hands off my fiance or I'm going to make you very sorry."
Robert pushed me behind him and faced his adversary directly. He didn't say anything immediately. Then Rex stepped out of the elevator.
Robert spoke softly, "Don't come any closer. Stand where you are. You need to realize that I grew up in Africa, and sometimes I had to deal with physical violence. And I will die before I let you touch Alexa."
"I don't think you could stop me. I know enough about airports to know you don't have a gun. She is coming with me, so get out of the way."
"I don't need a gun. If you start a fight and then drag Alexa through the airport, everyone will notice. You might be interested to know that I have law enforcement with me. In fact, they sent me here. There is an officer watching you as we speak, and he does have a gun. They're willing to let you go without incident if you leave Europe immediately. We all know you have a plane waiting, and I urge you to turn around and board it straightaway. There is no reason to force Alexa. I promise that will result in your arrest, but if you insist on fighting, give it a go. I am keen to beat the bloody hell out of you."
Rex mumbled some curses and stepped back into the elevator. I lost the strength to stand, and Robert had to hold me. I wanted to sit down, but he wanted to move quickly away from danger.
"How far is your car?" We started across the elevated walkway, and I looked down to realize some kind of highway or railway bisected the airport.
"It isn't far to the aeroplane," Robert answered.
"I don't have a ticket, unless Sharon bought one for me."
"You don't need one. It's my aeroplane. Well, it really belongs to my mother, but she doesn't use it anymore. Mum leases the plane to the charity when needed. We are on the way to Kenya, along with two cargo planes filled with supplies and medicine. They topped off our petrol while I was looking for you, so the planes should be ready. John is on one of the other planes, and I sent him to find more food and snacks. I thought you might be hungry."
"Alexa, I have a confession to make. My family is the major contributor to the charity. I'm not only the charity director; I'm a philanthropist. I haven't dated anyone in the U.K. recently because my status is well known there. My only serious girlfriend was an heiress. I hope you are not offended because I didn't offer up my pedigree and financial standing earlier. It's hard to discuss without sounding like I have an ego problem, nor is it a good opening move for courtship. Can you forgive me?"
I was too shocked to say anything as we walked along. He was practically carrying me. I suppose he had offered clues: a house in the Lake District and membership in a London club. The earrings he bought for me in Greece were probably black diamonds. At the time I missed the hints because I didn't know much about English society.
The pilot met us at the foot of a rolling stairway. I was almost too weak to climb the steps, even with two men helping me. Once again I was shocked. This time it was the size of the plane. Robert settled me onto a large sectional sofa in the center of the plane and tucked a blanket around me.
"This is the living room?" I asked. He leaned over and kissed me gently.
"Yes, we Brits call it a lounge, but I often ride somewhere else when we deliver charity supplies. I usually need this large area to carry as much cargo as possible. There is also a bedroom, a galley, a loo with a shower, an office, an employee lounge, and cargo space. Since you are on this trip, I limited the cargo to the office and storage areas. You and I have the main lounge, a loo, galley, and bedroom. There is a seatbelt, so buckle up because we'll be in the air in few minutes."
I lay back and closed my eyes. Robert's phone rang, and after the conversation I heard him giving orders.
"Hold the plane. Don't close the door. Someone is coming onboard."
When I opened my eyes, Sharon was walking across the cabin.
"I hope
Robert pushed me behind him and faced his adversary directly. He didn't say anything immediately. Then Rex stepped out of the elevator.
Robert spoke softly, "Don't come any closer. Stand where you are. You need to realize that I grew up in Africa, and sometimes I had to deal with physical violence. And I will die before I let you touch Alexa."
"I don't think you could stop me. I know enough about airports to know you don't have a gun. She is coming with me, so get out of the way."
"I don't need a gun. If you start a fight and then drag Alexa through the airport, everyone will notice. You might be interested to know that I have law enforcement with me. In fact, they sent me here. There is an officer watching you as we speak, and he does have a gun. They're willing to let you go without incident if you leave Europe immediately. We all know you have a plane waiting, and I urge you to turn around and board it straightaway. There is no reason to force Alexa. I promise that will result in your arrest, but if you insist on fighting, give it a go. I am keen to beat the bloody hell out of you."
Rex mumbled some curses and stepped back into the elevator. I lost the strength to stand, and Robert had to hold me. I wanted to sit down, but he wanted to move quickly away from danger.
"How far is your car?" We started across the elevated walkway, and I looked down to realize some kind of highway or railway bisected the airport.
"It isn't far to the aeroplane," Robert answered.
"I don't have a ticket, unless Sharon bought one for me."
"You don't need one. It's my aeroplane. Well, it really belongs to my mother, but she doesn't use it anymore. Mum leases the plane to the charity when needed. We are on the way to Kenya, along with two cargo planes filled with supplies and medicine. They topped off our petrol while I was looking for you, so the planes should be ready. John is on one of the other planes, and I sent him to find more food and snacks. I thought you might be hungry."
"Alexa, I have a confession to make. My family is the major contributor to the charity. I'm not only the charity director; I'm a philanthropist. I haven't dated anyone in the U.K. recently because my status is well known there. My only serious girlfriend was an heiress. I hope you are not offended because I didn't offer up my pedigree and financial standing earlier. It's hard to discuss without sounding like I have an ego problem, nor is it a good opening move for courtship. Can you forgive me?"
I was too shocked to say anything as we walked along. He was practically carrying me. I suppose he had offered clues: a house in the Lake District and membership in a London club. The earrings he bought for me in Greece were probably black diamonds. At the time I missed the hints because I didn't know much about English society.
The pilot met us at the foot of a rolling stairway. I was almost too weak to climb the steps, even with two men helping me. Once again I was shocked. This time it was the size of the plane. Robert settled me onto a large sectional sofa in the center of the plane and tucked a blanket around me.
"This is the living room?" I asked. He leaned over and kissed me gently.
"Yes, we Brits call it a lounge, but I often ride somewhere else when we deliver charity supplies. I usually need this large area to carry as much cargo as possible. There is also a bedroom, a galley, a loo with a shower, an office, an employee lounge, and cargo space. Since you are on this trip, I limited the cargo to the office and storage areas. You and I have the main lounge, a loo, galley, and bedroom. There is a seatbelt, so buckle up because we'll be in the air in few minutes."
I lay back and closed my eyes. Robert's phone rang, and after the conversation I heard him giving orders.
"Hold the plane. Don't close the door. Someone is coming onboard."
When I opened my eyes, Sharon was walking across the cabin.
"I hope
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