The low thrum of the commercial airliner filled the cabin as Ace Kane settled into his seat. He had signaled for Xena Harrison to join him, and together they were making the trek back home on a standard flight. To most, the first-class accommodations were the height of luxury, but for a man used to the absolute sovereignty of private jets, it felt modest. Xena, however, didn’t mind the change. She had long ago decided that it didn't matter if Ace was riding in a gold-plated carriage or a rickety donkey cart—wherever he went, she would follow.
Still, as she looked out at the vast expanse of clouds, a flicker of regret danced in her eyes. It wasn't about the lack of fine champagne. It was the frustrating reality that at thirty thousand feet in a shared cabin, even a VIP guest section, there
