Mike leaned back in his seat and tried not to pay attention to his circumstances. He flew all the time, or at least when he couldn’t get out of it. That didn’t mean he liked flying. Sure, he didn’t have to fly commercial anymore. He didn’t have to deal with airport lines or the Transportation Security Administration. He didn’t have to put up with the discomfort of a military flight either.
That didn’t make sitting in one place for hours on end any more pleasant, without adding his ex and his ex’s current partner to the mix.
Debbie brought him a drink from the in-flight bar. He hadn’t asked for one, but Debbie had known him a long time. She usually knew what he needed better than he did. Puddin the Pug, who had climbed into Mike’s lap as if he owned the place, sniffed at the copper mug an
