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container carefully under the seat in front of her. The more she tried to think of something other than the gorgeous man next to her, the more she wanted to peek at him out of the corner of her eye.
    What does a surfer who admits to a woman that he hates babies look like up close? Heck, what does a surfer look like up close?
    Her inner battle raged when a flight attendant leaned over and interrupted.
    “Champagne? Hawaiian mimosa?”
    Ellie jumped, nearly knocking the tray from the woman’s grasp. The attendant pulled back, the smile fixed on her lips, her eyes cautious.
    Baby Hater took a mimosa. 
    “Champagne, please.” Ellie took a quick sip to lower the level of liquid, and put the flute in the cup holder between the seats. A second glass after takeoff emboldened her to glance at her companion.
    He lay reclined. A large leopard print eyeshade covered the upper half of his face. His ripped chest rose and fell gently with his breath. Long hands rested on his thighs. Ellie inspected the left one.
    No wedding ring.
    She dragged Viv’s bag from under the seat and hoisted it onto her lap. The small flap retracted enough for her to reach inside and fondle the cat’s soft ears.
    Ellie turned her head to the window and whispered into the carrier. “Hey, Viv. I’m sitting next to Mr. Maui, 2016.”
    Viv purred against her hand. The champagne bubbled pleasantly in her stomach. And the effect of the two-thirty alarm that morning caught up with her. She drifted to sleep with her hand still in the carrier.
    An urgent summons from her bladder woke her. She regarded with dismay the empty dishes littering Baby Hater’s tray, blocking her exit to the aisle. Her stomach grumbled.
    She leaned toward him. “Excuse me.”
    He didn’t stir.
    She tapped him gently on the arm, feeling a tingle as her fingers touched the unyielding muscle. There was no response. She shook it, patted his hand, and was considering climbing over him when the male flight attendant noticed her distress.
    “Give me a second.” He cleared the dishes and returned the tray to its rest. Then he clamped a hand on the man’s shoulder and shook vigorously. “Sir. The lovely lady next to you would like to use the facilities.”
    Ellie caught no trace of irony in his use of “lovely.”
    Baby Hater grunted and swung his legs to the side.
    “I think that’s the best we’re going to get.”
    Ellie leaned on the flight attendant’s arm and crawled out of her seat, hanging onto the overhead luggage rack with her other hand, secretly wishing she might trip and land in the surfer’s lap.
    “Be glad you’re not in coach.” The attendant smiled at her. “I’ll get you a meal when you’re back. Chicken okay? That’s all we’ve got left.”
    In the bathroom, Ellie wished she’d paid more attention to her hair that morning. It cascaded in crumpled tangles over her shoulders. She ran her fingers through it until it lay reasonably flat and dabbed her eyes with a wet paper towel.
    Back in her seat, the attendant flicked a linen napkin expertly across to her. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to eat quickly. We’re only fifty minutes out.”
    Ellie found California wine helped the macadamia nut stuffed chicken breast go down rather well. She was working her way through the bananas Foster dessert when she remembered Viv. She shoveled the remainder of the ice cream into her mouth and retrieved Devora’s air-dried New Zealand cat treats.
    “He loves this stuff.” Devora had passed Ellie the small bag on Viv’s last day in Dr. Lovejoy’s condo. “Give him some on the plane when you tell him hi from me.”
    Ellie had examined Devora’s face for signs of sentimentality but saw only the usual neutral expression. “I’ll text you a picture of him on the beach.”
    “Right. I know he’s in good hands.”
    In the airplane, Ellie pulled at the rubber band around the package when… snap . With no warning, it broke. The projectile torpedoed across her seat,