The car moved slowly through traffic. In the glow of the streetlights, Evan Fairchild glanced over at Melody Monroe. Her hair was a bit of a mess, and she couldn't hide her exhaustion. It was clear she was forcing herself to stay awake.
'Then there's the little rascal, constantly clinging to Melody's arms. He's such a handful, I could just spank him!'
'If it weren't for him, Melody wouldn't have rushed back.'
'It wasn't just the little rascal who was hungry—Melody was probably even hungrier. The flight delay had thrown off their schedule, and she'd just been discharged from the hospital. The whole trip must have been exhausting for her.'
The moment Ian Monroe met Evan Fairchild's gaze, he snapped awake from his drowsy state, his small hands tightening their grip around his mother.
Melody immediately patted his back to comfort him.
"Didn't you say Ian was hungry? Let's go get something to eat," Evan Fairchild's voice suddenly broke the silence.
