High school sweethearts re unite forty years later at 37,000 feet.
Fifty eight year old commercial airline pilot, Bobbi Cooper, gets a blast from the past when her high school sweetheart, Mack McConnell, appears as one her first class passengers on her 747 transatlantic flight to London.
Used to being in control at all times, Bobbi is reeling from a crummy marriage and she must learn at Mack’s capable hands that losing control can be oh so sexy.
Mack McConnell. He looked as good as the last time she’d seen him, when they’d broken up just after high-school graduation. The day she’d left for the military academy. The day she’d left him, taking off the small diamond solitaire he’d given her and handing back to him. She’d made her choice then. Career first. It had broken her heart to call it off, and she knew she had shattered his. But she also knew she could never have asked him to wait for her to return to sleepy Summer Hill after military school and her subsequent enlistment in the Air Force.
Many sleepless nights later, she’d assuaged her guilt by hoping Mack had found someone to love him as he deserved. Bobbi wasn’t one to look back at the past. But now it was sitting in row 2A.
Seeing Mack sitting there, in her cabin, had sucked the wind out of her. He’d looked great. Older, yes. More like...mature. Yes, that was it. He’d matured. The salt-and- pepper of his wavy brown hair only made him more handsome, if that were possible. And the look in his eyes hadn’t changed. He made her feel as if he could see right into her. One glance from him and she’d damn well come unglued.
She peered at herself in the mirror under the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights. Shit. She looked old. Especially having spent two-thirds of her lifetime in the air. Being a pilot dried out her skin, and no amount of fancy miracle creams seemed to remedy that. And as for beauty sleep...she was doubly screwed. A career as a pilot had guaranteed that her sleep pattern was ruined for life, a side effect of the hectic pace of working her way up the male-dominated ladder to captain.
She scrunched her face and made a bunch of wrinkles. Crap. “Don’t do that!” she scolded, and unflexed her face, easing the wrinkles away. Better. She smiled softly at the mirror, studying her face for clues of just what Mack saw when he looked at her. Do I look fifty-seven...okay, fifty-seven and a half, to be precise?
The plane jostled again, a series of mild bumps interrupting her self-examination in the tiny lavatory. Immediately alert to warning signs of weather, waiting to see if Scott and Neville were doing as she’d told them, she paused to see if the captain’s call button would ding. Satisfied by a lack of communication from the cockpit and no more bumps or fasten seat belt signs warning of turbulence ahead, she quickly peed and freshened up. Double-checking her face, she smoothed her starched white shirt and navy trousers before heading back to the flight deck...and to possibly face Mack again.
Glancing back into the mirror one last time before she exited the tiny bathroom, she chided herself for caring what Mack McConnell thought of her after all these years. He probably had a wife and four kids and a dog and a cabin at the lake by now.
KATE DEVEAUX is a contemporary, erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. It was after reading Jane Eyre in high school, that she became hooked on the idea of writing about romance, excitement and drama. Kate has been penning stories, from the sensual to the sinfully sexy, ever since.
A former wedding planner, Kate has always been "in love" with love! She was inspired to transition from writing racy short stories to full length manuscripts after meeting other authors in the romance world at industry workshops, conferences and events. Originally from England, now resides in the U.S. with her husband.