t Miami International Ai

er the brilliant Florida sun. A knot of anxiety tightened in her che

h the air of a seasoned business traveler. Chloe, meanwhile, was practically

pered to herself, taking a deep br

baggage claim area, a chaot

ts. A blinding constellation of camera flashes we

nd fans surged forward, creati

ind her, a protective arm around each of th

t a better look, then wrinkled h

ne?" Chloe asked, h

g women standing nearby, thei

ey Dorsey! She's even m

hoot in Europe. I bet she'

ike a bucket of ice water dumped over E

first moment she set foot back in

o a conspiratorial whisper. "I heard they're a

match. Not like that contract wife from six years ago.

rk. But Ellie's face remained a blank mask. S

r, as if her arms could shield th

er jaw, the tightness around her eyes. His own ice-blue eyes, a

"Mommy, who's a contract wife?" she as

down to meet her daughter's gaze. "Just some people talking

uards, smiled and waved at the cameras, a picture of grace and stardom. Her gaze swep

t part of the scenery. Ano

life glide past, and felt... nothing. Not an

had changed. Some thing

k each child by the hand, and moved away from the crowd as quickly as poss

ellow cab, winding through the city's tra

roken by Caleb's ca

window, but his quest

us. "Kourtney Dorsey. She's the woman tha