Adam And Eva
The plane dipped again, and Eva felt her stomach lurch upward into her rib cage, pressing uncomfortably in her mild panic. Her hands gripped the armrests with such force that color began to drain from her knuckles. Her well-shaped head with its short crop of gently layered curls was also pressed with equal force into the headrest. Anyone looking at Eva Duncan in that moment would have suspected that the woman was merely waiting out the boring process of the landing of the Boeing 727 jet. They would not have seen the distress that held her prisoner and which, in fact, held most people prisoners on their very first plane flight.
Eva completely missed the developing panorama out the window of the Caribbean Sea, spotted with islands of varying size and topographic details. She missed the aerial view of dozens of white-sailed vessels gliding along the aqua surface of the water below. But she also missed the plane touching down on the St. Thomas runway, looking for all the world as though it were headed for the mountains in front of it.
"We're on the ground," came the knowledgeable child's voice next to her. Eva opened her eyes and turned to look into the calm, wide ... read full excerpt from Adam and Eva ebook
