Part Thirty-Three

Damon

Finley watched me with disbelief as I drove towards Northern Kingdom International Airport. We were silent in my truck as she kept staring out of the window and then glanced at me. I drove towards the last hangar and she raised an eyebrow when I parked the truck inside and climbed out.

“Should I carry you out?” I asked her when I opened her door.

“No,” she said and climbed out.

“Good evening Mr. Woods, the jet is ready and fueled,” Jeff said as he took our luggage from the truck and headed towards the jet.

“A jet? Seriously?” she asked me as she stopped in front of the stairs.

“What else were you expecting?” I asked her.

“No red carpet?” she asked and I laughed.

“I’ll have them prepare one for you when we return,” I said to her as she laughed harder.

“See that you do,” she said pretentiously and I laughed as she smiled at me.

I followed her up into the jet and sat down in the seat I always chose. She looked at me and I patted the chair next to me as she reluctantly sat down.

“We