Yet another business trip, and I find myself seated next to a smoking-hot piece of eye candy on my flight to New York. Turns out he’s got a special talent for locating the free-spirit I thought I’d lost somewhere at the bottom of my laptop bag. He said it was nice to meet me, but I wouldn’t know how nice until we got very familiar with an airplane blanket and each other too. It was a crazy thing to do, just a onetime stunt. So why am I still thinking about him after five years?

The cutie I’m consulting with now at Hunter Railways should be a good distraction, only as my luck would have it, they know each other and it looks like they want to know each other even better. I should just go back to focusing on my career. That’s what I’ll do…except I can’t stop asking myself, what if I could have it all? What if they could too?

Brooklyn J. Jones

Stem