Chapter 26

• "An Airport?" my squeaky voice comes out as a disappointment.
• Quinn casts me a quick look and picks up a six pack of beer before getting  out of the car. I follow his action, pick my frozen yogurt, which he bought  begrudgingly and get out.
• I look around the deserted area with dirt and the fence that separates the airport and us. Can't  deny we have a great view of the runway.  But I can't  picture Quinn enjoying plane spotting.