Killian looked out the cabin window as the D. Walker Minerals jet he flew in landed on the tarmac. Here he was, back at the little airport Dusty had built outside Red Creek. Through the window he could see two similar planes already parked. Jackson and Dylan. Of course. Rogue was already here, having worked the fourth week of their schedule. Today was the thirty-first of August, and they were right on target for their final meeting.
"Nervous, honey?" Lexie stirred in the seat beside him.
"No." He took her hand and linked his fingers with hers. "For the very first time since this whole mess exploded, I actually feel calm. I know where I'm going and what I'm going to do." He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. "I have you to thank for most of it."
She laughed softly, the musical sound that made his heart and cock both jump.
"I wish I could take all the credit, but I'd say a good share of it belongs to your mother."
"She's really something, isn't she?"