He sniffled, lifting his eyes to meet mine. “Then, in that case, am I . . . your rainbow?”

A single tear battled its way forward and down my cheek as I shook my head, swallowing. “No,” I rasped, dropping my forehead to his. “You’re my sun, the light disrupting the darkness in my world.”

50. Juliette

Chapter 50

Juliette

In the Air

I checked on Colin, ensuring he was still asleep in the bedroom of the Costa family’s private jet. I could hardly believe we were together en route to Ireland.

Colin had never been outside the country, and for it to happen like this was just . . . wild, to put it mildly.

And soon, Easton would be meeting my son’s father for the first time. Our awkward meet and greet over FaceTime had been sidelined with our quick departure.

I still needed to tell my parents about all of this, but to avoid stressing them out, I was waiting for a resolution to everything.

Strong hands braced my arms, startling me.

“Hey.” At Constantine’s husky voice in my ear, I relaxed against him. “He told me he’d have stolen my other jet and forced my pilot to bring him if I didn’t let him come. Something tells me he was dead serious.” He leaned his head over my shoulder, and I turned my cheek.

The soft kiss he set there managed to warm my entire body.

“He is your flesh and blood. Of course he was serious.” I sighed, facing Colin on the bed again.

Despite the chaos swirling around us, I was shocked at how calm I felt. Then again, why was I surprised? I had Constantine grounding me.

I shifted around to face him, pulling the door closed behind me in the process.

“You put your stubborn foot down, too, as I recall.” He set one hand on my waist as my back went flush to the bedroom door. “What’d you tell me would happen if I didn’t let you come along?” He lifted his other hand between our close bodies, drawing my chin up with his index finger. “Withhold sex from me, was that it?”

I most definitely did not say that. “The fact you can make a joke . . . well, thank you. Even if you’re faking being calm for my benefit, I appreciate it.”

“I’ll never fake anything with you.” He captured my mouth with his, fusing our lips in a hot kiss, officially pulling my focus away from what was left of my worries and kindling a fire inside me.

“Ahem. Sorry to interrupt,” a deep voice came from behind.

My shoulders collapsed as Constantine’s mouth went still against mine, and I had a feeling he was waving him away—a him I was certain was Hudson.

“Busy.” The word vibrated against my lips as he said it. “Go away.”

“Sebastian and the McGregors are with Carmello and Aurora at his hotel in Dublin.”