Page 93 of Punishing His Runaway Bride
"No."
"Then—"
"Leo," I said, couldn't help smiling. "When they call our flight, we'll know."
"Okay."
He sat in the chair, little legs swinging, couldn't stay still for a second.
I watched him.
That excited little face.
Those bright green eyes.
My son.
Five years.
Five years I'd been telling myself leaving was right.
Leo didn't need to know who his father was.
He didn't need to know that dark, cold world full of rules and betrayal.
He just needed to grow up here, in the sunlight, safe and happy.
But now—
Now I was taking him back.
Back to that place.
Back to those memories.
Back to—
I closed my eyes.
Took a deep breath.
"Ladies and gentlemen, flight 023 to New York is now boarding—"
The announcement came on.
Leo jumped up.
"Mommy! That's us!"
I stood, took his hand.
"Let's go."
Chapter Twelve
Ezio
I picked up before the first ring finished.
