There was nothing gaudy about any of the furnishings. It looked very masculine.

It even smelled masculine. Leather and suede. Earth tones.

Beyond the three rows of seats, there was a small sitting area with a couch and one chair with a coffee table and a television. To her left between the seats and the cockpit was a small galley area complete with a steward. The older man smiled at her and welcomed her on board.

She saw that Abby was already seated and had made herself comfortable.

As she and Julian took their seats beside each other, the steward introduced himself as Bill and asked her if she wanted...