It was a cold winter’s day and the wind cut through Aidan as he waited on the tarmac. He had dressed in his warmest wool coat. Well, it wasn’t his warmest, but it was the best looking one that he had, and he wanted to look nice for her. He wondered what she would say. It had been far too long. The single propeller plane coasted to a stop and the engine’s roar stopped. A second later, the side door popped open and the pilot got out. He was a rugged looking man; his thick beard and thick clothing... read more
