They rode by limousine to a private airstrip where the band was preparing to make way for Dunalino. She was excited about moving to his private tropical island yet nervous, too. Angel eyed the small jet with apprehension. It perched on the runway in the dark like a giant bird waiting to take flight. Her first flying experience had been quite a rush and the jumbo jet had felt sturdy. But this aircraft, as sturdy as it might be, seemed rather small for such a long trip. What if it runs out of fuel? She knew next to nothing about machines. Nevertheless, Savaant had obviously made the trip before and she did trust him. The flight crew finished their inspection, then boarded the aircraft. A knot in her stomach began to form as he led her closer. I can’t get on. That plane is too small. It’s still a baby! She didn’t realize her pace had slowed until he gave her a gentle slap on the behind. “No worries, love, get your fine arse on there,” he said with a laugh in his silky British accent.
