l railing at the Terminal 4 international arri

frosted do

oat. His messy black hair framed a face that looked like it was sculpted from marble, but

the cart and sprinted across the

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d her face in his neck, inhaling the scent of baby shampoo and airpl

und her neck and patted her back.

orehead, stood up, and grabbed his small hand. "Let's go

rs and onto the wide curbside walkway outside the terminal

epped out. His merger meeting had been pushed back by forty minutes, and his driver had cir

ping a rapid email, his long legs ea

ller near the crosswalk. He yanked his hand out of Alycia's g

n't look

ard with the solid mas

ell hard onto the concrete pavement. He let

took a step back and instinctively brushed his h

e lunged forward, grabbed Julian by the waist, and

up to glare at the pe

s met H

completely evaporated. Her

d slightly. He recognized the suit. T

gaze drift

hip, straight at the lit

nsation hit the center of his chest. He stared at the boy's

ils dilate. She saw hi

in her brain. Cold sweat instantl

cal shield, completely blocking Hiram's line of sight to Julian. She pressed h

nce. He straightened his posture, his face r

said. His voice was flat, a

e stared at his chest, refusing to look into his eye

playing the fake, polite game of N

his bodyguard, and they walked bri

ared through the glass doors. When he was gone, she

e looked up at her, his head tilted. "Mom

bright, fake smile onto her face. "It's just genetic

, completely abandoning the luggage cart. She practically ran toward t