Valerie Carter said the line with the calm, polished smile she had practiced for nearly a decade in the air. Her uniform was crisp, her hair neatly pinned, and her voice steady.
Passengers stepped onto the plane one by one.
Then one man stopped dead in the aisle.
His sunglasses slipped from his fingers.
The young woman holding his arm froze too.
Because the flight attendant greeting them wasn’t just an airline employee.
She was his wife.
Ryan Carter had told Valerie he was traveling to Austin for business meetings.
But here he was, dressed for vacation, smelling of expensive cologne, standing beside Ashley—the woman he had been secretly seeing.
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