Perhaps it was the turbulence that woke her. Or was she dreaming? She found herself gazing up at a tall, lean, male figure in company uniform with two gold braids on his sleeve. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you.” Jill Harding rubbed her eyes, adjusted her reclining seat, sat up, and smiled. “Not at all! I was just dozing.” She was travelling business class, having accumulated enough travel points for a free trip to visit her daughter in the US, with a stopover at Honolulu. The officer introduced himself. “My name is Robert Sutcliffe. I wondered if you might care…