Chapter 1
My throat felt bone-dry as the quiet in the first-class cabin turned heavy and suffocating.
Every passenger was watching me now, from the Boston senator to the sparkling sitcom actress.
The baby’s father stared down at me, his steel-gray eyes narrowing as if trying to decipher a code.
“You’ve got five seconds to explain yourself before my security team carries you back to your seat,” he said coldly.
I took a deep breath, forcing my trembling knees to stay completely still on the thick carpet.
“He doesn’t want cold formula from a silver bottle,” I said softly, pointing at the screaming infant.
“He’s cold, he’s terrified, and his ears hurt because you’re holding him like a fragile piece of luggage.”
The broad-shouldered security guard took a step toward me, his hand reaching for my arm.
“Stand down, Vance,” the father commanded, never breaking eye contact with me for a single second.
The father looked down at his tiny son, whose face was turning a dangerous shade of purple.
“I am holding him safely,” the man insisted, though a rare crack of panic leaked into his tone.
“You’re holding him away from your heart,” I answered directly, stepping right up to seat 2A.
“Put his left ear directly against your chest so he can hear your heartbeat.”
“Unbutton your suit jacket, pull him inside against your shirt, and unclip that stiff leather car seat strap.”
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The actress gasped loudly behind her diamond-ringed hand. “Is this child seriously giving parenting advice?”
“Silence,” the billionaire snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the airplane cabin air like glass.
