His arm still locked around Sara as firmly as hers locked around him, Lucas backed toward the line of trees to clear the landing patch for the descending Pave Low.

Sara rested her head on his shoulder. "Hey, Chuck?"

"Chuck?"

"Chuck Yeager." She grinned up at him, memories of their first date filling her eyes. "Do you think you could fly me around in one of those someday?"

He looked forward to dreaming up endless ways to romance this hot-as-hell wife of his—for the rest of their lives.

"Sarafina, I believe I really could fly anything, anywhere if you're by my side."