Skydiving to Love by Linda W. Yezak

Author:Linda W. Yezak
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian, Romance, Texas, Skydiving, San Antonio, Christian Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Sweet Romance, Inspirational Romance, Linda W. Yezak
Publisher: Canopy Books of Texas
Published: 2018-02-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Standing outside a metal hangar the next morning, JoJo shielded her eyes against the sun and stared at a clunky-looking, single-wing prop plane with a green stripe down its side. Mitch must've been kidding. This two-seater seemed barely larger than one of those remote-controlled things kids played with.

He patted the fuselage. "What do you think?"

"Does that thing fly?"

"Of course it does."

She shook her head. "If I freaked out in the Twin Otter, what makes you think I won't freak out in this?"

"You're not jumping out of this."

He had a point.

He crooked his finger, beckoning her closer. "C'mon. Let me introduce you."

As small planes went, it was a pretty thing for all its girth. Not streamlined like the Twin Otter, but it was clean.

She walked around to the right side and pointed at the name painted on the door. "Mary Beth?"

"My mom. She died before I got out of the Air Force."

"Sorry," she said. "Nice tribute."

"Thanks." He held open a half-door and offered his hand. "Ready?"

"I guess so."

He showed her how to climb in. "You're in front."

"How will you be able to see?"

He chuckled. "Don't worry. I'll be fine."

She settled on the stitched leather seat with one leg on either side of a joy stick just like the one at the back seat. The control panel in front of her held a compass, an analog clock, and gauges for fuel, altimeter, and things unfamiliar to her. After Mitch helped her strap in, she tucked her feet close and slipped her hands under her thighs so she couldn't accidentally touch anything.

He climbed to the back seat, then unlatched the plexiglass side-window from its hook on the wing and let it drop, closing them in. The propeller flipped to life, cutting the air with distinguishable chops until it picked up speed and sounded as blurred as it looked.

He tapped her shoulder, handed her a set of headphones, and yelled, "Put these on."

She settled them over her ears, and the prop and engine noises disappeared.

"Better, isn't it?" His voice came through the headset as clearly as if they were sitting side by side in a quiet theater. "Pull the mike down and we can talk."

She lowered it toward her lips and spoke in a normal voice. "This is great."

"Yeah, beats shouting at each other." The plane started moving down the tarmac toward a turn-off, heading who knew where in this maze of concrete. "Bear with me while I talk to the tower."

All the jargon between Mitch and the air-traffic controller floated through her headset. She understood little of it until they finally reached a long runway, and the controller said, "Clear for takeoff."

She balled her fists and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the noise to penetrate her nervous system. The plane rumbled down the runway, gaining speed, but was up far sooner than she expected. She peeked out the windshield. There was still plenty of runway left, but they were already climbing into a clear blue sky. The tower disappeared over her shoulder as they banked and headed northeast.

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