The obnoxious guy in the crowded airline seat next to her wouldn’t shut up, keep his eyes off her legs, or quit drinking screwdrivers. Brook Best decided to give him a treat. Slowly, deliberately, she raised one tanned leg, allowing it to fall invitingly across the other. His eyes leaped. He nearly dropped his drink:“God, those are beautiful!”“You can get shit-faced on an airplane, but you can’t smoke a cigarette,” Brook murmured toward the window thinking: I want a Virginia Slim. I’d settle.