Winning for Losing
5. Need a Lift?
Neither of them had really ever taken the time to admire the city of Las Vegas at night.
Perhaps it was because they were always in its bowels searching for criminals and finding dead bodies all the time.
But tonight, it seemed polished, refined, and beautiful in the middle of the desert.
They had both grown up in Vegas, but never really appreciated the view.
Catherine sighed and raised her wine glass.
"I've never toasted at ten-thousand feet before," she quipped.
"Neither have I," Warrick said.
They touched glasses and sipped from them.
"This was not what I expected," Catherine confessed. "I mean, I was looking forward to our night out, but I was expecting the same old, same old, you know? I really do appreciate all that you've done tonight."
"I wanted this night to be special," he said. "Something memorable."
"Well, I will remember this for a long time coming," she said with a dazzling smile.
They were aboard a small commuter plane but it was converted into a dining space for them for a few hours courtesy of Warrick's connection to the jet's owner.
For a fair price, the owner allowed Warrick to make use of it; that is, when Warrick produced a stunning picture of Catherine.
She's beautiful, Warrick thought to himself. Everything about her is perfect. God, I love her.
Catherine got up and sat close to him and rested her head on his shoulder. Warrick wrapped his arms around her and they both watched the Vegas skyline.