Excerpt of Fly Away with Me by Susan Fox

When Eden Blaine tugged her wheeled carry-on bag off the
sloped ramp from the seaplane terminal onto the wooden
dock, she almost lost her balance. The surface beneath
her feet looked flat, but it moved gently,
disconcertingly.

Thank heavens I left my lawyer suit and heels in Ottawa.
Her jeans and loafers were much better suited to this
venue, even though Vancouver Harbour Flight Centre
nestled along the shore of a huge, cosmopolitan city.

For a moment, she forgot all about being rushed and
frazzled. The view compelled her to stop and stare. On
this sunny, early June afternoon, the harbor spread out
before her in a spectacular panorama. Boats bustling
along, green swaths of parkland, a cruise ship terminal,
the white sails of Canada Place, commercial docks, and a
whole other city on the far shore, sheltering under
dramatic mountains: There was too much to take in. She
breathed deeply, expecting to fill her lungs with the
fresh tang of ocean air, but a nose-wrinkling underlay of
fuel odor reminded her why she was here, standing on this
narrow, unstable dock in the middle of all this amazing
scenery. The scent, the motion, and the anticipation of
the upcoming flight combined to make her jittery with
nerves.

Eden hadn’t done much flying but had occasionally taken a
smallish jet from Ottawa to Toronto or Montreal. Compared
to what she’d thought of as smallish, the seaplanes tied
up to the dock were minuscule. Add to that the fact that
she’d never taken off from or landed on water…

Her hand rose to her mouth and her teeth closed on a
fingernail. Before she could gnaw on it, she forced her
hand down and curled her fingers around the handle of the
briefcase that hung over one shoulder along with her
purse. Nana had broken her of the nail-biting habit when
she was in fourth grade, saying that not only was it
unattractive and unhygienic but it was a sure giveaway of
anxiety, insecurity, and lack of control. None of which
were qualities Eden wanted to reveal to the outside
world.

This was going to be an adventure, and adventure was
definitely not her middle name. Still, she’d face any
peril if she could restore her mom’s once-bright spirit.
The seaplane flight would get her to Destiny Island a day
earlier than the ferry would have, and with only a week
off work to find her mother’s long-lost sister, every
hour was important. Her mom, fragile after a double
mastectomy, followed by chemotherapy and radiation, was
counting on her. Eden’s parents were wonderful and she
never, ever let them down.

Eden refused to let herself think for one moment that her
quest might end in learning that her aunt, Lucy, was
dead.

Squaring her shoulders, she tugged her wheelie along the
dock toward the plane with the Blue Moon Air logo. She
had to admit it looked perky with its blue-and-white
paint shining in the sunlight, the wings mounted from the
top of the cabin, and the pontoons holding it atop the
deep, bluish-green ocean. The logo was appealing too: a
blue moon with a white plane flying across it.

Half a dozen people clustered beside the plane: three
sixtyish men in outdoorsy clothes, two women a decade or
two younger in jeans and hoodies, and a lean but broad-
shouldered guy in jeans and a blue T-shirt. His back was
to her as he hoisted luggage onto the plane. One of the
women spotted Eden, raised a hand in a tentative wave,
and said something to the others.

The broad-shouldered guy turned, straightening, and she
felt a physical sensation akin to the one she’d
experienced when she first saw the horrendous taxi lineup
at Vancouver International Airport. After her flight from
Ottawa had been late arriving.

Well, not exactly akin. At the airport, the legs-
stopping-moving-of-their-own-accord, air-leaving-her-
lungs-in-a-whoosh sensation had been nasty, whereas this
one was quite pleasant.

As she forced her legs onward, she took a visual
inventory. Lean and nicely muscled; narrow hips and long
legs to complement those broad shoulders. Hair so dark a
brown it was almost black, longish and shaggy rather than
styled. Medium brown skin. Aviator sunglasses hiding his
eyes, making it difficult to assess his age, though she
guessed it was close to her own twenty-nine. Ruggedly
handsome features lit by a smile as he strode to meet
her.

That smile warmed her in a way that made her feel
special. And that was silly, because of course he merely
was relieved that she’d finally shown up and the flight
could depart.

“I’m Aaron Gabriel, Blue Moon Air pilot. And you’d be
Eden Blaine.” He reached for the long handle of her
wheelie.

As he shoved the handle down and hefted the bag, she
confirmed, “Yes, I would be. I’m so sorry for the delay.”
She hated being late, hated inconveniencing people. When
she’d phoned Blue Moon Air from the airport taxi lineup,
she’d said she wouldn’t make the flight on time and asked
if she could reschedule for the next morning. To her
astonishment and delight, the man who’d answered had said
they’d hold the flight for her.

“Ah, well, airlines,” the pilot now said in a joking
tone. “Never can rely on them being on time.”

What could she possibly say to that? She firmly believed
in adhering to schedules, yet the airline’s flexibility
had worked to her benefit today. Rather than respond, she
kept quiet as she followed him to the plane.

As he loaded her carry-on into the cargo hold, she
apologized to the other passengers, who all murmured
variations of “No problem.”

Aaron took her briefcase from her and stowed it, too, but
let her keep her purse. “Climb aboard,” he told her.

“But what about everyone else?” No one else had boarded.

“We have a boarding order. Your seat’s first. Hop in.” He
offered her his hand.

