Condor (excerpt)
Miranda Chase #3
“Favorite airplane?”
“Oh, c’mon, Jeremy, ask her a real question. We all know Miranda’s favorite plane,” Holly teased him.
“My F-86 Sabrejet,” Miranda answered calmly. For twenty years she’d flown the old jet and knew it as well as the back of her hand. She liked its familiarity. Just as she liked the familiarity of this house. She’d grown up here.
Though it was still slightly uncomfortable having visitors to her island.
No, not uncomfortable. Merely…unfamiliar. Yes, that was a better way to think of it.
“Ehhhh!” Holly made a rude sound like a plane’s stall-warning buzzer. “So not on, Miranda.” Holly’s Australian accent was even thicker than usual as she sipped her second beer of the evening.
Before Miranda could respond that she knew her own mind—
