For a person who was eleven times the age of the energetic toddler, he seemed fully captivated by her conversation. He nodded when spoken to, grinned as she grinned, and when she tilted her little head back and laughed, I almost heard his chuckles.
The large chest beneath his white crew neck shook as he laughed without restraint, looking carefree and charismatic all at once, his manner drawing me to him like a magnet.
I felt as if I were staring in a stranger’s face—at least one I hadn’t seen for fifteen years.
I peered closer.
Who was that man? Attentive, paternal and patient?
The dark blond man in the living room who was showing me things I’ve never seen, things I’d forgotten existed, things that made the most sensitive parts of me swell…?
Like my heart… and places below the waist
