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.