He set his hand over hers, steady and warm, and did not squeeze as if he owned the moment.

“I am not going to let him take her from the gate.”

“You don’t even know me,” Blaire whispered.

“Why would you help?”

Luca looked at Fiona, who was holding a small stuffed rabbit, then back at Blaire.

“Six years ago my former wife used press stories and expensive lawyers to cut me off from the people I loved while I was building a company.