Details about Lost Hart by Whitley Cox
Lost Hart by Whitley Cox – Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Chase followed Heath into the parking lot, where Heath’s big black Chevy truck, a nearly identical model to Chase’s, sat way at the back. “Turbulence over the strait. Had to circle six times, wind was so nasty.”
“Ah, yeah, that’s right. They can only land in one direction on this runway. I forgot about that.” Heath clicked the fob on his truck. “What do you think of my new rims?” He bobbed his brows before heading to the driver’s side.