Resting her head against her hand, she drank in the technical information on aerodynamic theory. A headache was lapping at her temples and she sat back, raising her shoulders, trying to get rid of the accumulated tension. Where had the first four months gone? Dan had been right: the pressures at the school were accelerating to the point where everyone was experiencing mental burnout.Putting down the pencil for a moment, she rubbed her aching eyes. Memories of their day at the beach soothed her present worries and concerns. It had been the last time they had been together in a nonprofessional situation. With Dan and her pulling extra flight duty to get her qualified in the two other aircraft, the remaining time was filled with study and fretful sleep. Well, she thought, I have been trying to put my past behind me. Karen had noticed it, just last night remarking, You’re—softer. Her blue eyes danced with mischief. Can’t be because of Dan McCord, could it? she’d hinted broadly, grinning.Could be.Well, whatever it is, I like it.
