Date Published: May 2012
Sometimes the choices we make in life have devastating consequences.
French Cajun Nora Broussard Greenwood was born with the wanderlust. On a whim, she takes flying lessons. For the first time in her life, she feels emancipated and free. When she falls in love with her flying instructor, she asks for a divorce. This doesn’t jive with her ruthless and controlling, Catholic husband who kicks her to the curb without her children. Desperate to get them back, she steals his plane.
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The convertible, blue Cadillac pulled into the parking lot outside the terminal. “You know, the Greenwoods have their plane out here,” said Nora sipping on her Coca-cola.
“Well that outta make it real convenient for you to have something to fly when know how, honey.” Charlene was trying to be supportive. “Does Frank fly?”
“No. Not that I know of. I don’t think he was ever interested in taking lessons. They mostly use it for company trips and usually hire a pilot.”
“Oh, well that makes sense. They can sure afford it.”
Now that they were here, Nora was getting butter flies in her stomach. Maybe she wasn’t cut out to be Amelia Earhart after all. But then, as they were get ting out of the car, she saw him.
Tall, arresting. Nora couldn’t believe it. She was sure it was the pilot she had seen in New York. She never forgot a face. And no one could ever forget those deep, azure blue eyes. Nora stopped short in her tracks.
Suddenly, Charlene looked up. “Who in the hell is that? Kiss my grits that is a fine specimen.”
“Sssshh,” Nora grabbed her arm. “He might hear you.”
“Well, I’m sure he’s heard many a cat call before. Lord have mercy, he is bee-uw-tee-ful. Stop my beatin’ heart.”
“Charlene,” Nora gasped as he approached.
“How’d do ladies. Coming out for a flight?” His baritone, smokey voice nearly made them both faint.
Charlene stuck out the flier. “No. We, uh . . . well she is here to check on some flying lessons.” She shoved Nora forward. It was only then that Nora took off her sunglasses and looked the pilot in the face.
“What the heck?” the pilot looked bemused. “I can’t believe it. The girl with the chocolate, brown eyes.”
Charlene looked confused. “Did I miss some thing? Do you two know each other?”
For once, Nora was lost for words. Lost in his look. His smile. His ever-so-sexy voice. Normally, she wasn’t the blushing type, but she sure was today.
“Not really,” the pilot explained. “You could say that we shared a cup of coffee. Almost. A very long time ago.”
“Yes. A very long time ago. In New York.” How well Nora remembered.
Charlene couldn’t wait to hear that story. New York. How many times had Nora been to New York? Her honeymoon? On Nora’s honeymoon she meets this dream boat? Why in the heck was she still mar ried to Frank? This was just too good.
“Why don’t you ladies allow me to introduce my self? I’m Steve Novak. It’s my flying service that’s offering the lessons. I’m also one of the instructors.”
Nora thought she felt her heart skip a beat. She knew it was racing. She felt her face grow hot. Oh my God. The pilot from New York. The Adonis now standing before her was going to be her instructor?
Charlene dug her fingernails into Nora’s arm. Steadying her friend, she propelled her towards the lobby. “Well sugar, let’s just hear all about it.”
Jeanette Vaughan is an award winning writer and story teller. Not only is she published in the periodicals and professional journals of nursing, but also in the genre of fiction. Out on her sheep farm, she has written several novels and scripts. Her screenplay "Angel of Mercy" won the outstanding nursing research award from Texas Tech University Health Science Center. In addition, she was named Distinguished Alumni for the school of nursing in 2001 for her written work and volunteerism for the Sydney Olympic Games. Jeanette has practiced nursing in the fields of critical care and trauma. A native of Fort Worth, she is the mother of four children, including two Navy pilots. Jeanette lives in a Victorian farmhouse out in the pastures of northeast Texas with her sheep, chickens, donkeys and sheep dogs.
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