he said.
“You can. Just wish it so and I’ll be there with you in your dreams.”
* * *
After checking his flight schedule for the week, he was able to drop his next trip, giving him seven days off. He couldn’t tell Keri about John Dross or about going to Atlanta. John was one of his links to prove that the other life was not just a dream.
He shut down his computer and headed for the bedroom. Keri was already in bed reading. “You know I’ve got a trip on Tuesday?” he said as he walked through the bedroom toward the bathroom.
“Where are you headed this time?”
“San Salvador. I’ll be back on Thursday afternoon,” he lied, followed by a nauseous feeling of betrayal.
“Will you be off on the 20th for Easter?”
“Yeah. My next trip is not until Tuesday the 23rd.” He stepped into the hot shower. The warm water poured over his tight mind offering a few moments of relief. Hopefully, by the weekend he would know more. He planned to call John Dross in the morning to arrange a meeting.
He stepped out of the shower, toweled off, and slipped on a pair of boxers. He then flossed, brushed, and gargled, flipping the bathroom light off on the way to bed.
After easing into bed, Keri’s foot rubbed up against his leg. He reached over and stroked her arm then pulled her close. The fragrance of her lotion was refreshingly intoxicating. She pulled at his boxers insisting he remove them. He did.
Electric currents surged through his body, arousing him. They kissed. He had never grown tired of her physically, finding complete satisfaction in her loving touch. She was always eager to satisfy his every need. Her soft hand held him and stroked him gently.
“Tonight I want to make certain you have pleasant thoughts before you enter that dream world of yours,” she said.
She kissed him with passion and then rolled on top of him. He helped her pull off her top—her only piece of clothing. His hands explored the warm soft curves of her body. As he touched her, his body grew tight. His mind went numb as his craving for her grew. His heart raced anxiously. “I wish I could take you with me on my trip tomorrow,” he said, thinking of his trip back to Georgia.
“You can. Just wish it so and I’ll be there with you in your dreams.”
CHAPTER 15
Southern California
Monday morning — April 2003
Ryan woke early and drove to Starbucks. It was six o’clock West Coast time, nine on the East Coast. He called Mercy Flight headquarters in Atlanta and asked to speak to Captain John Dross. They transferred him to the flight department.
“Hello, this is Captain Dross.” His familiar voice was deep with a noticeable and distinct Southern accent. It was the same voice he remembered when Captain John Dross was his student in the simulator—one year in the future.
“Captain Dross, this is Captain Ryan Mitchell. I’m currently based in Los Angeles flying for Freedom International Airlines.”
“What can I do for you, Captain Mitchell?”
“My hometown is in the Atlanta area and I’m planning to be back in town on some personal business this week. I wanted to see if there was a chance I might be able to buy you lunch one day.”
“What did you say your name was?”
“Ryan Mitchell.”
An uncomfortable silence from Captain Dross made Ryan question his last comment.
“I understand if you are too busy,” Ryan said.
“You said you grew up in the Atlanta area, right?”
“Yes, sir. I’m originally from Buckhead.” Ryan sensed Captain Dross was understandably a bit leery of some stranger wanting to meet with him, especially with the increased attention on security since 9/11. He tried coming from a different angle. “My wife is also from Buckhead. Her father hangared his company’s Gulfstream IV out at Peachtree DeKalb Airport back in the late ‘80s.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, what was your father-in-law’s name?”
“Hart…Ronald Hart. He passed away in 1987.”
“Ryan, what day would be
“You can. Just wish it so and I’ll be there with you in your dreams.”
* * *
After checking his flight schedule for the week, he was able to drop his next trip, giving him seven days off. He couldn’t tell Keri about John Dross or about going to Atlanta. John was one of his links to prove that the other life was not just a dream.
He shut down his computer and headed for the bedroom. Keri was already in bed reading. “You know I’ve got a trip on Tuesday?” he said as he walked through the bedroom toward the bathroom.
“Where are you headed this time?”
“San Salvador. I’ll be back on Thursday afternoon,” he lied, followed by a nauseous feeling of betrayal.
“Will you be off on the 20th for Easter?”
“Yeah. My next trip is not until Tuesday the 23rd.” He stepped into the hot shower. The warm water poured over his tight mind offering a few moments of relief. Hopefully, by the weekend he would know more. He planned to call John Dross in the morning to arrange a meeting.
He stepped out of the shower, toweled off, and slipped on a pair of boxers. He then flossed, brushed, and gargled, flipping the bathroom light off on the way to bed.
After easing into bed, Keri’s foot rubbed up against his leg. He reached over and stroked her arm then pulled her close. The fragrance of her lotion was refreshingly intoxicating. She pulled at his boxers insisting he remove them. He did.
Electric currents surged through his body, arousing him. They kissed. He had never grown tired of her physically, finding complete satisfaction in her loving touch. She was always eager to satisfy his every need. Her soft hand held him and stroked him gently.
“Tonight I want to make certain you have pleasant thoughts before you enter that dream world of yours,” she said.
She kissed him with passion and then rolled on top of him. He helped her pull off her top—her only piece of clothing. His hands explored the warm soft curves of her body. As he touched her, his body grew tight. His mind went numb as his craving for her grew. His heart raced anxiously. “I wish I could take you with me on my trip tomorrow,” he said, thinking of his trip back to Georgia.
“You can. Just wish it so and I’ll be there with you in your dreams.”
CHAPTER 15
Southern California
Monday morning — April 2003
Ryan woke early and drove to Starbucks. It was six o’clock West Coast time, nine on the East Coast. He called Mercy Flight headquarters in Atlanta and asked to speak to Captain John Dross. They transferred him to the flight department.
“Hello, this is Captain Dross.” His familiar voice was deep with a noticeable and distinct Southern accent. It was the same voice he remembered when Captain John Dross was his student in the simulator—one year in the future.
“Captain Dross, this is Captain Ryan Mitchell. I’m currently based in Los Angeles flying for Freedom International Airlines.”
“What can I do for you, Captain Mitchell?”
“My hometown is in the Atlanta area and I’m planning to be back in town on some personal business this week. I wanted to see if there was a chance I might be able to buy you lunch one day.”
“What did you say your name was?”
“Ryan Mitchell.”
An uncomfortable silence from Captain Dross made Ryan question his last comment.
“I understand if you are too busy,” Ryan said.
“You said you grew up in the Atlanta area, right?”
“Yes, sir. I’m originally from Buckhead.” Ryan sensed Captain Dross was understandably a bit leery of some stranger wanting to meet with him, especially with the increased attention on security since 9/11. He tried coming from a different angle. “My wife is also from Buckhead. Her father hangared his company’s Gulfstream IV out at Peachtree DeKalb Airport back in the late ‘80s.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, what was your father-in-law’s name?”
“Hart…Ronald Hart. He passed away in 1987.”
“Ryan, what day would be
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