A Time To Heal
By Mel Comley
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Family Liaison Officer, Chloe Fullerton is helping hero pilot, Captain Steve Ewing, recuperate from injury after he landed his stricken plane, avoiding a major disaster.
Chloe's sworn off love ever since she lost the love of her life. But the spark between her and Steve makes her feel she may yet love again. There's turbulence ahead though--Steve's ex-wife is determined to wreck his and Chloe's blossoming relationship.
Novella approx 33,000 words.
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A Time To Heal - Mel Comley
Table of Contents
A Time To Heal
A Time to Heal
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
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A Time To Heal
M A Comley
Copyright 2011 M A Comley
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
This book is dedicated to my rock, Jean.
Special thanks to my wonderful editor Stefanie Spangler Buswell.
Other books by M A Comley are:
A Time For Change
Cruel Justice
Impeding Justice
Final Justice
Foul Justice
Guaranteed Justice
It’s A Dog’s Life
High Spirits
A Twist in The Tale
Merry Widow
If you fancy something a little saucy why not pick up one of the short erotic stories I have written under the name of Tiffany Towers http://tiffanytowers1.blogspot.fr/
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A Time to Heal
Chapter One
Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Come in, London. This is Flight CJ549. London, do you read me?
Between exchanging worried glances with Brad, his co-pilot, Captain Steve Ewing, his brow covered in sweat, tried repeatedly to raise the alarm. The plane continued to drop as one of the engines cut out. Why in God’s name isn’t London responding?
Steve repeated the call and ordered his co-pilot to help him with the shuddering controls. Still, he received no response. He tore off his headphones and bashed them against his seat, hoping that would make them spring into life. It didn’t. Brad, you try.
His colleague placed the call over and over, like a mantra, as the pair continued to struggle with the controls.
Come on, guys. Where are you when we need you most?
Anything, Brad?
Halfway through his latest Mayday call, Brad shook his head.
Okay, keep trying. I need to speak to the passengers, try and keep them calm.
Steve sucked in a breath and let it out, then reached for the onboard intercom. Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Unfortunately, we’re experiencing some difficulties at present and are doing everything we can to put things right. Although one of the engines has malfunctioned, I want to assure you there’s no need to panic. The engine has been isolated, and we have the matter in hand. Heathrow is ten minutes away, and you have my assurances we’ll do our utmost to bring this plane down safely.
He gave Brad an anxious look. For safety reasons, you must remain seated at all times. Please listen carefully to the instructions the cabin crew are about to issue. My co-pilot and I have almost twenty years flying experience between us and have dealt with similar situations before. All the outcomes have been positive. I’ll hand you over to Louisa now. Please remain calm.
Thank God. The radio crackled into life. Roger Flight CJ549. This is London, Heathrow reading you loud and clear. Can you tell us what your status is?
I’ll get it, Brad.
The vibrations had increased, and Steve’s stomach churned as the London landmarks became visible in front of him.
Good to hear you, London. We have major problems. Starboard engine has cut out, suspected bird-strike, and I’m losing height. Please advise on emergency landing. We’re fully loaded. That’s three hundred passengers and twelve crew.
They waited as the tower worked out what to do about their predicament. It seemed like an eternity before they got a response.
Flight CJ549, stay on course for your scheduled runway. I repeat, stay on course. Emergency services are on standby. The airspace has been cleared. Any luck trying to re-start the engine?
That’s a negative, London. Over to you to guide us in.
Roger CJ549. Let’s get this big bird in. I’m Terry, by the way. I need you to lower your altitude to five hundred feet and drop your landing gear.
When Brad pulled the lever to drop the landing gear, their problems multiplied. The darn thing won’t open.
He pushed and pulled on the lever, but it didn’t budge.
Brad, talk to me?
That’s the engine out, and no, I repeat, no landing gear...
He watched the colour drain from his co-pilot’s face and unmistakable fear gripped his brown eyes. Steve’s stomach constricted. He swallowed noisily, and cleared his throat. He spoke to the control tower in a calm, assertive voice. London, we have another major problem to contend with. Our landing gear is refusing to engage. I repeat, landing gear is refusing to engage.
