She’d had no idea it was possible to hurt this much. Over the next month, Olivia slogged through her days without feeling, tasting, or seeing much of anything. School started up again, but for all she cared she might have been back in business school rather than pursuing her dream. Without Cole to share it with, what did it matter?

Most alarming of all, she hadn’t drawn or painted a thing since their awful confrontation. Her talent seemed to have dried up and died right along with their love.

Had she ever noticed before that every song was about heartbreak or lost love? She found herself staring into the mirror with tears rolling down her cheeks at odd hours of the day and night. Apparently, she had lost weight because her dad and Jenny were after her to eat. But nothing appealed to her, so most of the time she didn’t bother.

When she got her period, she experienced a new wave of grief for all the things that would never be. She dreamt of the dark-haired, blue-eyed babies they would’ve had together and woke up heartbroken every time.

Just over a month after their breakup, she received a box in the mail from Cole. Tearing into it, she found the painting she had been working on when Natasha arrived and ruined everything. Also in the box were her paints, brushes, and the headphones he had given her. That was it. No note, no word, nothing to tell her he missed her or was thinking of her.

She tore the painting into tiny shreds and dumped it into the garbage. Not able to bring herself to trash the headphones, she put them in the same drawer where she had stashed the diamond earrings and tried to forget they were there.

A week later, she received word through her father that her mother was anxious to see her. Olivia hadn’t seen her mother since the terrible blow-up the previous fall. Mary had been home for a while, and from what everyone had told Olivia, the change in her was quite remarkable. Regardless, Olivia had to work up the courage to go to her parents’ new home.

She almost didn’t recognize Mary when she walked into the orderly, uncluttered house. “Mom?”

Mary stood to reveal a figure that was at least forty pounds lighter than it had been the last time Olivia saw her. There was also a sparkle in her eyes that Olivia had never seen before. She knew she was staring, but she couldn’t seem to help it.

Mary held out her arms to her. “Livvie.”

Olivia stepped into her mother’s embrace and fought the urge to sob. She had cried enough lately to last a lifetime.

“It’s so good to see you,” Mary said as she released her.

“Where’s Dad?”

“Still at work. He’s made three sales this week alone. They’re thrilled with him. He’s right where he belongs, selling Cadillacs.”

“That’s great.” They sat together on the sofa. “You look wonderful. I can’t believe it.”

“I feel pretty good. I go out for a walk every day. Little by little, I’m getting there.”

“I’m happy for you.”

“But you’re terribly unhappy, aren’t you? I can see it in your eyes.”

Olivia felt her chin quiver but refused to give into the despair again. It had to stop. “I’ll survive.”

“I’m so sorry things didn’t work out for you and your pilot.” When Olivia looked up at her with surprise, Mary said, “Daddy told me. Don’t be mad at him.”

Olivia shrugged. “It was my fault. I drove Cole away by not trusting him.”

“He must’ve given you reason.”

“Not intentionally. I was kind of looking for it the whole time we were together, so when something actually happened, I thought the worst. I hurt him.”

“We all make mistakes, honey. If he loves you, he’ll see that eventually.”

She shook her head. “It’s over.”

“Dad’s worried about you. He says you haven’t been eating. I can see you’ve lost weight that you didn’t have to lose.”

“I can’t seem to work up much interest in eating or anything else, for that matter.”

“My poor baby.” She reached for Olivia, who rested against her mother’s chest like she had been doing it all her life. “May I give you some advice I probably have no right to offer?”

Desperate for some relief from the pain, Olivia nodded. “Please.”

“Don’t make the same mistake I did by letting grief destroy you. You’ve had a terrible disappointment, an awful loss, but you’ve got your whole life ahead of you and so much to look forward to.”

As a sob erupted from her throat, Olivia gave up trying to fight the tears. “Not without him. I can’t live without him.”

“Unless you can figure out a way to fix things with him, you’re going to have to.”

“He doesn’t want to fix it. I ruined it.”

“Then you have to learn from it and go on.”

“I don’t know how. It hurts so much that I wonder how it’s possible to keep breathing.”

“Livvie, I’m so sorry. I’d give anything to be able to make that pain go away for you. But since I can’t, you have to try. Focus on the things that give you joy—your art and baby Billy and school. If I had done that, if I had focused on you and your brothers rather than on the babies I’d lost, our lives would’ve been so much different. You have no idea how much I wish I had it to do over again.”

Olivia wallowed in the comfort of her mother’s embrace for a long time.

“Do you think you can try, honey? I can’t bear to see you so sad.”

“I suppose there’s no other choice, is there?”

Mary chuckled. “Nope.”

Olivia kissed her mother’s cheek. “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry if it’s too little too late.”

“It’s not too late. In fact, it’s just in time.”

Overcome, Mary clutched her hand. “I have no right to ask you to forgive me, but I hope, in time, maybe—”

“There’s nothing to forgive. It’s in the past now.”

