Macy knew there were times when stunned amazement or panic weren’t called for. Like when she’d been trying to land her LongRanger right here with a dead stick.
And those were the moments where hesitation didn’t work, only immediate action sufficed.
She dove on Tim, driving him back to prone, and kissed him. Hard. Rubbed her nose against his.
He winced and twitched and swore—no doubt that’s what he was doing despite the kiss. He finally managed to mumble, “Carbul of by dose.”
She kissed the tip of it for good measure.
“I take it that’s a yes.”
Macy sat on his chest and looked down at him. She wasn’t going to let him go anywhere. It was a HUGE yes. But…
“What about Akbar and MHA? You’ve talked about him so much I feel as if I know him better than you.”
“No one knows me better than yo
