The Flight Before Christmas — Kirsten S. Blacketer

It's not that I hate Christmas, but I hate it. Since my divorce and Grandma's death ten years ago, I haven't returned to Alton, Illinois. I don't need a man and I don't need my family romping around in my personal life. I'm perfectly content with my thriving international IT security business and my cozy apartment overlooking the bay in New York. But when Grandpa guilt trips me into coming back the night before Christmas, I make a last-minute decision and change my flight. All thoughts of my impending family fiasco disappear when I see my sexy flight attendant. He looks like he should be wearing a military uniform not serving drinks in first class. I know it's been a while, but how desperate am I to consider propositioning a stranger for a one night stand? Not that it matters because all his etiquette goes out the window when we face off. I've never seen a man look like he wants to ravage me as much as he wants to berate me. Maybe this is a bad idea. So much could go wrong on this flight before Christmas.