On either side Newenham airport fell rapidly away from them and Liam’s stomach gave its usual takeoff flip-flop. “She’s going to kill me,” he muttered through clenched teeth.
He hadn’t meant to be heard but the headset was a good one and Prince turned her head to stare. “Why would she be mad at you?”
The plane hit a pocket of dead air and dropped fifty feet. Liam grabbed for the edges of his seat, trying to hold himself up in the air. “Because she’s done nothing but find dead bodies since I came to town.”
“That’s not your fault.”
He forgot his terror long enough to send Prince a pitying glance. “You’ve never had a permanent relationship, have you, Prince? A serious one?”
Defensive now, she shook her head. “Still–”
“Still nothing,” Liam said. “It doesn’t matter if it’s my fault or not. It will be by the time I get there.”
He stared resolutely ahead, trying to ignore the thousand feet of space between himself and Mother Earth.
Excerpt from Nothing Gold Can Stay, the third Liam Campbell novel. I’m working on the fifth novel in the series now.
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