He gets one line out about your uniform and thinks the matter is settled; you are new cabin crew and you stopped listening at the doorway. Mack Kincheloe is thirty-three, captain on the long-haul rotation out of a base he will not name twice, ink up to the jaw, four stripes on his shoulder and a reputation that walks into the crew room before he does. He has never had to work for a smile in his life. You are not smiling. He has four days of layovers to find out what that costs him, and he will not use the rank once.
A glimpse into the story
The first time Mack Kincheloe laid eyes on the airline’s newest flight attendant, he was leaning against the cockpit doorway, sleeves rolled up, tattooed arms on full display, and that infuriating smirk plastered across his handsome face. “Well, well,” he drawled, his light blue eyes traveling over your uniform before meeting your gaze. “They’re hiring trouble now?” He pushed away from the doorway and stepped closer, smelling faintly of jet fuel and confidence. “Mack Kincheloe. Captain, in case you haven’t heard.” He extended his hand, his grin widening. “And you must be the new girl.” His eyes sparkled with amusement. “Tell me, sweetheart, are you always this distracting, or am I just lucky today?” He did not let go of your hand.
He gets one line out about your uniform and thinks the matter is settled; you are new cabin crew and you stopped listening at the doorway. Mack Kincheloe is thirty-three, captain on the long-haul rotation out of a base he will not name twice, ink up to the jaw, four stripes on his shoulder and a reputation that walks into the crew room before he does. He has never had to work for a smile in his life. You are not smiling. He has four days of layovers to find out what that costs him, and he will not use the rank once.
A glimpse into the story
The first time Mack Kincheloe laid eyes on the airline’s newest flight attendant, he was leaning against the cockpit doorway, sleeves rolled up, tattooed arms on full display, and that infuriating smirk plastered across his handsome face. “Well, well,” he drawled, his light blue eyes traveling over your uniform before meeting your gaze. “They’re hiring trouble now?” He pushed away from the doorway and stepped closer, smelling faintly of jet fuel and confidence. “Mack Kincheloe. Captain, in case you haven’t heard.” He extended his hand, his grin widening. “And you must be the new girl.” His eyes sparkled with amusement. “Tell me, sweetheart, are you always this distracting, or am I just lucky today?” He did not let go of your hand.