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Authors: Hallee A. Bridgeman
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inside of the car felt hot, and she fanned her face as she put a hand to the intricate “updo” Maxine had twisted out of her hair, making sure all strands were in place. The car started forward again, and she looked out the window and saw that they’d pulled into a small airport not far from Logan.
The car stopped next to Tony’s Gulfstream. A pilot stood next to the open door and waved as they got out of the car. Tony took Robin’s hand and walked toward the stairs leading into the jet. “Good afternoon, Jeremy,” he said, shaking the pilot’s hand.
“Mr. Viscolli. Happy Valentine’s Day, Miss Bartlett. We have clear skies all night long.”
“Wonderful.” Tony gestured to the stairs. “After you, cara .”
Curious now about where they might be going, Robin precariously climbed the stairs in her high heels. She ducked her head as she entered the cabin, remembering the white leather couch, white leather chairs, and the shiny mahogany tables from her trip to Florida at Christmas.
Choosing a chair next to a window for takeoff, she sat and buckled up. The only other time she’d flown anywhere in her life had been her recent trip to and from Florida in this same aircraft. Knowing how much Tony traveled, she knew she had better get used to it. But the thought of the little jet thousands of feet in the air made her stomach do a small flip.
Tony sat next to her and put a hand on her knee. “Relax,” he said, “Jeremy is the best there is.”
“You would have the best,” she smiled, trying and failing to relax. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I told you. Dinner.”
“Dinner requires an airplane?”
“For Valentine’s Day? I should think so.” He reached a hand into his jacket pocket as the plane taxied away, pulling out a long thin box wrapped in a red ribbon. “For you, my love. Because you have stolen my heart.”
“Tony” Robin said, pleased and annoyed at the same time. She took the box and slipped off the ribbon. When she opened the lid, she gasped. Suspended from a silver chain was a heart framed out in diamonds. That heart was stacked on top of and slightly over top of a heart crusted with about a hundred small perfectly cut rubies. As she lifted it out of the box, she saw a card inside with a Bible verse written on it. It said: Who can find a virtuous wife? For her worth is far above rubies. The heart of her husband safely trusts her; so he will have no lack of gain.” Proverbs 31:10-11
“Do you like it?” Tony asked, taking the necklace from her to slip it around her neck, reaching around her to fasten it. “I think it’s perfect for this dress.”
Robin brushed her fingers over the hearts. “I don’t … “
Tony sighed. “I know. You don’t want jewelry from me. Etcetera. Do you like it, cara ?”
With a smile, Robin leaned forward and kissed him. “Yes. Very much. Thank you.”
“Bene.” He kissed her again as the plane’s wheels left the ground.
OBIN recognized the New York City skyline. She grinned and she clutched Tony’s hand as the jet landed on a small airstrip just across the river. They stepped off the plane and were ushered to a waiting helicopter. Robin could not believe the thrill she felt as the helicopter took off and flew over the Hudson toward the city.
Tony put his arm around her and in the light of the setting sun pointed out land marks and places of interest. She didn’t think she quit smiling the entire flight.
It felt like no sooner had they lifted off than the helicopter landed on the roof of a building. In just minutes she had seen the mighty Hudson River, the Statue of Liberty, and a collection of some of the tallest buildings in the world. It felt exhilarating. Robin thought she could have easily spent the entire evening just sightseeing the city from on high. But her stomach growled as they walked across the roof.
As the helicopter lifted away, it became just the two of them again.
The car stopped next to Tony’s Gulfstream. A pilot stood next to the open door and waved as they got out of the car. Tony took Robin’s hand and walked toward the stairs leading into the jet. “Good afternoon, Jeremy,” he said, shaking the pilot’s hand.
“Mr. Viscolli. Happy Valentine’s Day, Miss Bartlett. We have clear skies all night long.”
“Wonderful.” Tony gestured to the stairs. “After you, cara .”
Curious now about where they might be going, Robin precariously climbed the stairs in her high heels. She ducked her head as she entered the cabin, remembering the white leather couch, white leather chairs, and the shiny mahogany tables from her trip to Florida at Christmas.
Choosing a chair next to a window for takeoff, she sat and buckled up. The only other time she’d flown anywhere in her life had been her recent trip to and from Florida in this same aircraft. Knowing how much Tony traveled, she knew she had better get used to it. But the thought of the little jet thousands of feet in the air made her stomach do a small flip.
Tony sat next to her and put a hand on her knee. “Relax,” he said, “Jeremy is the best there is.”
“You would have the best,” she smiled, trying and failing to relax. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I told you. Dinner.”
“Dinner requires an airplane?”
“For Valentine’s Day? I should think so.” He reached a hand into his jacket pocket as the plane taxied away, pulling out a long thin box wrapped in a red ribbon. “For you, my love. Because you have stolen my heart.”
“Tony” Robin said, pleased and annoyed at the same time. She took the box and slipped off the ribbon. When she opened the lid, she gasped. Suspended from a silver chain was a heart framed out in diamonds. That heart was stacked on top of and slightly over top of a heart crusted with about a hundred small perfectly cut rubies. As she lifted it out of the box, she saw a card inside with a Bible verse written on it. It said: Who can find a virtuous wife? For her worth is far above rubies. The heart of her husband safely trusts her; so he will have no lack of gain.” Proverbs 31:10-11
“Do you like it?” Tony asked, taking the necklace from her to slip it around her neck, reaching around her to fasten it. “I think it’s perfect for this dress.”
Robin brushed her fingers over the hearts. “I don’t … “
Tony sighed. “I know. You don’t want jewelry from me. Etcetera. Do you like it, cara ?”
With a smile, Robin leaned forward and kissed him. “Yes. Very much. Thank you.”
“Bene.” He kissed her again as the plane’s wheels left the ground.
OBIN recognized the New York City skyline. She grinned and she clutched Tony’s hand as the jet landed on a small airstrip just across the river. They stepped off the plane and were ushered to a waiting helicopter. Robin could not believe the thrill she felt as the helicopter took off and flew over the Hudson toward the city.
Tony put his arm around her and in the light of the setting sun pointed out land marks and places of interest. She didn’t think she quit smiling the entire flight.
It felt like no sooner had they lifted off than the helicopter landed on the roof of a building. In just minutes she had seen the mighty Hudson River, the Statue of Liberty, and a collection of some of the tallest buildings in the world. It felt exhilarating. Robin thought she could have easily spent the entire evening just sightseeing the city from on high. But her stomach growled as they walked across the roof.
As the helicopter lifted away, it became just the two of them again.
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