The Coltons of Oklahoma

Megan reached out and placed her hand over his on the controls.

Eventually he unwound his grip, transferring it to her hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tried to outrun the storm. We could have been killed.”

“But we weren’t, thanks to your superb flying skills.”

“I feel like we should find a place to land and rent a car for the rest of the journey.”

“No way. I’ve never flown into the sunset in a single-engine airplane. And it appears as if we’re going to have an outstanding display.”

“As long as you’re okay.”

“I’ll admit, I was shaking in my boots about the time we hit that last really bad dip.”

“You and me both.” He squeezed her hand. “But from here to Vegas it should be smooth.”

“As long as you’re flying, I’m okay.” She smiled across at him and settled back, refusing to release his hand unless they hit another intense storm.

Megan figured if they could survive something as insanely intense and dangerous as braving that storm and nearly crashing into the mountain, things could only get easier. They’d land, check into a hotel, find a twenty-four-hour wedding chapel and tie the temporary knot.

What could be hard about that compared with the flight over?

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