"It was love at first flight." Air traffic controller Carey Browne is seeing nothing but blue skies. She's leaving on a jet plane...for a much needed vacation! Destination: New York City. Travel time: Six hours. Seating arrangement: Next to a man who's much too attractive to be single. Not that Carey's looking. She's taking time off from dating, too. Most of the men she meets are a lot like airplane food: nicely packaged, well-preserved, and profoundly unsatisfying. When she begins chatting with Ben Russell, though, it's as if Carey has known him all her life. He's quick-witted, kind, "and" makes her laugh -- even at herself. Ha! "Then it was time for take-off." One stopover later, Carey and Ben are married in Las Vegas, and their transatlantic announcement is causing sudden turbulence back home. How can two strangers claim to be each other's soul mate? Ben's sister is adamantly opposed to Carey; she thinks he's having a mid-life, no-wife crisis. As for Carey's folks, well, they know the marriage will never last. Right? Rumors are running amok, as are past lovers. Why is everyone trying to ground the newlyweds and convince them that they've made a huge mistake? And why is Carey starting to worry that maybe they're right?