Chapter Fourteen
There was nothing gaudy about any of the furnishings. It looked very masculine.
It even smelled masculine. Leather and suede. Earth tones.
Beyond the three rows of seats, there was a small sitting area with a couch and one chair with a coffee table and a television. To her left between the seats and the cockpit was a small galley area complete with a steward. The older man smiled at her and welcomed her on board.
She saw that Debbie was already seated and had made herself comfortable.
As she and Damon took their seats beside each other, the steward introduced himself as Bill and asked her if she wanted a drink.
She glanced at Damon then back at Bill. “Do you have wine?” she said.
Bill smiled. “But of course. Mr. Paige keeps the airplane stocked with all the necessities.” he replied.
She’d agree that wine was very necessary.
A few moments later, Bill returned with two glasses of wine.
“The pilot wished me to tell you he is ready for takeoff at your convenience.”