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The Unexpected Christmas Gift

By Carol James

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Flying was definitely not Holly’s thing. In fact, that was the whole reason she took the inside sales position. No airplane travel. But now, due to her boss’s scheduling mistake, she was taking his place and boarding an overseas flight to Germany. She’d be getting no sleep tonight on the plane, but she had several spreadsheets and lots of company profiles to familiarize herself with before the tradeshow.
She stepped from the jetway into the plane and crossed to the far aisle. Her seat was halfway back on the left. An aisle seat. She would have preferred the window, but she was flying in Randall’s place, and his long legs always motivated him to get an aisle seat. So, aisle it was. Besides, it could have been worse. She could have been stuck in one of the center seats in the middle section.
She stowed her carry-on in the overhead bin and then peered around the seat toward her row-mates—a young woman close to her age with a little girl about two or three.
The child stood up in her Mom’s lap and grinned. “What’s your name? I’m ’Livia.”
“Olivia, sit down and let the nice lady get settled.” The woman smiled. “Sorry, she’s quite the extrovert.”
“I’m not an eggs-vert. I’m a girl.”
As Holly stowed her purse under the seat in front of her, she couldn’t help but grin. She’d always thought this would be her at this age—married with a family—but two years ago that dream died, and she had no desire to resurrect it. She slipped into her seat and buckled the belt. “No worries. She’s adorable.”
Olivia placed her hands on her hips. “No, I’m not Dora. I’m ’Livia.”
“Sorry about that, Olivia. I’m Holly.”
“You guys OK up here?” A man behind her startled Holly.
“Daddy, this is Holly,” Olivia continued.
A tall man with sandy blond hair and striking blue eyes held out his hand. “Hi, I’m Kent. Nice to meet you.” He winked at his wife. “Let me know when you want to switch out.” Then he smiled at Holly. “Tag team airplane-parenting.” He made his way down the aisle to the back of the plane.
A nice person would offer to switch seats so the family could travel together. But then, who knew? Maybe they liked sitting separately so one could rest while the other watched ’Livia. Kent climbed into the middle seat of the center section in the last row, right in front of the wall separating the galley from the seating area. Holly had been assigned to that row on a plane several years ago. The seats wouldn’t even recline all the way. With the proximity to the galley and the bathrooms, he probably wouldn’t get much sleep.
“By the time we booked our tickets, we couldn’t get seats together. We offered to change with one of the gentlemen beside Kent, but they wanted to be in the back.” The young mother smiled. “I’m Marcy, by the way.”
So, they definitely weren’t sitting separately by choice. And Holly never slept on a plane anyway. She needed to do this before she changed her mind or they taxied away from the gate. She grabbed her purse. “How about if I change seats with your husband?” She stood and retrieved her bag from the overhead bin.
Gratitude covered Marcy’s face. “Thanks very much. You’re so kind.”
A truly kind person wouldn’t have had to talk herself into changing seats. She would have done it immediately. “I’m happy to switch. Bye, ’Livia. I’ll go get your daddy.”
“Bye, Holly.”

