“Seated over the wing in 19F, Donovan Nash glanced at his Rolex and discovered it was only five minutes later than the last time he checked. If there had been any other option, he wouldn’t have gotten on this flight. But with a blizzard brewing in the Midwest, he’d calculated that this was the last flight with a decent chance of making it into Chicago before the storm caused major problems. He guessed that they were probably still forty-five or so minutes out from O’Hare. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and glanced uneasily toward the front of the plane. Behind the thin curtain up in first class sat a woman he desperately hoped would stay where she was.
Donovan himself held a first class ticket for seat 2B, but as he’d boarded the flight and had been about to take his seat he saw her--seated next to the window in 2A. Even though it had been nearly eighteen years since they’d spoken, he knew instantly that any exposure to her was dangerous. Audrey Parrish would be in her mid-forties by now, but with her refined elegance, slim figure and shoulder-length blonde hair, she appeared far younger. Though he knew he’d changed a great deal over the years, both from the surgeon’s knife and the natural aging process, Donovan realized there was a very real chance that she could recognize him. If that happened, his carefully concealed world would immediately come undone.”
