Beneath the Diamond Sky [antikvár]

PROLOGUE"No turning back."The wingtip bounced as Kate's instructor slammed the cockpit door. But his hand was steady, pressed against the window. Pink palm, white fingertips, spread across the glass. The hand left a print which faded slowly."Have fun."He retreated to the clubhouse, framed in the side window. The space he'd left in the cockpit yawned wider with each step.She checked her watch. This wasn't scheduled. The lesson had finished. One minute they were taxiing along the gravel strip to park up, a heaviness already setting into her arms and legs; the next he had told her to stop short."You're too dangerous to fly with, so I'm getting out. Practice on your own." He smiled and squeezed her shoulder. "I haven't touched the controls all morning. You're ready."For a second, two, three, Kate hesitated. But he'd spelled it out: