The Gulfstream G650 touched down on the private airstrip outside New York City with a landing so smooth it wouldn't have rippled a glass of water.
Maya unbuckled her seatbelt, reaching for her carry-on bag. "That was fast. I barely finished my..."
"Do not touch that," Julian said instantly, his hand shooting out to stop hers.
Maya blinked. "It is a k****e, Julian. It weighs six ounces."
"You are pregnant," Julian stated, as if this medical fact precluded her from lifting e-readers. "I will carry it."
He unbuckled his own belt and stood up, buttoning his suit jacket. He looked impeccable as always, but there was a new, frantic energy vibrating under his calm exterior. He grabbed her k****e, her purse, his briefcase, and—before she could protest—scooped Maya herself up into his arms.
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