The car door suddenly swung open.
Lucy jolted in her seat, her gaze darting to the side. On impulse, she stuffed the photo frame she was holding into her bag.
"Mr. Arthur?"
James sat in the passenger seat, cradling a baby in his arms. The little one's eyes sparkled when he spotted Lucy, and he gurgled happily as he crawled toward her.
James, with an indifferent look in his eyes, observed the baby's movements. He lifted his head and met Lucy's puzzled gaze. "Henry seems to like you."
Lucy bit her lip, hesitating to let go of the baby's hand. "I guess he knows I'm a friend of his aunt."
"Henry rarely warms up to strangers. He's as smart as his father," James said with a pause. "But even the smartest people have their moments of foolishness. If he hadn't kidn*pped Olivia and threatened
