As he boarded the family’s private jet, Grayson missed Ari already.

“Hello, Your Highness.” The flight attendant, Sue, bobbed a curtsey. “Anything before takeoff?”

Grayson nodded. He had been about to order a Scotch, but he hadn’t been drinking as much since he arrived in America with Ari. Sure, they had spent most of their time at the hospital, but it was more than that. Despite the reason they were there, Grayson had felt more relaxed than he had in years, away ...