Angel Martinez-O'Reilly's plans aren't those of a typical down-to-earth holiday traveler. In fact, she's a cherub-in-training who must complete her naughty-and-nice list by Christmas morning to get promoted to full-fledged angel.
On flight 781 flying from New York to Chicago, she has her hands full. Eugene, the computer genius, needs a boost of sexual confidence so he'll propose to his true love. Jeanie, the heart-breaking stewardess bitch, is due for a dose of her own medicine. Sean Conlan, the handsome English pilot whose heart was Jeanie-stomped, is the most deserving of anyone to have a Merry Christmas.
Her list is growing instead of shrinking while Celeste, her heavenly supervisor, keeps popping in to remind her that time is running out. The real problem is Sean. Feelings for him have Angel's heart-strings tied up in a fancy bow. Love just might tempt her to put the harp lessons on hold.
"Merry Christmas, friend," she said and rose on tiptoe to plant a soft, sweet kiss on his lips.
He put his strong hands on her shoulders and seemed undecided on whether to move her away or pull her into an embrace.
She had every intention of letting him think this through at his own pace, but didn't know how much longer she could wait. The sweater and jeans he'd donned hugged his sculpted frame, and she'd challenge anyone to even try to figure out if he looked best in a uniform or his casual attire. There was just no choosing; he was perfect in both. The combination of his pale blue sweater and his hazel eyes made her think of sea glass and sand, of waves lulling her to sleep, softening the edges of any anxious thought. She might be the cherub in training, but he was definitely her angel tonight.