Chapter 26

"An Airport?" my squeaky voice comes out as a disappointment. Quinn casts me a quick look and picks up a six pack of beer before getting out of the car. I follow his action, pick my frozen yogurt, which he bought begrudgingly and get out. I look around the deserted area with dirt and the fence that separates the airport and us. Can t deny we have a great view of the runway.  But I can t picture Quinn enjoying plane spotting. He sits on the hood of the car and I do the same. "What is so great about this?" I ask. "I just love seeing a big powerful machine float in the air. " He sighs. I give an inward groan, "Men and Machines." "That should be on a T-shirt, M&M." He says. I give him a toothy grin. He opens a beer.  He hands it to me and picks up another one. I watch him take a gulp. I swing mine and take a sip too. "What is your dream destination?" He a