The sky was already dark when the group arrived at the private airstrip, the light evening breeze ruffling their hair and tugging at their loose clothing.
Tom led the way to his jet, his arms wrapped around Lucy and chuckling at something Sonia was saying behind him.
Sonia, walking beside Bryan, glanced at the jet and then at Tom, her lips curving into a teasing smile. "What, no red carpet?" she joked, nudging Bryan, who grinned down at her.
"Maybe next time," Tom shot back, laughing. He gestured for them all to board. "Come on, let's get this trip started."
As they stepped into the jet, the cabin revealed itself in all its splendor. Fancy leather seats, soft beige carpeting, and gleaming wood panels gave it a feel of understated luxury.
A small bar was stocked with an array of drinks, and a table was set with a selection of pastries, fresh fruit, and steaming coffee.
