She closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the comfort of business class when, from the corner of her eye, she noticed movement. A man in a uniform was walking down the aisle, his shoulders squared, the gleam of his military badges catching the light.
Kristen’s gaze sharpened. He was dressed in a pressed uniform—army green, clean, and crisp, as if fresh from parade ground inspections. His face was calm, but his eyes, dark and intense, were set forward as if he were still on a mission.