Eyeing the dock, which heaved rhythmically up and down,
the plane, which also bobbed up and down but to a
different beat, and the insubstantial three-step metal
ladder that connected the two, she gratefully put her
hand into his.

Warm, firm, secure. Touching him reminded her of just how
wonderful male-female contact could be. She’d missed that
since she and Ray had ended their four-year relationship.
In fact, she didn’t remember Ray’s hands ever feeling
this good. He had city hands, well-groomed but not
supermasculine. Hands that were efficient in operating a
computer, handling legal files, and bringing her to
orgasm. Competent, yet not exactly virile.

And what was she doing, thinking about sex? Embarrassed,
she clambered up the ladder and then let go of Aaron’s
hand. “Where do I sit?”

“Up front, right-hand seat.”

“But that’s the copilot’s seat.”

“Don’t need a copilot on a plane this size. That’s a
passenger seat.”

No copilot? Aaron Gabriel looked entirely healthy, but
anyone could have a stroke, a heart attack, or an
aneurysm.

He shoved his sunglasses atop his head and winked. “Don’t
worry. I’m one hundred percent fit.” His gaze rested on
her for a long moment, and there was a spark in his long-
lashed, bluish-gray eyes that hinted at flirtation.

That spark sent a corresponding tingle rippling through
her blood, almost strong enough to combat her jittery
nerves. She’d never been a highly sensual woman, so it
was unsettling to feel this purely female awareness of a
sexy man. She cleared her throat. “I’m glad to hear
that.” Her voice came out in lawyer mode, too formal for
the situation. Giving herself an internal headshake, she
scrambled into the right front seat and fumbled for the
seat belt as the other passengers piled in behind her.

Eden liked order and predictability, situations she could
control, and this one was anything but that. Taking deep
breaths, she thought ruefully that up until a year ago,
her life had been happy and uncomplicated. She’d had her
family, her terrific job, and Ray, her life mate. Then
Nana died, Mom was diagnosed, and, two months ago, Eden
and Ray broke up. Now her mom was finally finished with
chemo and radiation but still feeling sick and depressed—
at least until a week ago, when she’d found an out-of-
the-blue clue to her sister Lucy’s disappearance, and
nothing would do but for Eden to follow it. Immediately.
And so here she was, about to put her life in the hands
of the handsome pilot and his perky miniature plane.

Aaron stowed the ladder and shut the boarding hatch from
the outside, then stepped onto a float and entered
through the door by the pilot’s seat. He gave the
passengers a safety briefing that included seat belts,
turning off electronic devices, emergency procedures,
life preservers, exits, and so on. He advised them to
read the safety card in the seat pocket, asked if there
were any questions, and then said, “Let’s fly, folks.”

Buckled in, with a headset on, he started the plane’s
engine and talked to air traffic control.

Eden concentrated on memorizing the safety card, trying
not to imagine crash landings or pilot heart attacks.

Aaron signalled a man on the dock, who untied the ropes.
As they motored out into the harbor, the plane bounced
over gentle waves. The motion was rather like driving
over a heavily rutted road in her little Smart car.
Except that the fragile plane was soon going to fling
itself into the great blue yonder. She clasped her hands
and squeezed them together, another defense against nail-
biting.

“We’ll be making three stops this afternoon,” Aaron told
the passengers, speaking loudly to make himself heard
over the engine noise. “First, we’ll fly up the Sunshine
Coast to Texada Island for our Sylvan Retreat couple.
Then west to Campbell River to drop off the three
fishers. Then south again to Blue Moon Harbor on Destiny
Island.”

Eden’s dad had booked the flight and she had assumed it
was a direct one from Vancouver to Blue Moon Harbor. Her
logical brain suggested that flying north, west, and then
south wasn’t the most efficient way to reach Destiny
Island, but it didn’t really matter. Her goals for today
were to get settled at the Once in a Blue Moon B and B,
confirm the rental car she’d reserved for tomorrow
morning, and make inquiries of the owners of the B and B.

Normally, Eden planned everything in exquisite detail,
but the past week had been crazy. She’d had to organize
files and appointments at work so she could leave her
assistant in charge and make copious notes for her
younger sister Kelsey, who was home from university for
the summer and would help Dad care for Mom. There’d been
only a moment here and there to prepare for the trip. Her
dad had helped, making travel arrangements and using his
Internet skills to search for information on the island,
but most of what he’d found was tourism-focused. He’d
located only two mentions of the old commune, nothing
that would help Eden track down a hippie girl named Lucy
Nelson who’d come to Destiny Island in 1969. Eden hoped
her hosts at the B and B could identify some of the
island’s longtime residents, whom she could interview.

The plane increased speed and its nose came up, the
floats skimmed the tops of the waves, and then the small
craft lifted into the air. Rather than the white-noise
drone Eden was used to when flying, she heard a whiny
engine roar and a rattling sound. The dashboard—or
whatever they called it in a plane—sported a collection
of confusing dials and gauges. The huge window in front
of her made it impossible to ignore the scarily vast
expanse of sky outside. To her right was another window,
in a flimsy door. If that door snapped open, the only
thing holding her in the plane would be the seat belt.
The aircraft seemed so insubstantial and she felt
vulnerable, which she hated. She gulped, took more deep
breaths, clenched her hands more firmly, and glanced over
at Aaron’s comforting solidness and his strong brown
hands on the steering yoke.