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come
in."
    Clay nodded. "I will see you for dinner then."
    She watched as he walked away. His confirmation that he was not going
to end their agreement because getting pregnant was proving to be a
challenge was all she needed. It was nice to hear the words come from
him. A huge load off. And the more they talked, the more she started
to like the man he was. Quite shy, smart, witty, and fun to be
around. He was easy to talk to, the kind of man she would definitely
want someone to set her up with.
    Diana wondered why a man like him was not already married. It seemed
like choosing a surrogate was the type of thing a single woman would
do or a couple that had been trying to conceive unsuccessfully. He
seemed like the kind of man that would be a good father. Plus,
everyone deserved to start and have a family for themselves.
    Glancing at her watch, it was almost six in the evening. She dusted
the dirt off of her pants and then off of her hands. She planted
several rows of annuals, and proud of her work, decided to turn in
for the evening. The gardener was gone for the evening. Diana went
inside to shower and prepare for dinner. She was looking forward to
the promise that for the next two days, she would get the chance to
get out and let her hair down. A little fun was long overdue.

Chapter 6
    Diana did not know what to expect from Clay. He had the financial
ability to take her anywhere he wanted to, but the question was what
would he decide to do. Her only instruction was to pack a cocktail
dress as well as something comfortable and casual with a pair of
sneakers.
    She met him at the front door and they were off, the town car driving
them to what looked like a tiny airport. Turns out, it was where the
helicopters took off. Diana was nervous, having never been on a
helicopter ride before.
    Choppy at first, the ride smoothed out and she found the view
beautiful. She did not want to miss a moment of any of it. Clay's
face lit up as they took a tour of the city, flying over downtown
first, winding through the skyscrapers and then over the river to the
more rural suburban section of town.
    Clay squeezed Diana's hand as she looked out over the land, taking in
the view. She did not have to turn back and look at him to know his
eyes were pinned on her. She could feel his gaze. Once they landed,
they were at an actual airport.
    He held his hand out to help her out of the helicopter. Then ducked,
running away from the vehicle.
    "Come this way."
    Diana quietly followed as Clay led her to the private airplane.
    "Clay?"
    "Just follow me."
    Diana hated the way he would not tell her what he was doing.
    "Okay." She ascended the stairs, boarding the plane. It was
all such a special treat to be able to do some things she never
dreamed of.
    She settled in her seat, a flight attendant offered her a drink and a
small blanket and pillow. Diana glanced at Clay, who on the other
hand looked right at home in his surroundings.
    The plane took off and Diana tried to relax.
    "You know you are safe with me. No need to worry. We're going to
have fun."
    The look in Clay's eyes let her know she could believe him. "Okay,
Clay. I'm trusting you on this one."
    "Good. That's the way it should be."
    He opened a magazine and put in his ear buds to watch the in flight
movie. She took his cue and did the same. The flight was comfortable,
and anything she could think of was offered to her.
    The journey was about two hours. When they landed, she was not
exactly sure where they were. The pilot did not come on and announce
where they were and Diana was mostly sure that was because Clay made
sure he maintained the surprise.
    He offered to take her hand as they descended the stairs. The weather
was a little cooler than when they left. And it was a bit damp like
it had just rained.
    Their bags were packed in a limo where a driver stood waiting for
them.
    "This is all so much," Diana said. They were the words she
was thinking and not necessarily something she meant to say out