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Gene was confused.
He lifted a brow.
“She got me a present?” he asked. “What’s it for?”
He shrugged.
“Like I said, she loves you. Enjoy.”
That was odd.
Now, he was glad he picked up a ring for her in that one shop.
Truth be told, he couldn't imagine what the gift possibly was, and now, he was curious. So, he climbed the stairs, and entered the jet.
Inside, the flight crew greeted him.
“Mr. Cantrell, we hope your time inNew Orleanswas enjoyable,” she said.
Oh, well, he wouldn’t call it that.
“Thanks, Millie. It was something,” he admitted, leaving much of the details out.
She smiled.
“We’re taking off immediately,” the woman admitted. “We spoke to Director Blackhawk, and you’re to be secured back in DC until she can get back to the family. Apparently, you’ve raised some hell.”
He laughed.
“ME? I raised some hell? She’s funny,” Gene said. “And slightly delusional.”
The woman was amused.
“Aren’t we all?” Millie asked, as she pointed to the seat to get him into it for takeoff. “Buckle up. You can move aroundwhen we’ve leveled out in air. Oh, and there’s a present in the back of the plane for you.”
So he kept hearing.
Only, now, he was curious.
“Will you be coming back for Elizabeth?” he asked, hoping they would, and that she wasn’t going to be here in NOLA long.
This city made him edgy.
She shook her head.
“No, Mr. James is on his way back from California where he had some press junkets, so he’s heading here to get her. She’s flying Jackson James air,” she joked.
That was good.
At least she wouldn’t be alone.
That was the bottom line.
“Thanks, Millie.”
As he buckled in, Gene felt the jet taxiing to the strip, and then, start to roll quickly toward the end. This was a private jet that the family used mostly for work for Elizabeth. The FBI had a jet, but security was a nightmare to clear it every time they used it.
So Axelle got that one.
