A light knock sounded on the door, and with a grunt, I got out of bed and yanked my jeans up my legs, going to the door to open it. The flight attendant’s cheeks burned red the moment her eyes landed on me.

“Um, we’re about to land, Mr. Jackson,” she informed me.

“Thanks,” I grunted.

I shut the door and finished getting dressed before I woke Juliana up. She was groggy – jet-lagged – so her movements were slow and a little sloppy. “Come on, baby girl,” I coaxed as I helped her up from the bed, being patient with her. “I’ll get the flight attendant to get you...