Watering The Plants

Rainey

I couldn’t believe this! Michael wanted me to go to Colorado right this second? What sort of request was that?

“These things happen sometimes,” he said and took out his phone. He was texting someone as if leaving on a moment’s notice was no big deal.

“I don’t have my I.D. or tickets or anything,” I said.

He glanced up at me from his phone. “We’re taking my private jet, so you don’t need identification.”

“Well do I at least have time to go home?” I always traveled light to the City. I only had my purse and coat. I’d need warmer clothes if we were going to Colorado.

“Unfortunately, no,” he said. “We have to go now. This property is a rare one and it might get scooped up quickly.”

“Michael, this is crazy. I don’t have any clothes with me. Or a toothbrush. And where are we staying?” I supposed being a billionaire with a private jet allowed him to book travel quicker than a regular person. And I supposed throwing money at any hotel would get a room. But I needed to ask these questio