Catching Sparks (Cherry Peak Book 2)

The Wi-Fion the plane is spotty at best, but by some miracle, I manage to send off a long, descriptive text to my mom and an email to Nathan. It’s early in the morning in Toronto, too early for Nathan to be awake yet, but I don’t need a quick reply from him.

Mom, on the other hand, I’d prefer one sooner than later. I glance at Poppy curled up in the chair opposite mine with a thick, fuzzy blanket over her shoulders and smile. She’s at ease, her features soft as she sleeps through the sudden spurt of turbulence.

The change in flight plan is still unknown to her. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision last night after tucking her into bed and lying beside her awake for hours. I’m selfish, I’ll admit that. And when I thought about never introducing her to my mom, I knew in my gut that it would be a mistake.

When I think back to every mistake I’ve ever made in my life, most of them only came to be because I ignored that instinct. Instead of trusting myself, I put what a CEO should do at the forefront of my mind. I refuse to do that again. Not with Poppy.