Chapter 8
"This is the final boarding call for Pan Am passengers Laura Holt and Remington Steele, booked on flight PA90 to Los Angeles. Please proceed to gate 16 immediately. The final checks are being completed, and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five minutes time. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for Pan Am passengers Laura Holt and Remington Steele. Thank you."
"I can't believe this is happening again," said Laura between pants, "I told you we needed to leave earlier, but no, you convinced me we had enough time. This is New York."
"I want to be back in LA as soon as possible, Laura. I miss the Rabbit."
"You miss the Rabbit?" she asked him incredulously.
"In a sort of way, I miss the limo too. But the Rabbit comes Fred-free." He wriggled his eyebrows at her.
"You are incorrigible, you know that?" she couldn't hide her smile this time.
They arrived at the gate and boarded their flight barely on time. Once all the rush was over, and after the exquisite dinner was served, the lights of the cabin went off. Laura reclined her seat and closed her eyes, thinking her husband would do the same. But then he turned on his personal light and disclosed some brochures from the front seat pocket.
Laura noticed the jewelry brochures from their visit to the hotel's exclusive jewelry, "What are you looking at there? Your extravagance quota is off for the next twenty years, Mr. Steele."
"There are a couple of interesting pieces I would like to study," was his evasive response.
That picked her attention if not for the amusing part, for danger, "What interesting pieces?"
"Well, there's that classic wristwatch collection…"
She stared at him incredulously, "Are you serious? These are thousand dollar watches!"
"You have to appreciate jewelry as an investment Laura, not as a waste," he told her, his eyes not leaving the brochure.
"Besides, you already have a Cartier on your wrist," she added.
"There's an Omega on yours if I'm not wrong…"
She was still staring at him when the flight attendant came along and asked him, "Everything okay, sir? May I offer you anything else?"
He raised his eyes from the reading material to the woman and felt Laura's elbow sinking in his ribs. Then turned his face back to Laura, "Everything is okay, thank you," he smiled at the woman.
"There we go again," said Laura rolling her eyes…
"I'll bring you an extra blanket and pillow, just to get you comfortable." And with these words, she turned around and left.
"Do you really need an extra blanket and another pillow? Laura asked him.
"Well, she didn't give me the chance to refuse, you saw it! Besides, this might be our last first-class flight for a while, so we should take advantage of the included benefits." He flashed Laura one of his signature smiles.
"Oh. What do you have in mind, Mr. Steele?"
He retrieved the brochures to the front seat pocket, turned off his personal light, reclined his seat to the lower position and wriggled his eyebrows at her.
"We're not doing anything like that here, Mr. Steele. It's a cabin full of passengers, for Christ sake. It is absolutely inappropriate. Go to sleep!" Laure felt herself blushing in the dark.
"Precisely Laura, that's my intention. As we're arriving in LA in the early morning, we need our sleep to confront a day full of activity, don't you think?"
"But tomorrow's Saturday. We are not going to the office."
"Who said it was work activity I was speaking about? Have a nice flight home, Mrs. Steele."
She couldn't help but chuckle, "Goodnight Mr. Steele."
