Page 40 of One Good Reason

“Does it ever get boring?” she queried.

“What?”

The flight attendant returning with our drinks put a temporary pause on the conversation. When she walked away, Talitha resumed. “That,” she clarified by pointing at the computer.

“I like money and in order for me to make money I have to do things like this. So, no it doesn’t.”

“Money isn’t everything you know.”

“Neither is being lonely. Yet you subject yourself to it quite often,” I quipped and tossed back the shot.

“Touché’ Harvey.” She giggled.

“Ahhh… she laughs,” I teased. Flipping the laptop close, I placed it on the seat beside me. “What are some things you want to do while we’re here?”

“Ummm,” she pondered. “See the Hudson River, the Statue of Liberty, visit the nine eleven memorial…”

“In other words, be a tourist.” I smiled.

“Have I told you that you’re an ass?”

“A few times.”

“I googled and those were the main places people visited when vacationing here.”

“Is that all? You didn’t find anything else?”

“I did but I don’t want you to laugh at me.”

Laying my hand on my chest, I feigned insulted. “You really think that low of me?”

“You are so full of shit.” She rolled her eyes. “But no, seriously, Home Aloneis one of my favorite movies and it’s always been a dream of mine to visit Rockefeller Center.”

“You really don’t get out much, do you?” I asked.

“I really don’t. I come from a small town in Georgia. Growing up, our definition of a vacation was going to the King Centerin Atlanta or to the beach in Florida.”

“I was joking when I said you wanted to be a tourist, but you really do.” Swiping my tongue across my bottom lip, I nodded. “I’ll take you to Rockefeller Center.”

“See! You’re not that big of an ass.”

“You keep calling me an ass. I’m lowkey starting to get offended.”

“Don’t. It’s a title of endearment.” Her ass tossed her head back and laughed.

“Endearment my ass. First, I was rich and pompous, then an ass. I wonder how many more insults you plan on hurling my way before this trip ends.”

“Depends on how many of your friends you try to pimp me out to.”

“None. The majority of them are married, the other half live somewhat alternative lifestyles.”

“When you sayalternativewhat do you mean?”

“They keep a plethora of women. Something tells me you’re not the type to share.”

“That something is right. I’ve been single for years. If I was to get in a relationship, he would most definitely have to be all about me.”

“Good to know.”

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