He trotted up to Mark and Emily then stopped with a sidle and a stomp that was thoroughly horselike and delivered the child to Emily. Then he and Mark made quick work of pushing the plane back into the hangar.
Chelsea was still standing shocked into place when they’d finished and the men had returned carrying the luggage.
“A field pack, very practical,” the man who’d kissed her held it aloft as if it contained only air rather than most of Chelsea’s worldly belongings. Her camping gear was stashed at Aunt Betsy’s and a dozen boxes of books at Mom and Dad’s, but the rest of it was in that pack.
“It’s my hiking pack, but I use it for everything. Really practical since I hike a lot,” she was rambling; time to cut that out. She sniffed at the air and the cold made her nose hurt on the inside
