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I swallowed the remaining candy shards. “Um. Yes. I think so,” I said, trying to disguise the terror<br />
in my voice.<br />
“An old friend of mine once said that a fear uncovered is no longer a fear. It’s an opportunity for a<br />
decision. Once you see how a plane operates, once you get an intimate look at all the buttons and<br />
levers, you can decide to end your fear of flying. Captain Nathan will be all too happy to help you.”<br />
She was quoting Matilda! Eileen was one of us. She gave me her hand, and practically had to pull<br />
me to my feet because my legs were rigid with terror.<br />
“There. See? That wasn’t so bad.”<br />
We made it down the short aisle. Standing in front of the cockpit door, she gave three quick knocks.<br />
A second later, a sandy-haired young man with thick glasses and a space between his front teeth<br />
poked his head out. Oh dear. I hated to admit that my shallow Southern heart sank, though I politely<br />
pulled my grin a little wider, reminding myself what the C in S.E.C.R.E.T. stood for. If my fantasy<br />
man wasn’t … compelling, I didn’t have to go through with the fantasy.<br />
“Is this our lovely visitor?” he asked with a lisp. Oh dear.<br />
“Yes,” the flight attendant said. “Miss Dauphine Mason, this is our multitalented First Officer Friar.<br />
Miss Mason is keen to see what goes on in here. It might help her with her fear of flying.”<br />
“Ah, yes. Dispel the mystery and the fear disperses. That’s Captain Nathan’s specialty. He can<br />
show you around while I stretch my legs. Three’s a crowd in here! Good luck!”<br />
After enunciating all those s’s, First Officer Friar made a beeline to the back of the plane. Out the<br />
window in front was a dark sky; below, nothing but black water. The high whine of the engines<br />
masked the screams in my own head as my legs now turned to cement. Eileen nudged me through the<br />
narrow doorway.<br />
“I’ll be back in a little while,” she said, looking at her watch. “Enjoy your flying lesson.”<br />
She shut the door behind her.<br />
The pilot sat silhouetted in the window. The only thing I could see above the seat was the back of<br />
his head. He wasn’t wearing a jacket, only his white shirt, the muscles on his arms apparent beneath<br />
his sleeves as he flicked a number of switches from left to right on a panel in front of him. Thankfully,<br />
the white noise drowned out my pounding heart.<br />
“Be with you in a moment, Dauphine. I just want to make sure autopilot’s running smoothly. A robot<br />
takes over for most of the flight from now on. A very smart one.”<br />
There it was. That accent again. The man from Security! The man with the sexy Cockney accent!<br />
The air left my chest and the pressure squeezed my lungs. Feeling tantalized and terrified at that same<br />
time had a bad effect on my stomach. I slapped both hands on the curved walls of the cockpit to<br />
steady myself as the plane rose and straightened. The pilot faced a wall of lights and levers that<br />
seemed to blink and shift on their own. Then he finally turned his chair around, aviators off, dark eyes<br />
on me. I gasped.<br />
“Don’t worry, we’re on automatic, but we’re not going to be alone in here for long, so I apologize<br />
ahead of time for the furtive nature of our interlude,” he said, loosening the top button of his uniform.<br />
“But I need to know, before we continue with our tutorial on the safety of flight: Do you accept the<br />
Step, Miss Mason?”<br />
I couldn’t believe this was happening.<br />
“Here? Now?”<br />
“Yes. Here and now. Trust me when I say I can help you with your fear of flying. And a few other<br />
things too, I suspect,” he said, leaning back into the plush leather of his pilot seat, taking me in from<br />
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