~ LARK ~
John-Paul used helicopters.
Lark was stunned.
He’d mentioned it at one point, but there had been so much going on that she hadn’t really thought it through. When he shook her shoulder gently and told her they’d arrived, at first she’d thought he meant they were at the Lakehouse. But as soon as she sat up and saw the massive aircraft hangar in front of them, the parking lot, and the lights flickering on around the complex as twilight fell, she remembered.
“We’re flying?”
“Have you been in a helicopter before?” John-Paul asked carefully.
“Never.” Her family had enough money. They were comfortable. She’d never had to skimp on buying new clothes. She’d had her own car since she was sixteen. But this?
She’d known that it must have been expensive for John-Paul to install tha
