Chapter 26"An Airport?" my squeaky voice comes out as a disappointment.
Quinn casts me a quick look and picks up a six pack of beer before getting out of the car. I follow his action, pick my frozen yogurt, which he bought begrudgingly and get out.
I look around the deserted area with dirt and the fence that separates the airport and us. Can t deny we have a great view of the runway. But I can t picture Quinn enjoying plane spotting.
He sits on the hood of the car and I do the same.
"What is so great about this?" I ask.
"I just love seeing a big powerful machine float in the air. " He sighs.
I give an inward groan, "Men and Machines."
"That should be on a T-shirt, M&M." He says.
I give him a toothy grin.
He opens a beer. He hands it to me and picks up another one. I watch him ta
