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“If the tables were turned, I suppose I’d be one, too”

“Are you flirting with ton?”

“Always”

That lad to see we’ve moved past the water works

The limo drops us at the terminal for the private jet service A few cars are parked in the lot, but we’re the only ones flying out this

“Wow” Ruby’s eyes are round as she follows ht of stairs into the Lear 60 “Do you own this?” She’s speaking just above a whisper as we pass through the oval door and walk down the short aisle separating seats with tables in the center

“No” I sit in one of the seats toward the back and hts It’s not really worth the upkeep to own a jet, with as little as I travel”

She sits beside me in the plush, cream leather chair A small sofa is behind us, but this plane doesn’t have a bed Our flight is barely over an hour

“I’ve never been on a private jet before” She’s still speaking low, tilting her face toward ne in front of us

“Welco off momentarily If you would, please fasten your seatbelts, and I’ll let you knohen it’s safe to move about the cabin”

“Thanks, Grace” Taking the glass of chane, I hold it to Ruby’s “Here’s to a successful business trip”

She clinks lass and takes a sip “Mm… that’s delicious”

Our seatbelts are fastened, and we’re in the air in less than fifteen h and tells us it’s safe to move around We only take off our seatbelts, and I rotate in my chair to face my companion

Ruby’s like a kid in a candy store, looking around, touching everything It’s hits me like a renewed thrill I remember a time when all this was new to me, too

“Why do they always give you chane on private jets?”