Nocturne
I. Stranded
It was decidedly rare that anything should come between Kenneth Irons and what he wanted.
'Lili' was her name, a serious storm system with two-thirds of Greenland in her grip. It had been four days since a plane had successfully taken off or landed at the International Airport in Narsarsuaq. The air traffic control tower there could not be reached via radio or satellite (assuming there was anyone still staffing it), and no amount of money or influence could change that.
As a direct consequence, Ulaauq Christiansen, young Ian Nottingham's piano instructor, found herself in an awkward position--and internationally-known billionaire Kenneth Irons found himself in one even more awkward: that of inviting a woman he had long ago categorized as dangerous to sleep over at his home.
When Mr. Irons' private jet had been dispatched the day prior--as it was every week--to bring her to the Valhalla estate for Ian's lesson, it had been sent to Cape Town, where she had been performing at the final stop on the three-week concert tour.
After giving a lesson at the Valhalla estate, Christiansen had expected to return home. And Kenneth Irons had expected her to do just that.
...to be continued...
2002 (c) Neftzer
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