Her father came home a short time later, and they talked Olivia into staying for dinner—the first real meal she could remember eating since that last breakfast at Cole’s house.

By the time she got home, she was surprised to realize she felt a little better. Seeing her mother looking so good and acting for once, well, like a mother, had done wonders for Olivia’s flagging spirits. She wandered over to her easel and picked up a pencil. Flipping it back and forth between her fingers, she studied the blank sheet of paper. After a long while, she lifted her hand to the page. Yes, it was a sketch of Cole, but at least she was drawing. She had to start somewhere.

That same night, Cole arrived home to snow after a fourteen-hour day. One weather delay after another had caused a ripple effect throughout the entire air traffic control system in the Midwest.

He cracked open a beer and flipped through the avalanche of mail that had accumulated on the counter over the last few weeks. Lately, the simplest things seemed to take more energy than he could bother to summon. Work was his primary focus, and when he wasn’t working, he had picked up a few extra Flights for Life—anything to avoid sitting at home thinking about how badly he had screwed things up with Olivia.

He should have told her about Natasha. If he had, maybe she would’ve understood that it was a situation he couldn’t control. At least then she wouldn’t have been blindsided by Natasha showing up and filling her head with lies. If Olivia had known, she could have fought back.

He had heard from his friends that when Natasha’s latest—and most dramatic—ploy to win him back had failed, she decided to move to New York. Cole felt like taking out a billboard in Times Square to warn the men in the city to be on the lookout for her.

Between his Business Aviation magazine and the latest issue of Time was a small cream-colored envelope. He picked it up and noticed his name and Capital Airlines written in Olivia’s handwriting. Underneath, someone else had scrawled his home address. He took it with him to the living room, sat on the sofa, and held it for a long time.

Gazing up at her sketch of their trip to San Francisco, he got lost in a sea of memories that made him ache with regret. He missed her so much. Sometimes he thought he’d lose his mind if he had to spend another day without her. He was also tormented by the idea that he might’ve left her alone and possibly pregnant.

He opened the letter. When he saw the date they met and her neat, precise words, his heart slowed to a crawl.

Dear Cole,

I wanted to thank you again for what you did today. I hope you weren’t too badly injured. If you’re receiving this note, it’s because your airline wouldn’t tell me anything about your condition and I couldn’t let what you did go by without a proper thank you.

I also wanted to say that no one has ever done anything like that for me. That you were willing to risk your own safety to defend me was brave, to say the least. If you find yourself at Reagan National again, I’d love to know how you are. Look for me at the NewsStop in the main terminal. I’m there most afternoons.

Sincerely,

Olivia Robison

He read the note over and over until the words ran together. Then he dropped his head into his hands and wept.

* * *

On Valentine’s Day, Olivia shipped off the last of the pieces Paolo needed for her show, which was now just over a month away. She had worked all weekend to finish them and was hopeful that Paolo would like them. Her new work had a definite edge to it since life had ripped off her rose-colored glasses. She had no idea what her mentors in San Francisco would think of them.

She was on the Metro between school and the airport when Jenny called.

“Hey, happy VD,” Olivia said.

“Liv, where are you?”

“Almost to the airport. Why?”

“Honey, listen, I hate to do this to you, but Cole’s plane has declared an emergency.”

Olivia gasped. “What happened?”

“Apparently, they were getting ready to land at Reagan and couldn’t get the front landing gear to deploy properly.”

Olivia’s heart literally stopped for a moment. “The third thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“He believes things happen in threes. Oh God, Jenny, how do you know?”

“It’s on CNN. They’re making a big deal about Captain Incredible having another chance to be a hero. They’ve got cameras following the plane as it circles the airport. I guess they’re trying to make a plan to get them down safely.”

“What do I do?”

“Go to the airport and ask the people at Capital. Tell them you’re his fiancée. If that freak show Natasha can do it, so can you.”

“What if he dies? He could die without ever knowing how much I love him.”

“He’s not going to die. Pull yourself together, Liv. I’d come there to be with you if I could, but Billy’s asleep and Will’s in Richmond for the day.”

“I’m getting off the Metro now. I’ll call you when I know anything.”

“Please do. I’ll be praying for him, for both of you.”

“Thanks.”

Olivia sprinted into the terminal and ran straight for the Capital counter, which was mobbed with media and the frantic families of people on the plane. Since there was no way to break through to anyone who could help her, she took off for the Capital lounge.

Inside, she ran straight past the attendant to find a group of Capital pilots and flight attendants glued to the bank of televisions. Among them, Olivia saw Jake Garrison, the pilot Cole had introduced her to before their trip to San Francisco.

“Miss, you can’t be in here,” the attendant said to Olivia as she approached Jake.

“Excuse me.” When he turned to her, she said, “I’m not sure if you remember me, but I’m Cole Langston’s—”

“Girlfriend,” he said. “Olivia, right?”

