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last-minute decisions to be made that I have to be on-site for, so I thought I’d fly down tomorrow.”
    “For how long?”
    “Three weeks, maybe a month. I’ll have to get everything out of storage and moved in, and I want to send some of mine and Peter’s clothes up.”
    “Don’t send anything he’s already outgrown,” Stone said. “I’ve bought him some new things, but he’s not done growing yet.”
    “Good point. Maybe there’s no point in sending any of his things at all. I could give them to a charity down there.”
    “That might be best,” Stone agreed. “I think I’ll move him to a larger room, too.”
    “He’s going to have a lot of books and computer equipment,” she said.
    “Then maybe the suite upstairs might be a good idea. It was intended for a servant couple when the house was built, and it’s empty,  except for some things stored there. He’ll have a bedroom and a sitting room, and I could get some shelves and storage built in.”
    “That’s the sort of thing he would love planning,” Arrington said, “so get him involved.”
    “I wish his grandfather were still alive,” Stone said. “He could build everything and do a finer job than anyone I could hire.”
    “It’s a pity they didn’t get to know each other,” Arrington said.
    Stone got undressed and got into bed. He pulled her onto his shoulder, and she got out of her nightgown. “What am I going to do without you for three weeks?” he asked.
    “Or a month. I suppose the way you got along without me for fifteen years.” She caught herself. “Well, maybe not exactly the way you got along without me. I can imagine the parade of women who’ve marched through this bed in the interim.”
    “Well, I had to do something with my time, didn’t I?”
    She snuggled closer and moved her hand to his crotch. “I suppose you did,” she said, “but it makes me jealous to think about them.”
    Stone rolled on top of her and rested on his elbows, bringing their faces to within kissing distance. “I think I like you jealous,” he said, kissing her.
    She reached down and maneuvered him inside her. “Stop talking, please, and start fucking.”
    And he did.
     
     
    The following morning he drove her out to Teterboro and got her settled on the G-III Gulfstream.
    “I’m concerned about your having to see Timothy Rutledge again,” Stone said. “Is there any way to avoid that?”
    “Not without firing him, and that would resound in the county, and not to my credit. Also, it would make him even angrier, and I don’t want to have to deal with that.”
    “Be careful of him,” Stone said. “You’re right not to want to make him angry; I think he has serious anger issues.”
    “I’ll be very correct with him,” she said, “but not friendly. I’ll keep it cool.”
    “That’s the idea,” he said.
    “You’ll come down and see the place when it’s together, won’t you? And bring Peter?”
    “Of course, if he can take a few days off from school.”
    “Maybe I’ll have a little housewarming and introduce my new husband to the Virginia gentry. Can you ride a horse?”
    “Yes, in a manner of speaking, but the last time I was aboard one was at summer camp in Maine, when I was sixteen.”
    “It’s like sex; you never forget how. I don’t suppose you have any riding clothes.”
    “No, but there’s time to find a hacking jacket and some boots.”
    “Don’t forget the breeches,” she said. “I’d like to see your ass in those tight ones.”
    “All right.”
    “And get a helmet, too; we’re safety conscious.”
    “I will be very safe.”
    The stewardess, wife of the captain, came aft. “We’ve got our clearance, and we’re ready to start engines now,” she said.
    Stone kissed Arrington once more, then walked down the airstair door and away from the jet. The door closed behind him, the whine of the engines came up, and he covered his ears.
    Shortly, the aircraft taxied to runway one, and a moment later, started down the runway, accelerating quickly. It lifted off, the landing gear came up, and in another minute it was out of sight.
    Stone walked back to the car, feeling lonely already. He drove back into the city, wondering what he was going to do with himself. He’d become accustomed to being married and to being a father, and he was very conscious that his life had changed in a big way. He felt confident about the future, but not about the next month, with Arrington gone.

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