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adventuress.”
    “Well, she’s put in a request to the school principal to have her idea approved. If it is, Curt, it means the children in her class will be the test model for it. If it works, then the other grades would be allowed to use it, too. I think if the children went on field trips, on hikes, and got outside, it might help.”
    “Patty would be too interested in what was going on around her to create trouble,” Curt agreed. He coaxed Becky out of the chair and drew her into his embrace. The worry in her eyes haunted him. No longer was she the laughing, airy sprite he’d married eight years ago. Coming to Edwards had made her eyes go dark with fear, her once flushed face almost waxen. There was strain around her eyes and soft mouth. Kissing her hair, he held her tightly.
    “Let’s hope,” he murmured, “that Miss Roberts gets her way. It would be an easy out on Patty’s problem, I think.” He loved Becky fiercely. Eight years earlier, he’d flown into Blytheville AFB in Arkansas on a training mission when his plane was grounded for two days in order to get a new engine. He’d met Becky over at the O Club, where she’d recently gotten her first job as a waitress.
    Curt smiled, rocking his wife in his arms, the memory still warm within him. Becky had spilled a plate of spaghetti all over him in her nervousness to be a good waitress. The O Club manager was appalled and had apologized profusely to him for Becky’s act. Becky stood nearby, crying. It was when the manager turned and fired her on the spot that Curt had taken action. He couldn’t resist her tears or the cute Arkansas twang she had. He had defended her, but the manager refused to take her back.
    Leaving the O Club, Curt had walked with her for a couple hours afterward. Becky was one of the few members of her large family to venture down from the mountains and try to make it in what she termed the “real world.” Her vulnerability, her honesty, struck him hard.
    He kissed her temple. “Remember when you spilled that spaghetti all over me, Sparrow?”
    Becky moaned. “Oh, Lordy, do I ever.”
    With a chuckle, Curt added, “I finally got you to quit crying enough to convince you I was going to live—spaghetti stains or not.”
    Laughing softly, Becky nestled her head in the hollow of his shoulder. “I fell in love with you then. You cared about me, about me getting fired. I was so lost. I didn’t know what to do.”
    “We went to your apartment you leased with two other girls and you washed my shirt.”
    With a sigh, she looked up, drowning in his dancing blue eyes. “You were so kind, Curt. You still are, even to this day.”
    “And you were like a small bird with a broken wing—fragile, pretty and completely unable to fend for yourself out in the world. I fell hard for you.”
    “I remember.” Resting her head against his chest, a quiver passed through Becky. “I remember how afraid I was because you were a pilot. Planes scared me even then.”
    “You were just raised in a different world was all,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to her hair. It had taken him nearly a year to convince Becky to marry him because she was fearful he’d die in a fiery crash. Finally, she gave in to his need for her. His family wasn’t happy about Becky or her lineage, but Curt didn’t care. He loved her, and that’s all that mattered. A year later, Patty was born, and his family was grudgingly accepting of Becky—finally.
    “You’re shaking,” he whispered, holding her a little more tightly..
    “I’m still scared of those planes, Curt.”
    “I know.” If only Miss Roberts could find a way to deal with Patty, their lives wouldn’t continue to be on the edge of a razor blade. Neither his wife or child had been happy since his transfer to Edwards. Curt wanted to place blame for his daughter’s behavior on the recent move. It had to be that and only that. Not the fact he was now a coveted test pilot. Leading her from the kitchen, he