Silence.
London, do you read me?
Yeah, sorry, CJ549. Message understood. There’s little we can do to help on this end. We’ll keep in contact. Sorry, guys. Be safe.
As they hit five hundred feet on the gauge, the controls shuddered more violently.
Think, Steve. Think back to your training. Bring this bird down safely. You’ve got to!
His knuckles turned white, and as he fought to keep the controls from being pulled out of his sweaty hands, his daughter’s face flashed through his mind. I have to get out of this alive for her sake. Please, God, help us through this.
The control tower interrupted his thoughts. Flight CJ549, any luck releasing the landing gear?
The vibrations travelled up his arms and entered his voice. London, that’s a negative. The controls are getting heavy, sapping our strength. I can see the runway. We’re coming in. Just pray we survive this.
Good luck, mate,
came the controller’s sombre reply.
Steve glanced at Brad and nodded. You ready?
Then he addressed the crew over the intercom.
Cabin crew, brace for impact,
he shouted above the deafening noise filling the cockpit.
The captain winced at the sound of the passengers’ terrified screams in the cabin.
Both men braced themselves for the impact that would change their lives forever.
Four hundred feet.
Three hundred feet.
Two hundred feet.
One hundred feet.
Bang!
Without the aid of landing gear, the undercarriage scraped the runway. Two-foot high sparks ran along the belly of the aircraft. Then, the plane tilted, and the right wing hit the ground and tore away from the main body, causing it to spin one hundred eighty degrees. Steve was thrown to the rear of the cockpit and knocked unconscious.
* * *
Chloe Fullerton sighed when she saw the pile of paperwork on her desk crying out for her attention. One week away, and I come back to this. She hadn’t been on holiday; she’d been on an assignment that was an emotional and physically draining case that she knew would take her weeks to recover from. And yes, she would recover. She always did. The question was, would Carol Peterson? She doubted it. The poor woman had been widowed at the tender age of thirty after losing her pilot husband. He’d lost control of his light aircraft and crashed into a forest on the outskirts of London. All six people aboard had been killed. The chairman of the airline for which Chloe worked as a family liaison officer had personally asked her to take care of Mrs. Peterson, who was seven months pregnant.
Chloe had been on call twenty-four-seven, supporting the distraught woman. She’d shopped and carried out all the mundane tasks Carol had struggled to deal with and even helped the woman with the daunting job of arranging her husband’s funeral.
She’d just sat in her chair when a pair of hands covered her eyes and someone said, Guess who?
She smelled his cologne and instantly recognised the exaggerated sexy drawl and smooth hands. Nevertheless, she played along with her colleague’s trivial game. Hmm... Let me think. I know, it’s the man of my dreams... Johnny Depp,
she gushed.
She swivelled in her chair and came face-to-face with her handsome tormentor, the office lothario, Kevin, whose eyes sparkled with mischief. His hands rested on his knees, and his face was inches from hers. Damn, you guessed. So, now you’re back. When are you going to take me out, get me smashed out of my mind, and have your wicked way with me?
Chloe threw her hair over her shoulder, placed her forefinger on the side of her chin, and pretended to mull over his suggestion. A smile tugged at her lips when she saw the frustration building in Kevin’s face. Her hand flew up to her chest as if she’d been mortally wounded. Why, Kevin, I’m insulted.
Puzzled, he backed away. She continued, You mean you’d need to be inebriated before you spent the night with me? Making mad passionate love...
Kevin’s mouth dropped open. Trying hard to suppress a laugh, Chloe turned her chair back to face the desk. Kevin was a major flirt, and she knew a good-looking man like him wouldn’t normally look twice at a plain Jane like herself. To fend off Kevin’s advances, Chloe deliberately avoided wearing the bright colours that’d once filled her wardrobe.
Their boss burst into the open-plan office, halting Kevin’s flirting. Heads up, people, we’re on the move. Be ready in five.
Why, boss? What’s up?
asked Kevin.
"Crash at Heathrow. We’ll take two vehicles. Now go, go,