dead or alive.
An eerie quiet filled the cabin.
Reed!
Raising her head, she winced and noticed blood on her hand. A shard of glass stuck out of the soft flesh near her thumb. She bit her lip, pulled it out and held her hand against her chest to stop the bleeding. Otherwise she was okay. Or at least she thought she was, just cuts, bruises and aches.
Reed’s chair was twisted and his head rested against the side of the cabin, which seemed to be tilted and crushed in slightly. He was bleeding, his shirt soaked with bright red.