Chapter Twenty-Nine
Holly
Willow Brook’s airport, if you could call it that, was on the outskirts of town past the hospital. There were a few plane hangars there and a small runway with nothing more. I’d been here before with Alex, although I never thought much about the fact it was definitely Nate’s territory. He owned two of the hangars here.
The road shifted from pavement to gravel when I turned off on the side road that led down to the airport. Although the road was plowed, as I came around the corner, my car skidded slightly on the slick surface. My heartbeat, already racing, sped slightly. I eased off the gas and turned into the slide. Fortunately, I’d been driving on winter roads ever since I’d known how to drive. With little trouble, I was able to get my car back under control.
