"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

Talk about splitting hairs.

тАЬJust a little farther, babyтАФjust a little more, come on, baby girl, you can do itтАж.тАЭ

As an endless stream of murmured encouragement left his lips, the impotent words were drowned out by the only thing that matteredтАФbut come on, like the Cessna spoke EnglishтАж?

Man, it seemed like it took forever, the hoping and praying, his brain bouncing back and forth between best- and worse-case scenarios as miles were crossed at a dead-goddamn-slow pace.

тАЬTell me you called your females,тАЭ Qhuinn shouted.

тАЬTell me you can keep us up off the ground.тАЭ

тАЬNot without lying.тАЭ

тАЬBank us harder east.тАЭ

тАЬWhat?тАЭ

тАЬEast! Go east!тАЭ

Z zoomed in on the map and started running his fingertip in one direction, east to west.

тАЬYou want to land this wayтАФbehind the mansion!тАЭ

Qhuinn supposed he should take it as a positive sign that the guy was making landing plans that didnтАЩt involve fireballs. And the suggestion was a good one. If they could orient themselves along the long side of that big-ass house, on the far side of the swimming pool, they might wipe out a line of fruit treesтАжbut there would be roughly the same amount of field theyтАЩd used to take off from.

Better than slamming into the huge retaining wall that ran around the propertyтАФ

The engine didnтАЩt pop this time. It just went dead, like it was tired of playing hard to get, and was going to take a permanent TO.

At least they were within landing range.

One shot. That was all they had.

A single attempt to land them on the ground that, assuming he could coast them into the vicinity of the property, penetrate the mhis, and manage not to hit the house, the Pit, the cars, the gates, or anything of real or other sorta propertyтАжwould result in him delivering the proud father and loving hellren and superb fighterтАжback into the arms of his family.

But Z wasnтАЩt all he was thinking about.

The Primale would oversee LaylaтАЩs health and safety. Blay had his loving parents and Sax. John had his Xhex.

They were all going to be okay.

Qhuinn wrenched around. тАЬGet in a seat! Back there! Get into a seat and strap yourself inтАФтАЭ

The Brother opened his mouth, and Qhuinn did the unthinkable. He slapped his open hand over the maleтАЩs lips. тАЬSit the fuck down and strap in! WeтАЩve come this farтАФletтАЩs not be the reason this fucks up!тАЭ

He snatched the phone back. тАЬGo! I got us!тАЭ

ZтАЩs black eyes locked on his, and for a split second, Qhuinn wondered if he wasnтАЩt going to get thrown out of the cockpit. But then the miraculous happened: An instant connection sprang up between them, a chain with links as thick as thighs locking in from one to the other.