She felt better as soon as the plane cleared the runway. No wonder Ben loved flying so much. It was such a perfect way to escape, to rise above your worries and float on a layer of clouds for a while. Ben or Tobias probably would have flown her to Mexico if she’d asked. Their little planes could make it to Cabo with only one refueling stop.
But that would have required an explanation, and conversation, and she just couldn’t handle that. A commercial flight was just fine by her. She’d tossed a bikini, suntan lotion, a couple sundresses and some cutoffs in her backpack and she was good to go.
She gazed out the window, mentally counting the miles between her and Jupiter Point. Two hundred, three hundred. How were Kevin and Holly doing today? Had they gotten through their rough patch, whatev
