James handed her the card.

Not flashy. Not embossed. Just a name, a number, and a small logo she didn’t recognize.

“I overheard enough,” he said gently. “Two double shifts. Pediatric ward. No childcare coverage. You flying cross-country because your sitter quit.”Rachel’s throat tightened. “I didn’t mean to complain—”

“You didn’t,” he said. “You endured. That’s different.”

The flight attendant nearby cleared her throat, smiling now. “Ms. Martinez, your daughter slept the entire flight. Honestly… she’s a little miracle.”Sophia chose that moment to reach for Rachel, laughing. Rachel took her back instantly, breathing her in, grounding herself.

James continued, careful not to crowd her.

“I run a healthcare staffing foundation,” he said. “We place nurses in hospitals that respect them. Fair pay. Predictable hours. On-site childcare. Housing stipends if needed.”

Rachel stared at him. “This feels like a joke.”