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checklist in her head, added a couple of items and then zipped it back up. As Tyler had told her, anything she’d forgotten could easily be purchased while she was in Miami.
     
    A quick shower and a mug of hot coca while she read a few pages of her book in bed, and then it was lights out to hopefully get a few good hours sleep before morning.
     

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    Chapter Two
     
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    Tyler picked her up at ten o’clock the following day, carrying her suitcase to the Hummer that he’d driven before helping her up into the passenger seat. Isobel had noticed over the past few weeks that he didn’t tend to do much driving himself and preferred to have someone else chauffeur him around. But he was an excellent driver and she always enjoyed watching him as he excellently navigated traffic and roads.
     
    The drive to the small private airfield wasn’t a long one, and in seemingly no time they were pulling up in front of a huge hangar. Isobel stayed in the vehicle while Tyler got out to go and talk to someone, and then he came back and got back into the driving seat, driving them a very short distance to where a private Learjet was waiting on the tarmac.
     
    Isobel had never been on such a small plane before, and she’d certainly never been on one that was so luxurious. As she walked up the stairs and entered the craft she gasped in delight. Cream leather chairs, and even a small couch were set out almost as though they were in a living room. Thick, white carpet felt soft beneath her feet and in stark contrast to the light colors, ebony black tables separated the furniture.
     
    “This is gorgeous!” Isobel’s words were hushed, almost as though she was afraid to talk too loudly in case the magical moment disappeared. Tyler laughed as she kicked off her shoes. “I couldn’t possibly walk on this carpet with shoes on. I might mark it.”
     
    “It would be no big deal, darlin’. But I do happen to love seeing you with bare feet.” He winked at her playfully, and she chuckled again. “Would you like a tour before we take off?”
     
    “Of course I would, but are you flying the plane?” It was something that she hadn’t really thought about until now and she wasn’t sure how she’d feel if he said that he was going to be the pilot.
     
    “I usually would, but not today. Today I want to be able to spend time with you with no interruptions.” Isobel breathed a sigh of relief. Flying didn’t scare her, but she’d never flown in such a small airplane before.
     
    Tyler walked her through the plane, showing her the small kitchenette and the full-sized bathroom, complete with a shower stall and huge mirror over the double vanity area. “The bedroom is through that door, but I’ll show you that later on when we’re in the air.” Isobel was pretty sure that it was as opulent as the rest of the plane. “For now though I have some paperwork that I need to go through, so would you mind making yourself comfortable and perhaps reading or watching some television?” He picked up a remote control off one of the tables and clicked a button, and to Isobel’s amazement a TV rose up from one of the cabinets.
     
    “I think I could just about force myself to relax a little,” she joked, but her smile faded when Tyler didn’t respond and just walked over to a small, but functional desk and opened his briefcase. So much for him wanting to spend some time with her without any interruptions , she thought. With a shrug, Isobel picked up the remote that he’d put back down on the table and sat down on the couch to flick through the channels and find something to watch.
     
    For the next thirty or so minutes Isobel channel-hopped but couldn’t find anything she really wanted to watch. She tried a few times to talk to Tyler, but all she got in response was a non-committal reply or a grunt, so he was obviously not in the mood or was too busy. It was strange, because she’d never known him to be so quiet or moody, but the scowls he threw