Gah! How could he sleep when the aircraft jumped up and down like it was playing hopscotch? She wanted to scream, but muffled it with her hands. No one else seemed terribly concerned, so she tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths and willing her nerves to settle down.
Just when she’d begun to relax, the plane took a sudden, wild plunge downward.
“Shit!” Teagan grabbed for the nearest thing to hold onto and found the upper arm of her seatmate. She wrapped her fingers around his bicep and held on for dear life.
He woke, scrubbed his face with both hands and glanced at her. “What’s going on?”
“I think we’re going down,” she managed through tight lips.
He raised an eyebrow. “Here?”
“We’re crashing, you idiot!”
The plane plunged and dipped again. Brooklyn screamed. Teagan might have, too. She was too scared to know for sure.
The plane seemed quieter all of a sudden.
Teagan risked a glance out her window and gasped. The propeller on her side no longer worked. The plane faltered. Tipped to its side.
“Dear God, we’re about to crash.” She moaned. “We’re all going to die.”
“Just hold onto me, honey. You’ll be all right.” Her seatmate’s calm tone soothed her a little.
When he held out his big hand, she grabbed on. How could he be so composed when she was terrified out of her mind?
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