She smiled, and Evan felt his heart swoop and dive toward his shoes. He was in freefall. Things like this didn’t happen to boring Evan Black. He didn’t chat up pretty girls, and they most certainly didn’t smile back at him. Then again, she knew nothing about his accident, his amnesia, his struggle to remember anything of his former life in England. "I’m in seat 15C and D." He nodded toward the large package.