~*~

The soothing voice of a flight attendant came over the speaker, informing them the seatbelt light was off, and they were free to move about the cabin. The men on either side of Holly were already asleep. Apparently, the lack of reclining seats didn’t affect them.
“Excuse me, miss.” A flight attendant stood at the end of her row. “I’m sorry to do this to you, but there’s an issue with this seat, and I have to ask you to move. Please get your carry-on and follow me.”
What else could go wrong on this flight? Well, plenty when she was thousands of feet in the air. But this was a commercial jet. All things considered, changing seats for the second time was a relatively minor issue.
Holly retrieved her bag and purse and followed the attendant up the aisle. A quick scan of the cabin revealed no empty seats. She followed to business class—which was also full.
As the attendant stopped outside at the curtains segregating first class, she turned toward Holly and winked. “I hope this substitution will be acceptable.”
They walked into a different world. The lighting was low, and big, cushy, leather seats lined a center aisle. The flight attendant stopped next to the row with the only empty seat. A window seat. “I saw what you did for that young family. One good turn deserves another.” She rested a hand on Holly’s arm. “Thank you.” Then she stowed Holly’s carry-on for her.
The passenger in the aisle seat—obviously a man from the protruding pant legs and shoes—had covered his head with a blanket in an apparent attempt to sleep. Determined not to disturb him, Holly sidled toward the window.
The plane bounced and threw her off balance. Holly tried to right herself but she fell backward into her neighbor’s lap, and the blanket that had covered his face flipped forward over her head.
“Well,” a man with a bass voice greeted her, “hello to you, too.”
Fighting off the blanket, Holly stumbled as she stood. “Sorry.”
A chuckle rose from the man. “I don’t think I’ve ever been woken up in any more pleasant way.”
As the seatbelt lights flashed on, an alarm chimed. “We’re going through a little area of turbulence,” the calm announcer assured them. “The captain has requested permission to climb to a higher altitude. So, we should be out of this in a few minutes. Meanwhile, remain in your seats with your belts securely fastened until the seatbelt lights are turned off.”
“I wish they’d announced that a minute ago,” Holly muttered.
“What? And spoil all my fun?”
She turned toward him. He had coffee eyes and meticulously combed, ebony hair, styled with enough product that, although her fall had yanked the blanket from his head, not a hair was out of place. He looked like a model. No, an athlete. Maybe an athletic model? Even though he was seated, the length of leg extending into the space between the seats gave evidence to his height. As his smile broadened, a dimple appeared in each cheek. He was offering his hand to her.
“Pardon?” she asked.
“I said, 'I guess if you sat in my lap, we should at least exchange names.’ Eli Walker.”
Oh, brother. Maybe she should ask for her old seat back. She grasped his hand. “Holly. And don’t worry, I don’t plan to sit in your lap ever again.”
“Disappointing.” He grinned. “Do you have a last name, Holly?”
“Wood.” She paused and waited for one of the inevitable trite remarks that always followed her introduction.
He simply nodded. “Holly…Wood.” His eyes twinkled. “I’m sure you’ve heard it all, so I won’t make any additional commentary.”
“Thank you.”
His smile widened, and the dimples deepened. “But a question’s not exactly commentary, and I have a fascination with memorable names. How? Why?”
“I was born in December, hence the ‘Holly.’ I don’t think my parents thought it through really well when they named me. But I can tell you this, if I ever have children of my own, I’ll think long and hard about what names I give them.”
“So, you don’t have children?”
“Not yet.”
“Not yet? But you’re planning to have some?”
“One of these days, after I’m married.”
“Ah, so you’re engaged?”
“No.” Not anymore. What was it with all the questions? And she was answering them.
“Well, not being married is about the best reason I know not to have any children.”
Time to turn the tables. “How about you?”
“I’m not married or engaged, and before you ask, I don’t have any children, either.”
A chime sounded, and the seatbelt light went off.
He grasped the blanket and leaned his seat all the way back into a cot. “That’s my signal. Good night, Holly Wood.” He covered his head and face.
Holly was amazed that his seat reclined down so far. She removed the pillow and blanket from the pouch in front of her and turned her seat into a cot, too. Eli seemed nice enough. He’d taken an awkward moment and put her at ease about it. Nice, but just a little too nosy. Well, the first-class seat/cot was worth putting up with almost anything for a few hours.

~*~

“Holly Wood.”
She opened her eyes. Something smelled enticing. A warm hand gently jostled her arm. She raised up to look over her arm rest.
Eli Walker’s eyes sparkled as his tone teased. “Enjoy your nap?”
She’d never fallen asleep on a plane before. “Sorry. I was up late last night packing.”
“Don’t apologize. That’s exactly what you should be doing on an overnight flight. If you don’t, you’ll feel awful when we land tomorrow.” He glanced towards the galley. “I hope you don’t mind. I took the liberty of ordering dinner from Callie, our attendant, for both of us. After our rocky start, I didn’t want to do anything to make our relationship worse, so I didn’t wake you when they took dinner orders.”
Despite what he thought, they had no “relationship.”
Callie came out, her hand swathed in an oven mitt and holding a covered tray. With tongs, she delicately reached in and handed Holly a steaming fingertip towel. She did the same for Eli. They swabbed their hands with the hot towels in unison.
Callie stepped back into the galley and came out with a food tray.
“Chicken or steak?” Eli smiled. “And if you’re vegan, I’m sure Callie can come up with an acceptable option.”
“Yes, I can.” Callie came forward. “This is the chicken.” She waited expectantly.
“Chicken. Chicken is great.” Holly smiled and finger-combed her hair back into place.
Callie expertly flipped down her table and placed the steaming dish on it. She lifted the cover to reveal a meal that could have come from a four-star restaurant.
“So, Holly Wood—”
“Just plain Holly’s fine.”
“So, just plain Holly, are you stopping in Dusseldorf or going on to another destination?”
She ignored his little dig. “Stopping in Dusseldorf. I’m participating in a tradeshow there in a few days, but I came early to do a little sightseeing.”
“MEDICA?”
“Yes.”
“Exhibiting or attending?”
Here go the questions again. “Exhibiting. What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Are you getting off in Dusseldorf or flying on?”
“Getting off and before you ask, I’ll be attending MEDICA, not exhibiting.” He grinned. “Maybe our paths will cross at the Messe.”
“The mess?”
`“Yeah, the Messe. The exhibit hall.” He winked.
If he wasn’t so good-looking, he’d be downright annoying.

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