"How are we going to leave?" Grace asked as she twirled the last bite over her fork. "Because I am not getting on that helicopter again."
This was a damn good pasta. They had nailed it to perfection.
"It is the fastest way when it comes to traveling but if you want, we can go by car."
"You can go." She replied to his suggestion. She was going to stand by her decision of not getting into that death trap. Somehow, flying high in the air without a parachute, scared her to death. " I'm going to go somewhere."
"Home?" He asked, a frown coming in.
"Somewhere else that I get to decide about." Grace pointed her index finger to her chest. "A place that has nothing to do with you."
She had had enough of his company and now no longer looked forward to his company for the rest of the day. Why was he so free anyway? If he was the step CEO for his father, he needed to get work done.
