~Leo’s~

Leo frowns at the check-in kiosk.

“Why is there a passport section and a booking reference? Aren’t I already the person?”

Jennie giggles behind him. “That’s not how it works, Leo.”

“I haven’t traveled in months,” he snaps. “I’ve run a multi-billion dollar empire but can’t board a plane without clicking eight confusing buttons?”

Reo smirks, arms folded. “Want me to call Blair to walk you through it?”

Leo glares. “Don’t you dare.”

Blue squeals in Jennie’s arms and reaches for Leo’s coat sleeve. “Unc-oo goin’ away?”

Leo softens instantly. He bends to ruffle Blue’s soft curls. “Just for a while, kiddo. I’ll send chocolate from every place I...