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An unexpected tropical layover with her nemesis turns a flight attendant's life upside down in this witty, breezy debut romantic comedy about life--and love--30,000 feet above the ground.
After ten years as a flight attendant, Ava Greene is poised to hang up her wings and finally put down roots. She's got one trip left before she bids her old life farewell, and she plans to enjoy every second of it. But then she discovers that former pilot Jack Stone--the absurdly gorgeous, ridiculously cocky man she's held a secret grudge against for years--is on her flight. And he has the nerve to flirt with her, as if he doesn't remember the role he played in the most humiliating night of her life. Good thing she never has to see him again after they land....
But when their plane encounters mechanical problems, what should have been a quick stop at the Belize airport suddenly becomes a weekend layover. Getting stuck on a three-hour flight with her nemesis was bad enough. Being stranded with him at a luxury resort in paradise? Even with the sultry breeze and white sand to distract her, it will take all the rum punch in the country to drown out his larger-than-life presence.
Yet the more time Ava spends with him under the hot Caribbean sun, the more she begins to second-guess everything she thought she knew about him...and everything she thought she wanted from her life. And all too soon, she might have to choose between keeping her feet on the ground and her head in the clouds....
Audiobook
First published June 15, 2021
"at least i don't have to tell meredith. she'd probably be secretly pleased, thinking someone as undependable as i am never deserved a man as stable and wonderful as alexander in the first place. there's no question she'd take alexander's side about my job."
"'i've flown with gen before, and people act like she's crazy. they make jokes about her like she can't hear them. they treat her like the peroxide has fried her brain. not you, though. you haven't made a single snide comment about her behind her back. i doubt you've even thought one.'"
"i study her, wondering if this is the secret to her personality. could there be enough alcohol in her hair spray that she's always a little drunk?"
"gen's comment might feel more offensive if [...] gen thought anything through before she said it aloud. she doesn't, though. she reminds me of one of those broken faucets that sends water shooting everywhere the moment it's touched."
"[...] there's something pathetic about telling [gen] before i've told anyone else in the world. it's like the lonely cat lady who tells the gas station cashier about her promotion because nobody else sticks around long enough for her to get the words out."
'i should go. i have a hot shower and tiny toiletries waiting for me.' [...]
'that's adorable,' jack says. 'do those tiny toiletries make you feel normal-sized?'
'"my hair flies around my head, a cloud of dark, celebratory eels."
"in sixth grade, i attempted a gingerbread man for our holiday assignment. my rendering was so inaccurate, i ended up in the principal's office, accused of turning in a penis."
