When she opened her eyes again, the plane was already descending toward Chicago. Noah was still sitting perfectly still, his arm on the armrest, careful not to move and wake either her or Lily.

“You slept for more than two hours,” he said gently.

Emily sat up quickly, embarrassed. “I’m so sorry. That must have been uncomfortable.”

“I’ve been in worse places,” he replied with a sad smile.

Just before landing, a flight attendant approached. “Mr. Whitman, your security team is waiting for you after we disembark.”

Emily’s eyes widened. Security team?