Chapter 22

His tiny hands clung to me, his little nose pressed into the hollow of my neck, like a pup verifying a safe

scent.

I wrapped my arms around him. For the first time today, the corners of my mouth lifted for real.

“Mom, you saw Ian on TV, right? Ian was good?”

I tapped his nose with a smile. “Of course. Ian was the best.”

The next moment, a pair of large hands lifted my little pup straight out of my arms. The same handsome face that had appeared on the mall’s giant screen now stood right in front of me.

Eric looked annoyed, but his movements were as gentle as ever.