Chapter Four
Harm bolted awake, sweating and nearly being strangled by his own bed sheets. He looked at the clock. It was almost time for work, and that hell that he just went through was nothing more than a dream. He sighed with relief, hopped out of bed, and picked up the phone.
It rang nearly four times before Mac finally picked it up. "Who is it?" she demanded groggily. "I hope you know I had a good half hour of sleep left.." She whined.
"Mac?" Harm whispered, thankful to hear her voice on the other end. "Sorry to wake you up." He apologized.
"You okay, Flyboy?" she asked worriedly.
He sighed deeply. "Sure." He smiled. "I'll be fine. It was just a nightmare. I'm just glad it's over. It was awful." he confessed.
"You sure you're okay?" she repeated, listening this time for any signs of doubt in his voice.
"Listen, Mac..there's something that we really, really need to talk about." Said Harm, cutting straight to the point.
"What is it?" she asked, again with a note of worry in her voice.
"It's not something we should discuss over the phone." Harm explained, "But don't worry. It's a good thing." He promised her.
"Really?" Mac smiled. "Wait, what type of good? Usually, your definition of good means you're about to leave me and go flying again. You're not leaving again, are you?" she demanded.
"Not anytime soon." He promised her.
"Oh, okay.." She sighed.
"Look, just get dressed. I'll pick you up for work today. We can talk then, okay?" he promised. "We've needed to talk about this for quite a while."
"I'm really glad we're going to talk." Smiled Mac, realizing what he meant. "But why don't I just meet you at work?" she asked him.
"Uh, no. I'll pick you up. Wouldn't want you getting into any car accidents." He said hurriedly.
"Car accidents, Harm? Come on, now." Mac grinned.
"I'm serious. You have no idea how bad it would be if you go into an accident. Just let me pick you up today, okay?" he begged.
"Okay, Harm.." Mac agreed, trying not to laugh.
"See you soon, Sara." He smiled.
"See ya later, Flyboy.." Mac grinned.
Harm bolted awake, sweating and nearly being strangled by his own bed sheets. He looked at the clock. It was almost time for work, and that hell that he just went through was nothing more than a dream. He sighed with relief, hopped out of bed, and picked up the phone.
It rang nearly four times before Mac finally picked it up. "Who is it?" she demanded groggily. "I hope you know I had a good half hour of sleep left.." She whined.
"Mac?" Harm whispered, thankful to hear her voice on the other end. "Sorry to wake you up." He apologized.
"You okay, Flyboy?" she asked worriedly.
He sighed deeply. "Sure." He smiled. "I'll be fine. It was just a nightmare. I'm just glad it's over. It was awful." he confessed.
"You sure you're okay?" she repeated, listening this time for any signs of doubt in his voice.
"Listen, Mac..there's something that we really, really need to talk about." Said Harm, cutting straight to the point.
"What is it?" she asked, again with a note of worry in her voice.
"It's not something we should discuss over the phone." Harm explained, "But don't worry. It's a good thing." He promised her.
"Really?" Mac smiled. "Wait, what type of good? Usually, your definition of good means you're about to leave me and go flying again. You're not leaving again, are you?" she demanded.
"Not anytime soon." He promised her.
"Oh, okay.." She sighed.
"Look, just get dressed. I'll pick you up for work today. We can talk then, okay?" he promised. "We've needed to talk about this for quite a while."
"I'm really glad we're going to talk." Smiled Mac, realizing what he meant. "But why don't I just meet you at work?" she asked him.
"Uh, no. I'll pick you up. Wouldn't want you getting into any car accidents." He said hurriedly.
"Car accidents, Harm? Come on, now." Mac grinned.
"I'm serious. You have no idea how bad it would be if you go into an accident. Just let me pick you up today, okay?" he begged.
"Okay, Harm.." Mac agreed, trying not to laugh.
"See you soon, Sara." He smiled.
"See ya later, Flyboy.." Mac grinned.