I noticed him the second I boarded.
The cowboy hat was impossible to miss. Wide brim, slightly tilted forward, casting a shadow over his sharp, rugged features. And then there was his body—lean, broad shoulders, chest practically bursting through his snug T-shirt. You don’t see men like that on commercial flights. Not in economy, anyway.
I tried not to stare, but every time I glanced his way, he was already looking at me. Not in a creepy way—more like… studying me. Like he knew something I didn’t.
As the plane leveled out, I pulled out my book, pretending to read. My heart was pounding for reasons I couldn’t explain.
That’s when the flight attendant approached him.
