Chapter 10 - Thirty Thousand Feet Higher
The private Gulfstream G650 climbed smoothly through the crisp evening air, leaving the twinkling lights of JFK Airport far behind us as we banked toward the Atlantic for a European vacation.
The cabin was silent, luxurious, and bathed in the soft amber glow of recessed reading lights.
In the spacious leather lounge at the back of the aircraft, Lily was fast asleep under a cashmere blanket, clutching her stuffed rabbit tightly against her chest, her soft breathing keeping time with the hum of the jet engines.
I sat across the aisle in a wide leather recliner, nursing a glass of bourbon, watching Naomi as she stood by the oval cabin window looking out at the endless sea of stars stretching across the night sky.
She turned away from the glass, walking over to my seat, and without a word, she slid directly into my lap, settling comfortably against my chest with her arms draped loosely around my neck.
“Penny for your thoughts, Mr. Moretti,” she murmured, her lips brushing against my jawline, right over the cleft chin she and Lily both shared.
I wrapped my arms securely around her waist, pulling her flush against me, feeling the solid, undeniable warmth of her presence.
“I was just thinking,” I said quietly, my voice rumbling against her shoulder, “that the airline really needs to fix its seating arrangements.”
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Naomi let out a soft, bright laugh, leaning up to press her lips softly against mine.
“I don't know,” she whispered, smiling against my mouth as the private jet soared higher into the night. “I think the seating arrangements were absolute perfection.”
