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attendants organizing baskets of warm cookies for the privileged front section of the plane looked up in surprise.
    “Would it be terribly against the rules if I took a few of those cookies right now?”
    “Uh no, yes, well no, Miss Harlow, please help yourself.” The attendant waved her hand toward the trays. It was always so strange to have people call me Miss Harlow or to be treated as if I was somebody. Especially when, for the majority of my life, I was nobody. In fact, if there was a term for being less than nobody that had been me. Human vapor in a strong wind, that was how I’d felt for most of my life until Graham Rushton, the man who I’d grown to dislike immensely, walked into my shadowy existence.
    I took two cookies, thanked the attendants and headed toward the coach seats.
    “Miss Harlow,” the woman said, “first class is the other direction.”
    “Yes, I know. Thank you again.” I pushed through the curtains.
    Ronald had been right. There were a lot of empty seats but no empty rows. It took a few seconds for the curious glances and then full on stares to occur. I smiled and nodded at the stunned faces as I slipped down the aisle, not completely sure where I was heading. If necessary, I would just stand by the restroom for the last two hours of the flight. It would still be far more pleasant than sitting next to Graham.
    I heard my name being whispered, and it was hard to hold back a grin. It had taken some getting used to having people recognize me in public. I’d hated it at first, but I’d come to grips with it being part of the business. I was used to it now. Most people were like Ronald, the flight attendant, or the cute group of teens in the airport terminal. They just wanted an autograph or a picture to show friends. It was cool to think that I mattered enough to give them something fun to share and talk about. The paparazzi and tabloid reporters were another matter altogether. They only seemed interested in discovering dirty secrets about celebrities, and my past, if ever brought to light, would give them plenty to write about. I avoided them like a plague.
    I reached the back of coach, and it seemed luck was on my side. The extremely hot prince , who had kindly taken my sandal through security, was sitting alone in a row. He didn’t need to stretch up to see over the seat in front of him. His dark blue eyes landed right on me.
    I headed to his row. He stared up at me. “Guess we were getting on the same plane.” His deep, sexy voice went nicely with the rest of him. His legs were so long, he had a hard time sitting in the seat.
    I pointed to the seat next to him. “Is it taken?”
    He shook his head without lifting it from the seat. He was obviously not the least bit impressed with celebrity status, and that made him even cooler. “Be my guest, but I’ve got to warn you, you missed the crappy bag of peanuts and Dixie cup of apple juice. It’s like being in preschool back here in coach.”
    I held up the cookies. “That’s all right. I brought in some contraband from first class.”
    He curled his long legs back to get them out of the way.
    I smiled as I shimmied down into the seat. “They don’t really make these coach seats for above average humanoids. Good thing I’m of the mini version. We make a nice fit together.” I handed him a cookie. “They’re still warm.”
    “Damn, so this is how the other half lives. Or should I say, this is how the one percent lives? Warm cookies on airplanes.” He took a bite. “Hmm, and good ones too.” His handsome face was even more striking up close. The guy would absolutely stand out in a crowd.
    “Kind of ridiculous isn’t it? The difference between this section of the plane and first class.”
    He shrugged. “Nah, if you earned the money, then you earned the good life.”
    “I applaud your attitude.” I reached over with my free hand. “I’m Lenix Harlow.”
    “I know who you are. Think everyone on this plane knows who you