Peggy

“You’d enjoy flying more if you’d learn the controls.” “I’d rather pretend I’m on the ground.” Roarke sent her a quick smile. “And how many vehicles have you wrecked, had blown up, or destroyed in the last, oh, two years?” “Think about that, then imagine it happening when I’m at the wheel at thirty thousand feet.” “Good point. I’ll do the flying.” “Do that, ace.”
― J.D. Robb, Kindred in Death