From Maureen's Blog:
“Scott,” I said. “We can’t go down to Baltimore now. What about Justine? She’s all alone, revising her book . . .”
“It’ll be fine,” he assured me. “We have fast transport.”
“I’m a New York Times Bestselling author. They’ll let me use their helicopter. We’ll be there and back in no time.”
“They have a helicopter?” I asked.
“You bet! How do you think we New York Times Bestselling authors get around? Think we walk? Don’t be insane! Choppers, kiddo! Choppers!”
A cab stopped. He threw open the door.
“Sometimes we also take cabs,” he added quickly. “Get in.”