Page 4 of Her Wild Cowboy Billionaire

“No. We’ll be safe.”

“I’ll take these up and then return for the others. You can enter the plane now if you like.” Tom followed them up the stairs with the two large suitcases. Then returned for the last.

Mindy wore her backpack.

Once they were inside, the flight attendant greeted them.

“Hi, I’m Diane and I’ll be your flight attendant.”

She led the way into what, for all practical purposes, was a living room. It boasted four large, white leather chairs in a group facing each other. Farther in was a sofa with a chair, all in the same white leather, with an end table on each side.

“Please make yourself comfortable. I’ll be happy to help you with whatever you need. After we get into the air, I’ll give you a tour if you’d like.”

Willow gazed around the room, taking in all the furniture. “That would be lovely. Is there someplace in particular you’d like us to sit for takeoff?”

Diane waved her arm toward the chairs. “I recommend the chairs. The sofa would only have one armrest and, in my opinion, you need two for takeoff and landing. The chairs are much more comfortable for that purpose.”

She turned to her blonde and blue-eyed daughter. “Then the chairs it is. Mindy, sit in a chair so we can take off, please.”

“Yes, Mom.” Mindy flopped into one chair, shoved her long blonde braids behind her and pulled on her seat belt.

The wall opposite the sofa and the group of four chairs had a big screen TV, which everyone could swivel to see.

Willow had never seen so much white leather in her life. She had to admit it was beautiful and stood out marvelously against the deep, midnight-blue carpet. The effect of the dark carpet and white furnishings was striking. She loved it. If only she liked flying as much. It was never something she loved to do. Thank goodness Mindy didn’t take after her. She’d done her best to protect her without stifling her natural curiosity.

After they were in the air, Diane came back. “Would you like that tour now?”

“I’m sure Mindy would. Right, sweetie?”

“Oh, yes. This is nicer than some places we’ve lived.”

Willow’s heart contracted. She knew uprooting Mindy had affected her, but this was the first time she’d mentioned it. While they were gone, she stayed glued to her chair, with her seatbelt on, and she refused to look out of any of the windows.

When they returned, Mindy was so thrilled she was practically jumping up and down, but bounced on her feet instead.

“Mom, you should have come with us. Mr. Morgan has sheets that are so soft I think I’d feel like I’m sleeping on a cloud. And there’s special soap and shampoo in the bathroom and in the shower are six jets the water comes out of and,” she stopped to take a breath. “And there’s a TV in every room even the dining room. Well, I didn’t see one in the bathroom, but I bet he has one for in there, too.”

Mindy was so excited; Willow couldn’t help but smile. She was taking this change in stride, just as she had the others. Of course, Willow had talked to her about the stalker. Knowledge was power and safety. If Mindy knew a dangerous man was out there, she would take more care to stay safe.

Diane brought out fresh muffins in a variety of flavors.

Willow and Mindy both picked chocolate.

They laughed.

Diane stood back. “What would you like to drink? You name it and we’ve probably got it.

“I’d like milk, please.” Mindy unwrapped the muffin from the paper liner.

“I’ll have coffee if it’s not too much trouble,” said Willow.

Diane smiled. “No trouble at all. Give me a few minutes and I’ll have both drinks.”

A few minutes later, Diane appeared with their drinks. Willow was pleased to get some of the best coffee she’d ever had.

For the rest of the trip, Willow stayed in the leather chair, seatbelt on, and read.

Mindy was up and down, looking out the windows. “Mom, come see this. We’re above the clouds and they are so white. I’ve never seen clouds like that.”