They all nodded, and he took off, racing toward the red exit sign. He hauled ass up the well-lit stairwell and burst out the doors to the roof. The moment he boarded the helicopter he buckled in and let out a breath.
Hell, yes. He’d make it home in time for the wedding.
He smiled. Callie Bell, I’m coming for you.
Settling back in his seat, he thought about Traci, how upset she’d be no matter the extent of her injuries. This is exactly why her coach doesn’t let her board backcountry.
Fin’s trips were as risky as they were fun. Anyone who joined him knew what they were getting themselves into. Still, he felt like shit that she’d gotten hurt.
He pulled out his phone, wondering what he could say that wouldn’t sound stupid. She wouldn’t want to hear bullshit promises that everything would turn out okay. She was tough, no-nonsense.
He’d keep it light. Snarky.