Parker brushed past Ruby and headed toward the car.
“What about thermals?” Ruby asked, hurrying after him.
“I’ll risk it,” Parker said. He’d never felt this conflicted and confused before. He didn’t want to be with anyone, he just wanted to fly. Alone.
“Don’t you need Andy and Rafael?” she asked.
“They’re on their way down.” Parker threw his backpack into the back seat. “Don’t wait up for me,” he said before jumping into the car and tearing out of the parking lot. He couldn’t believe it. How could he have been so blind? Parker was just grateful that R
Ruby held onto the seat in front of her, but she couldn’t keep herself from bouncing all over the place, even with the seatbelt on. This was her worst nightmare come true. Her fear of riding in cars battled with her fear of Parker dying in a flying accident, and she swore that if something happened to him, she’d never leave the house again.Ruby knew she shouldn’t have convinced the guys to help Parker get into the air, but she had been trying to be supportive of what he was going through. She didn’t know everything, but Andy had told her enough to cause her to spring into action. He had been right. Ruby saw how self-centered she had been, and right then, all she wanted was to help Parker through his own personal tragedy. That was what was real. All they had was the present, and Ruby didn’t want to mess things up again.
Parker sat in the dirt, swatting at the mosquitoes who were treating him like a banquet. He had seen a small plane fly overhead half an hour before, but all had been quiet since. Well, he had wanted alone time, and he certainly had plenty of that. Parker wouldn’t be surprised if Ruby never talked to him again after this. Heck, he might not even have a crew for his flights anymore. He knew he had been reckless and stupid. Anger and grief did that to people.Knowing that not only was his parents’ marriage a mirage, but he had probably blown any chance he had with Ruby and possibly lost his two best friends—it was too much. He had tried to keep his emotions in check, but he couldn’t do it anymore. He allowed himself to cry. No, sob was more like it. All the despair broke through the barriers he had set up and flooded the dirt with hi
Ruby pulled up in front of her house and let a long breath seep out through her teeth. She knew taking Parker’s car was a stupid thing. But so was him flying his hot air balloon when he knew he shouldn’t. When Ruby had seen the balloon spread out on the ground like that, she’d imagined Parker sprawled out just like it, limbs twisted at odd angles. The flashbacks from Clark’s death had hit her so suddenly, and so hard, she’d panicked. Thank goodness all her years of training had kicked in and she’d managed to land the plane safely. The man had only asked to see her pilot’s license, which had never expired. Maybe because it was an emergency, he hadn’t asked to see the card that really mattered—the one that showed she’d actually kept up to date with her flights and training. He had then been kind enough to give her a ride to Parker’s car, which she was suppose
The plane landed—it was perfect. Even Ruby’s instructor looked impressed.As they stepped out of the plane, he said, “Looks like you haven’t lost your touch. You can officially fly again, with passengers.” He shook her hand.Ruby felt like she was still flying, and she screamed with excitement, spinning in a circle. “Thank you,” she said, wrapping her instructor in a bear hug.“Um…you’re welcome,” he said, patting her awkwardly on the back.She stepped back and looked at her phone. Ruby and Parker had driven to northern New Mexico for another balloon festival, but she’d had her o
Melinda swept ceramic shards into her dustpan—at least the ones she could find. What used to be a plate lay scattered across the tile floor, but she knew from experience that she'd be finding small pieces for days to come. She'd seriously considered switching to using plastic plates in the diner, but then had been reprimanded by her mother about the environmental impact."France has banned plastic in their restaurants completely. We could learn a thing or two from them," her mother had said.Melinda had conceded and was now suffering for it. Even though her parents technically owned the diner, she'd been running it for the past nine years, and they hadn't even set foot there in the last four year
Daniel lingered, even after the last customer had left. "Do you need help closing up?"Melinda flipped the 'closed' sign. "No, I got this. Besides, you've already done so much. I feel like I should pay you or something."Daniel shook his head. "Don't you dare.""Well, your dinner is on the house, then. It was probably cold by the time you got around to eating it.""Some like it hot, some like it cold, some like it in a pot nine days old," he said with a shrug.Melinda laughed, and it lit up her eyes. He wondered how many people got to see that side of her. Most people equated her with a scowl, but she had the most beautiful, genuine smile, when she allowed it to shine through.
Melinda woke with a start. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and looked out the car window. A large building with pillars greeted her. It was surrounded by palm trees and a man in a valet uniform stood out front."Good morning," Daniel said. "Or afternoon, I guess."Melinda stretched her legs as far as she could, but Daniel's car was a bit cramped. "How long was I asleep?""The last hour." He glanced around. "Is there any self-parking available at this joint, or do we have to hand over the car?"Melinda opened the passenger door. "I'm not sure, but I can ask." As soon as she stepped out, she heard someone calling her name. Her gaze snapped up and sh
Daniel didn't think he’d heard Melinda correctly, but judging by everyone else's expressions, he had. Everyone's heads turned to him. They stared at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to confirm Melinda's announcement. Her hand still lay on top of Daniel's, and he tried not to react to it, as if holding hands was something he and Melinda did all the time.He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry it had to come out this way. It's been difficult to keep it a secret, but really, we don't need to dwell on it. This weekend is about Bree and Mark, and we are here to celebrate them."Bree squealed and jumped from the table. "This was perfect timing," she said, wrapping her arms around Melinda. "Seriously,