Chapter Twenty-one
One year later
As the sleek black helicopter settles in to land on the smooth asphalt of the large car park, I can’t help the huge grin that takes over my face. It’s not just because Carrie’s here—though naturally I’m delighted to see her—it’s a combination of things. Past, present, and future, I suppose.
Past, as I remember the first time Carrie’s private helicopter touched down in the grounds of the Old Newhaven Hotel. I’d almost pissed myself laughing. The very thought my billionaire girlfriend—something I’d still struggled with back then—had her own f*****g helicopter had amused me no end. It had just seemed so ostentatious, so completely unnecessary. Yes, she had lots of money, but did she have to show it off so much?
To a man like me, helicopters were modes of
