“Don’t worry about that,” he says, gesturing to the now-latched door. “Miss Lily’s very reliable. Even if she’s not as pretty as her cousins, right, Lil?” He pats the top of the plane’s wings.
“Right. Okay,” I squeak. “How long is the flight?” Gulp.
“Little over an hour, depending on the winds. We’ll get there just in time for a late dinner. You hungry?”
The roiling in my stomach has less to do with hunger than abject terror. “We’ll see.”
“You’re nervous.” He rests a hand on Miss Lily, bouncing lightly against the dock. Twilight is imminent—clouds along the mountainous horizon glow orange and pink. Oh my God, we’re going to be flying—and landing—in the dark. “This old girl will treat you right. But you should know—these smaller planes aren’t like the big jets. If there’s turbulence, yo
