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Turning away, he finished harshly, “I’d trust Julie with my life.” Alize no longer looked angry. Now she looked bemused, staring at him with her large, limpid turquoise eyes. She started to ask a question, than was distracted when the flight attendant suggested she buckle in the baby’s carrier before takeoff. Jhon watched her smiling down at her son, murmuring soft words of love as she tucked a baby blanket into his pudgy hand. The little one yawned again. A strange feeling went through Jhon. He’d won. He’d convinced her. They would make it back to Italy in time. His plan would work. He should be feeling triumphant. Instead, he felt…on edge. Why? It couldn’t be the money he’d promised her. A million dollars was nothing. He would have paid ten times that to win back his father’