What’s your greatest regret?” she asked.
He turned to look at her, then focused his eyes on the windshield in front of him. “You.”
She felt an ache in her chest. “That you admitted you loved me? Or that you took me with you?”
“Both.”
“Will it help if I say I’m in love with you?”
He shot another quick look in her direction, but a sudden gust of wind hit, and he had to focus on sideslipping the plane.
When it was steady again, he focused piercing gray eyes on her and asked, “Are you in love with me?”
“I think so.

Autore: Joan Johnston