His Hidden Wife: The Purser's Secret

ou," the lounge attendant s

smile, her own just as

r soundtrack to her life. As the purser for Sinclair Global Air's flagship international route, pre-flight routines were

ed, followed by the deep murmur of a man. Nora's stomach gave a slight, unpleasant twist. She'd seen enough

cked. The do

guilty red. Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second when she saw Nora's crisp unif

k away, a man emerged

he moved with an easy authority that commanded space. He paused, his back to he

he tu

Nora's lungs. Julian

roaring space between them. Five years of a marriage that existed only on paper, a contract signed in a lawyer's office and

ere. And he

o melt back into the flow of passengers, to become jus

to

he airport noise and hit her squarely between the should

ts own, and bumped hard against an abandoned luggage cart.

le. Julian pulled her forward, closing the distance between them until she was standing directly in front of him, so

just been with. He ignored the curious glances fro

mur, meant for her but loud enough

away the moment yo

their agreement, the one unspoken, unbreakable rule-anonymity-had jus

g from flushed crimson to a sickly white. She stared from Julian's

rting glance. "You can go," he sa

mise of future retribution, before turning

her own crew members felt like physical blows. Nor

er, his breath warm against her ear. "What'

ifted her chin, her voice coming out colder and steadier than she fel

The pressure on her wrist increased, a p