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for miles at Aldo’s sanctuary.
    The result of her plan was nothing more than a lecherous traveler copping a feel as his wife snapped grainy photos on a cell phone. Melissa’s anxiety was rising. No paparazzi were in sight and no little Max.
    About to hang up and try another number, she heard her soon-to-be ex-husband’s voice answer, “Hello?”
    Typical Max. With all his money he could afford the most current technology to tell him who was calling; probably her exact location; maybe her recent three-pound weight loss off her already-stunning five-eleven, one-hundred-fifteen-pound frame; and possibly even what brand and color of pumps she was wearing, except he didn’t bother to look at the caller ID on the display.
    “Where is he? Is this some kind of a power play or something?”
    “Missy?” His hesitation concerned her. Normally he was quick with a witty comeback. Even when his mind was muddled by her calls, when they interrupted his latest conquest, he never answered with such hesitation. Experience told her the number of rings it took Max to answer his phone was directly proportional with the number of years younger the tramp between his silk sheets was. And this one was quite young.
    “I don’t have time for your games. Aldo and I were planning on leaving for Papeete in the morning.” Melissa watched as the BlueSky employee behind the customer service desk pretended to act busy with other important matters, rather than let her know he recognized her behind those large sunglasses. Who wouldn’t, she thought.
    “I didn’t give you permission to take little Max out of the country,” Max said.
    She imagined Maximillian Bennett Williams II wrapping a slippery sheet around his thin waist, beads of sweat dripping down his six-packabs as he ran his fingers through his dark, wavy locks. And her practiced hatred for him was suddenly overshadowed by her desire to be that conquest tangled in the heap of silk sheets in his Manhattan high-rise apartment.
    Only the BlueSky employee’s gaze pulled her from her fantasy back to the situation at hand.
    She leaned her hip against the counter and drummed her fingernails on top, realizing that several other people had also recognized her and she would need to mind her manners. She didn’t want to draw the paparazzi’s attention. Not right now. Not while she was so upset with Max. She never looked much like a supermodel when cameras captured anger on her face.
    “So that’s what this is about?”
    “What are talking about?” Max sighed.
    “You didn’t put little Max on the plane because you were pissed that we were taking him to Papeete with us? For Christmas? You’re punishing me?” she whispered, although she managed to inject a hiss and a curse into her hushed tone.
    There was another pause. It unsettled her. Normally when they argued, there were no pauses, no lost opportunities for either to deliver a verbal blow. Yet Max was still on the other end.
    “Max?”
    “Missy, I did put little Max on the plane.” His voice sounded small and unsure, completely unlike his usual self—the megadeveloper millionaire who was never short on confidence.
    “Max?” She made no attempt to hide her shock.
    The BlueSky employee openly stared at her.
    She heard Max reason, “Maybe the plane is just delayed.”
    Melissa hated when Max talked to her like she was stupid. But she appreciated that he still cared enough about her to try to calm the fear that was swelling in her gut.
    She attempted to steady her shaky voice and said, “I’m standing here at customer service by the baggage claim with a BlueSky employee named Darrel and we’re both watching the Denver flight 1212 passengers getting their bags now. Max isn’t here.”
    “What about the escort?”
    Melissa tucked the phone against her neck and asked Darrel, “He was an unaccompanied minor. He had an escort. Could you check on that?”
    Darrel nodded once, while still typing on the keyboard, and lifted the phone’s