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for private jets. For the millionth time in the past day, she wondered just what she’d gotten herself into.
     
    The car pulled into the small airport. Sleek private jets were parked along the tarmac, all beneath the glow of a large white terminal building. Gaby’s driver parked and exited the car, opening the trunk as Gaby got out and accepted the proffered backpack from him.
     
    He stared at her for a moment as she stood still. “Can I help you with anything else, miss?” he asked.
     
    He was shorter than Gaby, which wasn’t unusual; she tried not to frown as she looked down at him. “I’m not sure where to go,” she answered, glancing around hesitantly.
     
    The man nodded. “Right this way, miss.”
     
    Gaby followed her driver to the small terminal, where she was led to a kiosk. A brunette woman with a cleanly combed ponytail smiled across the counter at her. “Good evening, ma’am. How can I assist you tonight?”
     
    “My name is Gaby Galtieri—”
     
    “Ah, Miss Galtieri! We’ve been expecting you. I will let your pilot know you have arrived. He should be ready for takeoff within thirty minutes.”
     
    “Okay…” Gaby said, unsure of what else to say.
     
    “Please feel free to take a seat in our lounge while you wait. You’ll find some tea and coffee available, if you’d like.”
     
    “Thank you,” Gaby said, smiling at the woman and turning to her driver.
     
    “And thank you for helping me.”
     
    The driver nodded. “A pleasure, miss. Have a wonderful evening,” he said before turning on his heel and heading back to his car.
     
    Gaby walked over to a small, chic little waiting area. The sofas were soft and plush, and a Keurig coffee machine was perched on a marble-topped table, accompanied by a rack of a wide assortment of teas and flavored hot chocolates. Gaby was about to choose a nice chamomile when a pilot approached the seating area with an outstretched hand.
     
    “Signorina Galtieri? I am your pilot, Giacomo Bambini. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
     
    Gaby shook the man’s hand. He was older, and definitely Italian. His hair was black with streaks of distinguished gray, and his face was no less handsome for being aged. He wore a kind expression, and Gaby found that she liked him instantly.
     
    “It’s nice to meet you,” Gaby said with a warm smile.
     
    “We’re just about ready for takeoff, if you would you like to board, miss? Weather conditions are good, so we should make excellent time.”
     
    “I would, thank you.”
     
    Giacomo released Gaby’s hand before leading her out of the terminal and onto the cool tarmac. Gaby could see her breath in the air in front of her, and she looked forward to the warmth of the plane. When Giacomo stopped in front of a white jet, Gaby’s breath caught in her throat.
     
    The plane was stunning. Was the Italian government really treating her to such an experience? If they wanted better U.S. relations, this was certainly a good way to do it.
     
    Giacomo gestured to the open cabin door. “Please head on in, Miss Galtieri. I’ll just finish my final checks, and once we’re clear we can take off right away.”
     
    “Thanks again,” Gaby said gratefully, taking the steps one at a time as she held carefully onto the railing.
     
    When she got inside, she allowed herself a full-on gasp. The interior of the airplane was stunning. The seats were a cream-colored leather, and there was a small bar stocked with gourmet cheeses, crackers and small bottles of wine.
     
    Gaby took a seat in one of the chairs, tossing her bag on the seat next to her. She still smelled like the restaurant, and regretted not having the time to take a shower.
     
    Moments later, Giacomo poked his head back from the pilot’s area. “We’re ready to take off! If you feel sleepy during the flight, the side button there will recline your seat into a bed.”
     
    “Wow, really?” Gaby asked, and Giacomo laughed.
     
    “Really, really. Now sit