§ Epilogue §
"Relax," Jacie said.
Some part of Sloan’s brain heard Jacie's raised voice above the noise of the plane's engine.
"Don't think about the distance to the ground, just think about soaring on a current of air. You'll love it. I won't let go of you."
He looked at the ground far below them, knowing he would love it once he was on terra firma. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing it in a tuxedo!" he yelled as together they jumped from the small plane. Immediately, her satin wedding dress billowed up to her waist, exposing her skin-tight white spandex leggings. They held hands as they spun slowly in the sky, first one way and then the other.
He released his chute and they were pulled upwards. Their landing was effortless, right on target in the midst of cheering family, friends, and the minister who waited to marry them.
Jacie looked at Sloan, noticing that although he seemed to have made a good landing, he was now sitting on the grass, hands on his knees and staring at the ground.
She bent down and looked into his face. "Sloan, are you okay?"
He looked up at her and gave her a slow grin. "I sure am, sweetheart, although I think I've got grass stains on my tux. Call the pilot back, we'll have to do it again after the ceremony."
§ THE END §