If they caught a sandbar at night along this unknown shore while moving at landing speed, the plane would stop, nose over, and they would be in a one-plane accident at seventy miles an hour. She and Richie wore full harnesses, but the rest of the team only had lap belts. A hard crash would not end well for any of them.
And she’d been a self-centered b***h, whining because Richie wasn’t delivering on his s****l promises? Dumb! Maybe she and Carla were more alike than she’d considered—such an uncomfortable thought. If she was starting to like Carla, it still didn’t mean that she wanted to be like the Wild Woman.
Her attempt to whisper an apology didn’t make it past the choke point in her throat until they’d slid down to taxiing speed.
“This doesn’t make any sense.” Richie was also leaning
