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I grabbed my computer, thinking he wanted me to pull some information on the city.
“No, never. I’ve never been anywhere really. I’ve never even been on a plane.” Mentally, I told myself to shut up; Ned Hawthorpe hadn’t called to listen to my life story.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Well, I’m flying out this morning. Paul Martin has agreed to give us an interview. Well, almost agreed,” he added.
“Wow,” I said, flattered that he’d saidus.“That’s amazing.”
“As I said, it’s not a definite. But I’m going to try and persuade him.”
“Well, good luck.”
“Would you like to come with me?”
I felt my eyes widen. “To Vegas?”
“Yes.”
“Seriously?”
He laughed. “Seriously. I might need some help persuading Paul Martin. You can tell him what a great magazineExclusivesis.”
“But shouldn’t Justine be going with you?”
“She can’t, she’s leaving for Paris today to interview Ophélie Tessier for the March issue.”
“Oh good, has she finally agreed?”
“Yes, her agent phoned last night. Now, about Vegas. I’m flying at ten, can you be ready by eight o’clock?”
“Um, yes, I think so.”
“Good. Hunter will pick you up. You have a passport, I hope?”
“Yes, I do. How long will we be going for?”
“Three, four days.”
I could hardly contain my excitement as I began to sort through my clothes. I just had time to shower, dress, and pack before Hunter rang on the intercom.
“I’m on my way down!” I called, already rolling my suitcase through the door.
Hunter and I had chatted a few times since the day I was knocked down by the scooter, a month ago now. Well, not really chatted, just exchanged a few pleasantries. He was definitely friendlier than before, but I was trying not to read too much into it.
“We should be at Farnborough in plenty of time,” he said as I climbed into the back of the car. “We’ll pick Mr. Hawthorpe up on the way.”
“Farnborough?” I queried. “What’s at Farnborough?”
“The private jet waiting to take you and Mr. Hawthorpe to Las Vegas.”
“Private jet?”
He gave me an amused smile via the rearview mirror. “You don’t expect Mr. Hawthorpe to travel cattle-class, do you?”
I laughed, warmed by his smile. “No, but I expected that I would. I thought he’d be going business-class or maybe even first-class. Do you ever go with him when he travels,” I asked hopefully, “to drive him around when he gets there?”
