He's out of surgery.
The text hit Rowan's phone as soon as she turned it back on in Lawley. Some of the tension that had dogged her since her mother called leeched out of her shoulders. "Thank God. He's out."
Nash shot her a smile. "See there. I told you he'd be fine."
Surviving bypass surgery was probably a long way from fine, but she appreciated his optimism. He'd kept her calm on the harrowing flight from Houston, just like he had in the hospital a couple months ago. "I appreciate you coming to get me."
"No problem. Let me just get Diana squared away in the hangar, and we'll get on to the hospital."
"Diana?"
"The plane. That's her name. After Wonder Woman."
Rowan looked over at him. "You named your plane after a superhero?"
His grin was a quick flash of white against the dark, close-cropped beard. "Damn straight."
"Why her instead of, like, Superman or something?"
"First, planes are female. As are cars, boats, and most other forms of machinery."
"Everyone knows that."