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Later, viewing things in that closed loop of memory she couldn't quite escape, Carolyn wished Martin hadn't been flying the plane.
His hands never shook, that was the worst part. Even when confessing a standard of living to shame a fasting monk, face flushed and voice quavering…his eyes kept checking through the instruments and hands were calm, resting lightly on the control column, keeping the flight steady. Goddamn professional, despite lemon.
She almost reached to remove it, then thought what else Douglas might do if he was still offended. Being alpha dog sometimes made her feel a right bitch.