Page 25 of Her Bachelor Cowboy Billionaire

“Yes, thank you, George.” She handed him the bag and then got in the car, sitting on the backseat.

Roark followed and sat next to her this time. He took her hand and held it while they rode to the airport.

His plane was at the Rocky Mountain Metropolitan Airport in Broomfield. The drive was easy because they were traveling against the flow of rush hour traffic.

When they arrived, George pulled up next to the door of a hangar.

“You have a hangar for you plane?” She saw several other hangars, but none were as large as this one. Small single and double engine planes, most with propellers, were all over the asphalt in front of the hanger, but far enough away that she thought he could still get out.

“Yes, it just makes sense to me. I avoid damage from the elements.” He pointed at the little planes. “Especially sun and wind, therefore I don’t have to have it repainted as often and I don’t have rust problems either. Upkeep and maintenance are easier for my employees to perform as well.”

“That makes sense.”

“That’s what people don’t understand about having a jet. It’s more than just the cost of the plane and fuel. It’s upkeep, tune-ups, painting and anything else that needs to be done. My employees to do those tasks find it easier if they aren’t fighting the elements, too.”

She nodded. “I get that.”

George opened the door and held his hand out. “Miss Kirby.”

She took his hand. “Thank you, George.”

“My pleasure, miss.”

Roark exited the car, walked with her to the door to the hangar, and opened it for her to enter.

Seeing the jet was almost more than she could imagine. Luckily, her imagination was highly active, and she couldn’t wait to see the inside.

“Oh, my, this is amazing.”

Roark took her hand and led her to the plane. “Come on. Let’s get settled.” He released her hand at the bottom of the stairs.

She ascended the rolling staircase and entered what looked like a living room with two sofas on one wall. Opposite them was a large-screen television with a recliner on each of the lower corners.

“Come with me. I’ll show you the plane.” Roark took her hand again. “As you can see, this is the living room. The next one is the dining room.”

They entered the room, and she saw a beautiful black lacquered table with eight black high-backed chairs. The back of each chair was padded up the middle with the same silver-gray material that covered the seat. The back had a one-inch gold strip blocking the padding. Another television hung on the wall shared with the living room, which was opposite the head of the table.

Next up was the kitchen. One side sported a sink, a full-sized refrigerator, and a four-burner stove with counter space between each appliance. Across from them was a wine cooler and cupboards and more counters. All the counter space was a beautiful black granite with gold lines streaking through it.

Leaving the kitchen, she entered a private sitting area with another large-screen television and a semi-circle sofa she could lie on if she wanted to. A large desk was on the wall opposite the entryway.

Next came the bedroom. She saw a queen-sized bed with a nightstand on either side, with a dresser and chest of drawers on the opposite wall.

Last was an enormous bathroom with double showers, a double sink, and separate closets with the dual commodes.

Roark led her back to the living room and settled them on one of the couches. “What do you think?”

She let out a deep breath. “I’m overwhelmed. I’ve never seen anything like this. Or been on any plane like this. I could live here quite happily, just parked in a field somewhere.”

He chuckled. “I’ll build you a house like this in that field somewhere.”

She withdrew her hand from his and stood, then paced. “I don’t think you understand. This is all so much. I don’t know how to process it. I like you very much, but I don’t want this to be about your money. I don’t want to get caught up in that spiderweb where I feel obligated just because of the money. Can you understand?”

He stood and went to her, taking her in his arms.

She laid her head on his chest.

“Sweetheart, I don’t want it to be about the money, either. I can imagine it’s hard for you to accept, but I hope that you’ll just try to see me as just a man. See how it goes this week, and then we’ll discuss this more. Give me that chance.”