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Lynsie Fox has what she
considers to be a perfect life. Married to Lincoln, a military pilot, she's
living the Army life she's always loved. Being a sucker for great love stories,
Lynsie makes it her mission to find Lincoln's best friend and co-pilot, Dax
Adams, a good woman.
Losing the one woman
he's ever loved, Dax attempts to be a good sport by playing along in Lynsie's
match-making scheme. However, Dax is certain he will never get the woman of his
dreams.
But life doesn't always
fly smoothly. When turbulence strikes, Lynsie watches her world crash and burn
around her, leaving her empty with broken wings. Despite her grief, can she
mend the pieces back together and learn to fly again?
I’m instantly nervous as soon as I see his name flashing on the screen of
my phone. I wipe my clammy hand against my apron as I hesitate to push answer.
My father never calls me when he’s at work, and knowing that Lincoln is
training today, I fear the worst.
“What’s wrong, dad?” I answer
with panic evident in my voice.
My dad’s soothing voice
instantly persuades my worry to ease. “Lynsie, I know you’re at work, but I’m
glad you answered.”
“I know you are too, and that
you wouldn’t call me unless something was wrong. Is it Lincoln? Is everything
okay?” I sit hunched over in my chair bracing myself for what’s to
come.
“Yes, Lincoln is fine.”
He sighs. “It’s Travis Robinson.” I let that name bounce around as I try to
figure out if it’s a name I should be familiar with. Nothing is coming to me as
I wait for my dad to continue. “Lincoln and Travis joined the Army the same
year. They had flown Apache’s together back in Savannah early on in their
careers. They even went to Fixed Wing Training and did some other overseas
training together. I’m pretty sure you’ve never actually met him, because this
all took place before you met Lincoln.”
“Okay. So, what’s going
on?”
“He died today.” I gasp
causing everyone within ear distance to look my way. “He was doing Recon
training in Texas this past month and something went horribly wrong today
during a normal routine. Anyways, I’m calling you because I know Lincoln and
him were actually very close…as close as you can get with one of your fellow
pilots with all the moving around that takes place. I just want you to be
prepared for when he gets home this afternoon. I haven’t told him yet, but as
soon as he lands his plane and gets in, I’m going to. He’s going to need you,
Lyns.”
The silence a reminder of when I was younger and my father lost one of his dear
friends. He knew the chances of it happening to a fellow pilot or himself were
highly likely in this job field. But he’d always say, “Shit happens
and you can’t live your life in fear of it”.
I guess that’s the truth, but sometimes I wonder why people purposely put
themselves in positions that the probability of something horrible taking place
outweigh the likelihood that it won’t.
“Is it still hard for you?” I
ask questioning if after ten years, the death of a friend gets any easier to
deal with.
“It doesn’t hurt as bad,
if that’s what you mean. But every time I’m up in the sky, I think about him,
and everyone I’ve known that has died doing what we
love.”
It’s times like these that
make me frightful of my husband’s job. Typically the only time fear rises up in
us Army spouses is when the threat of war or being sent overseas arises. But in
all reality, that’s not the case. Death can easily be creeping its way up our
doorstep. It very well could be hanging out in our backyard just wanting for
the most unexpected time to strike. I shake my head of that looming fear that
plays with my mind every so often, and pull my act together knowing my husband
is going to need his supportive wife at his side—not a weak, scared one, who
wants to second guess his passion in life.
Being born an "Army
Brat", Erika Ashby has been residing in Oklahoma the last 10 years finally
putting an end to the nomad tendencies she had grown accustomed to. She's a
happily married woman who has 5 kids between her and her husband. She has an insane
passion for music and embraces her Inner Groupie any chance she has. It wasn't
until the age of 29 that she realized she also had a hidden passion for
reading; before then she claimed to have hated it. Six months after unlocking
that deep desire she never knew she held, she turned the key to another chapter
of her life which has become the desire to write. And the rest is still history
in the making.
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