Free Silver Miracles by Fayrene Preston Page B

lazy half-smile, a glint of humor sparkling in his eyes. "Fine. If you insist, I’ll take you to dinner in a crowd."
    Which is exactly what he did the next weekend.
     
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    The trip into Dallas was made in the surprising luxury of the sleek jet helicopter that Chase used for transportation as casually as Trinity used her car.
    Since Chase was piloting. Trinity sat up front in the cockpit with him, watching while he flew the helicopter with the same sureness and expertise as he had driven the Lamborghini. It was so quiet in the cabin that they could talk to each other in a normal voice, without shouting or using headphones. That shattered a misconception Trinity had had concerning helicopters. But then again, she knew this was no ordinary helicopter.
    From the minute she had climbed the steps and set foot onto the plush carpeting, Trinity knew she was entering a world of power and wealth, where minimized travel time, combined with the utmost luxury and comfort, were all-important and money was no object.
    Behind the cockpit, five seats covered in a soft burgundy leather faced one another in a club seating arrangement. The cabin featured the most up to date electronic and communication abilities, individual environmental control vents, custom cabinetry, along with fluorescent cabin lighting and large tinted glass windows—everything that money could buy for passenger comfort and convenience.
    Cruising at 150 mph, they reached Love Field in forty-five minutes. "This sure beats fighting the traffic," Chase said as they landed, and Trinity had to agree with him.
    Getting into a blue Cadillac that had been parked at the airport waiting for them, they drove to Texas Stadium to a specially roped-off parking area. There Chase presented a card to a uniformed attendant that allowed them to park only a short distance from the entrance. An escalator carried them high into the stadium, to the first level of the Circle Suites.
    A long carpeted hallway fed the suites, and, even though the game had started, there were still people milling in and out of the different rooms. A few called hellos to Chase, but he more or less ignored them, briskly nodding his head and leading Trinity to a numbered door.
    The Circle Suite he ushered her into was long and narrow and on two levels. The step-down level by the window had chairs lined along its length for viewing the game. The upper level was wider, with a fully stocked bar and several couches and chairs. In the middle sat an impeccably laid linen-covered table, awaiting their dining pleasure.
    The lights in the suite were dim, but Trinity’s eyes were drawn to the immense sheet of glass covering the wide opening that looked down upon the playing field. Trinity knew that there were no glass windows in the other suites, and she had to laugh. "I believe Larry was right. You have out-Texaned the Texans. How did you ever purchase one of these suites, and on the forty-yard line, too?"
    "Why, Trinity," Chase mocked. "Didn’t you know that with enough money and enough know-how, a person could own the world? Obtaining a Circle Suite was no problem, I assure you."
    "No problem! I understand that these go for millions—that is, if you’re lucky enough even to get the chance to buy one. They’re a very big status symbol."
    His mouth quirked with humor. "And yet, somehow, I doubt very seriously if you’re impressed."
    "Is that why you brought me here? To impress me?"
    "Perhaps," Chase answered her, noncommittally.
    He was wearing loden-green wool slacks under a handsome herringbone sports jacket with a light turtleneck sweater. It just wasn’t fair! The man was, quite simply, devastatingly sexy. During the day, she could laugh at Chase’s blatant tactics, but at night, after he had dropped her off at her house, she frequently cried at the way her body ached for him. Trinity mentally shook off the disturbing thought.
    Below them, a kaleidoscope of moving colors and a cacophony of roaring sounds swirled