I spotted him as soon as I got on the plane.
His cowboy hat was impossible to miss—wide brim, tilted just enough to shadow his rugged, sharp face. And then there was his physique—lean, broad shoulders, chest stretching his tight T-shirt. You rarely see guys like that in economy class.
I tried to avoid looking, but whenever I glanced at him, he was already watching me. Not in a creepy way, more like he was studying me, as if he knew something I didn’t.
Once the plane leveled off, I opened my book to calm down, but my heart was racing for reasons I couldn’t explain.
That’s when a flight attendant stopped by and asked, “Another bourbon, Mr. Maddox?”
He nodded without looking away from me. Maddox. The name felt dangerous as I repeated it in my head.
I wondered if I knew him—but I was sure I didn’t.
Mid-flight, the plane hit turbulence. My stomach flipped, and I gripped the armrest.
Suddenly, he was standing next to me. “You okay, ma’am?” His voice was low, calm, almost intimate.
I swallowed. “I’m just not great with flying.”
He gave a small smile, like he found my fear either charming or useful. Then he leaned in and whispered, “You shouldn’t worry about the turbulence.”
I blinked. “Why not?”
He looked around and lowered his voice more. “Because that’s not what you need to be afraid of.”
My breath caught. What did he mean?
Before I could answer, he sat back down, arms crossed, still staring at me.
The next half hour was pure agony. What was I supposed to fear? Was he a threat—or warning me? Every time I looked, his gaze held mine, waiting for me to understand.
Finally, I stood up to clear my head. Passing his row, he gently grabbed my arm.
“Miss, do you have a minute?”
I froze. Nearby passengers noticed but said nothing. His grip was firm but gentle.
“If you’re trying to scare me—”
“I’m not,” he interrupted softly. “Please, just sit for a moment. I need to explain.”
Against my instinct, I sat beside him.
“My name’s Maddox,” he said, “and I’m not just a passenger. I work for a private security company.”
My stomach flipped. “What does that have to do with me?”
He glanced around before continuing. “There’s a man three rows behind you flagged by Interpol—dangerous and involved in smuggling. I’m here to watch him. And you… you were in his line of sight the whole flight. I’ve been watching you to keep you safe.”
I was stunned, chest tight. “Are you serious?”
“I wouldn’t lie about this.”
I tried to look behind me, but he touched my arm. “Don’t draw attention. We’re almost landing.”
The captain announced our descent. My hands were sweaty, every bump felt like a punch to my chest.
As we landed, Maddox leaned close. “Stay seated when everyone stands. Authorities will be here to arrest him.”
The seatbelt sign turned off. People gathered their things. I wanted to run, but I stayed frozen, hands on my lap. Three officers boarded, moved quickly, and subdued a man in the back. Silence followed.
Maddox nodded to me. “It’s safe now.”
Passengers began exiting. I grabbed my bag; he stood beside me.
“Sorry if I scared you earlier,” he said, voice lighter. “Had to keep a low profile.”
I exhaled deeply. “Well… this was the most stressful flight I’ve ever had.”
He chuckled. “Next time, I promise a calmer trip.”
Walking through the terminal, I joked, “Is this your usual day at work?”
“Not always,” he smiled. “But danger tends to show up when you least expect it.”
I stopped before baggage claim. “Thanks… for looking out for me.”
His eyes softened. “That’s my job. And honestly, you handled it well.”
We shook hands, the moment lingering a bit longer than usual.
Funny how sometimes, what seems threatening is actually protection. Not every stare is a warning. Sometimes help is right beside you, wearing a cowboy hat.
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