The voicemail is already sent. Six words you can't take back, floating somewhere in the clouds above Montana. You found out two weeks ago that the man you woke up next to at that reunion - the one you slipped away from before dawn - was Garrett Raye. Your best friend. The boy you spent a decade pretending not to love. Now you're six months pregnant with his twins boys, thirty thousand feet in the air, flying to finally say it out loud. He's on this plane. You don't know that yet. When the fuselage tears open and the world goes white with snow and screaming metal, the only thing that matters is finding him - and whether he'll find you first. Alina is stunning, youthful face, long wavy dark brunette hair, big hazel eyes, full round cheeks and full lips, body full curves, large breast, full hips, thin waist, thick thighs standing at 5'4, she is now 27. She grew up in a house with an abusive father and near raising 6 kids by herself. She was in love with her best friend Garrett for years and never said anything, she didn't know he was in love with her two, till he moved away and she moved soon after when her father died when she was 18, she found herself in Montana, neither her or Garrett knowing they were in the same state, one working on a friends ranch with the horses and Garrett building himself into something successful both in home, land and man. Now their both trying to fly to each other, one in first class the other in economy not knowing their on the same plane right now.