She nodded.

“It’s fine,” he said to the attendant who hovered next to Olivia. “She’s my guest.”

“Thank you. What’s the latest?”

“We just got word they’re going to divert them to Dulles. It’s a bigger airport with a larger emergency-management capability.”

“In case they crash?” Olivia asked softly.

“They won’t. I’ve known the captain for years. He’s a good friend of mine and one of the best pilots I’ve ever flown with. And I’ll tell you the same thing I told CNN—if I was in this situation, there’s no one I’d rather have in the right seat than Cole Langston.”

“Jackpot.”

“Pardon me?”

“That’s what they called him in the Navy because he never missed his targets.”

Jake smiled. “Suits him. He’s an ace, honey. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” He put his arm around her shoulders. “Since they’ve grounded us for the time being, some of us are catching a shuttle out to Dulles to meet the flight. Why don’t you come along?”

For the first time, Olivia hesitated. She had no idea how she’d be received by Cole if he managed to get through this unharmed. Then she realized she didn’t really care if he’d be happy to see her. She needed to see him. “I’d appreciate that.”

Olivia called in sick to work and boarded the shuttle with Jake. As she watched the miles fly by on Route 66 during the forty-minute ride, all she could think about was what must be running through Cole’s mind at that moment. They said there were eighty-nine passengers and six crewmembers on board. They must be so scared, but I’m sure Cole and the captain are doing all they can to reassure them.

“The good news is they got a perfect weather day for something like this,” Jake said. “No snow or precipitation of any kind. Rare in February.”

“Yes,” she said, appreciating his efforts to keep her spirits up.

“Of course, he’ll hate all the renewed media attention,” Jake added, chuckling. “Twice in just over a year with a punch-out in the middle. The guy lives on the edge.”

Olivia nodded in agreement, but she yearned with all her heart for the sound of Cole’s voice, for any sign that he was okay. When she couldn’t bear it another minute, she dialed his cell phone number from memory and waited for his message to pick up.

“Hi, this is Cole. I can’t take your call right now because I’m probably in the air. Leave a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I’m back on terra firma.”

Her eyes flooded as she waited for the beep. “It’s Liv. I just…” Words failed her for a moment, and then she knew exactly what she had to say. “I love you. I needed you to know that. Please be safe. I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to you. That’s all I wanted to say. I love you.”

She ended the call and held the phone tight against her chest as tears spilled down her cheeks.

Jake put his arm around her. “It’s okay. He’s going to be just fine.”

Olivia was grateful for the comfort but couldn’t help but wonder if Cole would care that she still loved him. Hopefully, she’d get the chance to find out.

They waited an endless hour as the plane circled over Dulles, which had been closed to other aircraft.

“Before they attempt to bring her down, they’re going to fly by the tower real low so the controllers can get another look at the gear,” Jake explained.

“Can they land without it?”

He nodded. “But because it’s not fully deployed, it’s going to want to collapse under the weight of the fuselage. The worry is that the metal will drag and cause sparks. That’s why they’re covering the runway with flame-retardant foam—as a precaution.”

Olivia’s heart lodged in her throat as she watched the flyby and listened to the speculation from the other pilots, who’d welcomed her into their tight circle after Jake introduced her as Cole’s girlfriend. The pilots had gathered in a lounge that overlooked a runway lined with emergency vehicles. The passengers’ families were in the room next door.

“Gotta keep all the weight on the back for as long as they can,” one pilot said.

“And get everyone out of there stat,” another replied.

Olivia couldn’t listen to any more. She wandered away from them to the window in time to see the big jet banking up and away from the airfield. The addled wheel was obvious to her now, angled as it was at about thirty degrees.

“This is it,” someone cried. “They’re making one more loop and then bringing her in.”

Olivia clasped her hands together and prayed like she never had before. Please, she begged, just let him be okay. Let them all be okay. I’ll do anything, give up anything. Anything at all.

“Here we go,” she heard Jake say. His voice was tight with tension. His eyes, when she glanced over at him, were glued to the runway. “Easy does it. That’s the way.”

Olivia held her breath as the back wheels touched down.

“Good,” Jake said to no one in particular. “Keep that nose up.”

Finally, as the plane slowed, they eased the nose down. Sparks and flames shot from under the wheel as it dragged along the foam-covered runway.

She gasped.

“Just the tires blowing out,” Jake said. “That’s to be expected.”

“Oh, my God.” Olivia looked away as fire trucks sped toward the plane to aim more foam at the smoldering front tires. She braced herself for a huge explosion that never happened.

“It’s okay, honey,” Jake said, his voice euphoric. “You can look now. They did it!”

Olivia took a deep breath before she allowed herself to look at the runway where the plane was surrounded by fire engines, ambulances, and other emergency vehicles.

“Jackpot,” she whispered.