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Poe Dameron tried to relax and get comfortable as the plane taxied to the end of the runway. It wasn't a horribly long flight back to Denver, and the seat was more than adequate for an older plane, but he was anxious to get back and finalize the deal he had been offered last week. He had come here to Jackson, the place he considered his real home, on Thursday to think the deal through, and now that he had made his decision, he was ready to get going on it. He could have gotten a direct flight to Los Angeles, but his long-time manager and friend Snap was in Denver, and it just made sense to meet up with him first, then they could discuss things together on the flight from Denver to L.A.

He arrived at the airport here in Jackson Hole with more than enough time before the flight, and usually he was able to get in and out without being recognized, but he hadn't been so fortunate today. And once one person recognized him and reacted, others tended to drift over to see if they, too, could get a picture or autograph. He loved his fans, he really did, but he had bought the small ranch in Jackson Hole specifically to get away from his celebrity life, so while he made an effort to give everyone what they wanted, it was difficult to remain focused on them. It didn't help that he had a plane to catch.

One of the agents from his airline was notified of his predicament and came to 'rescue' him, informing the pilot of his plane via radio that he was on his way. Poe was extremely grateful, giving the husky black woman who was taller than him a kiss on the cheek before he left her at the doorway behind the gate. Her eyes became huge, and he could hear her giggle as he started jogging across the tarmac to the attendants waiting for him at the foot of the staircase to his plane. The two men and one woman had seen what he had done and when he reached them, they were all smiling.

"She's never gonna wash her cheek, now," the woman said.

"And she'll never let us forget it," one of the men added.

"I always aim to leave good memories," Poe joked in return as he made his way up the stairs.

A man he guessed was the co-pilot met him at the top of the stairs, smiling at him. "Welcome aboard." He gestured down the aisle and he saw the flight attendant waiting for him only a few rows down. The plane was obviously full, and the one open seat he could see was right next to the attendant. Poe made his way down, popped his bag into the overhead, then removed his sunglasses as he glanced at the woman sitting at the window. For a split second, he was shocked with immobility.

She was stunning.

Poe had been a part of the Hollywood engine for almost fifteen years now, ever since he had graduated from Juilliard at age twenty-one. He had been around the most beautiful people in the world for all of that time. He had co-starred with women and men who were considered to be the most magnificent, elegant, charming people in the business. This woman, who was wearing minimal make-up, her dark hair pulled back into a simple pony-tail, looking casual and unassuming in a soft green sundress, was exquisite.

He slid into the seat and the woman looked at him. He gave her a small smile, searching for recognition in her gaze. Her eyes were dark, but not really brown, and he wanted to study them longer, but she turned away shyly to look out the window as he tucked his glasses into his collar and grabbed up the seat belt. The plane began to move and he casually glanced around the cabin, not surprised to see several eyes on him, recognition in most of them. He looked past the woman next to him to peek out her window, noticing the cumulous clouds that were floating above the Tetons. He knew from experience that those kinds of clouds often turned into storms.

He glanced at the woman, who had yet to look back in his direction. Shy, he wondered, or introverted? Or both. Odds were good she had not recognized him if she was ignoring him like this, though, and that kind of excited him. It was easier getting to know people if they weren't fawning all over him asking him about his work or the other famous people he worked with. And he really wanted to get to know her.

He leaned a bit in her direction, not wanting to get in her personal space, but wanting to make sure she knew he was open to conversation. "Do you think we'll run into any storms?" he asked.

She turned toward him finally, seemingly startled that he had spoken. He was able to focus on her eyes, now. They had green in them, and maybe a bit of gold. Hazel. They were freaking incredible. She glanced back out the window, then looked back at him and shrugged.

"Anything's possible," she said. Her voice was husky and deeper than he had expected it to be, and she had an English accent. He leaned away from her, assessing her. She looked back with no fear, but once again, he couldn't tell if she recognized him or not. He nodded slightly. The ding from the cockpit caught his attention and he looked away from her to focus on what the pilot was saying. Or he tried to.

In reality, he was only half-listening as the pilot informed them of the possibility of running into storms on the flight to Denver, and instead was already planning what he should say to this amazing being next to him in order to get her to talk to him. He really hoped she was single. And he really hoped she didn't know who he was. Trying to start and maintain a romantic relationship in Hollywood was almost impossible, and Poe wasn't getting any younger. His one and only long-term relationship, his marriage to his childhood sweetheart Zorii, had ended over ten years ago when Zorii had decided her career was more important than him. Ironically, though she had been the first of the two of them to get a starring role in a major movie, he was the one on top of the celebrity ladder a decade later. But now Poe wanted a family, with a woman he could trust, who wasn't a part of the Hollywood rat race but who was strong and smart enough to navigate it.

He knew the idea of meeting that woman on an airplane flying from Jackson, Wyoming to Denver, Colorado was crazy, but crazy had been the story of his life for the last several years, so in reality it was perfect.

He had less than two hours to find out, so he sat back in his seat, prepared to do his best to get to know the lovely vision beside him before it was too late.

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